It doesn’t matter to modern people, but people in ancient times had never seen it.
Each one of them was so rare that they couldn't bear to let go of the purse.
Du Feixue was no exception. She was originally indifferent to Mu Qingwan. She was a person who loved embroidery. When she saw the pattern on it, she couldn't help but marvel.
"Qingwan, what is your brain made of? How come you have so many novel thoughts!"
Du Feixue said and couldn't help but touch it again.
"Compared to the princess, I'm still far behind."
Mu Qingwan was modest.
When everyone arrived, Du Feixue served tea and snacks.
The ladies leaned on the railing and began to admire the peonies.
"How about we compose a poem!?"
Sure enough, someone suggested it.
Mu Qingwan's eyes lit up, and there was a faint smile on her lips.
When it comes to poetry, she has three hundred Tang poems, Song lyrics, and Yuan songs. She has a lot of these in her mind.
It's just easy to pick up.
"Then what's the name for it?"
Mu Qingqing asked.
"Today we are admiring peonies, and it must have something to do with peonies."
Du Feixue pondered slightly and said.
As soon as she finished speaking, a maid came over with pen and ink.
Some of the ladies frowned in thought, while others stared closely at Peony.
Du Feixue also kept mumbling something.
Mu Qingqing smiled slightly, holding a cup of tea and drinking it slowly.
Seeing that Mu Qingwan had already thought about it.
At this time, Mu Qingwan took the brush and began to write.
All the ladies are meditating verbally.
Although we are all ladies, we all read and practice calligraphy, and occasionally write poems for fun.
Even if Du Feixue is known as a talented woman, she still has to think about it for a long time before she can write a poem.
After all, women have so many things to learn. How can it be possible for women to start writing just like men
However, as soon as the topic of the bar was mentioned, Mu Qingwan had already started writing.
Looking at the way she wrote, her literary thoughts were still flowing like a fountain, and she wrote a lot of words at once.
Several people could no longer stand and stood behind Mu Qingwan to watch.
"Who is the Yao Wei family in the old days? They like to be officials and give up their wonderful flowers. They are enchanting in front of the wind and under the moon, and they are flowers of wealth in the sky and the world. It is really good!!"
After reciting it silently, I couldn't help but praise it.
"What a flower of wealth in heaven and earth!"
When they saw the poem written by Mu Qingwan, everyone praised it one after another.
"When he transforms into a soul, he has a collarbone, where to touch his lips with arrow sand. When the jade tree in the backyard hears the song, it shames Mr. Chen to death and talks about Lihua. Is it really well written!?"
Everyone commented one after another.
Du Feixue walked up to her and looked at her handwriting in small regular script with hairpin flowers. The poems she wrote were so majestic.
"Qingwan is really talented!"
The young ladies in the crowd couldn't help but marvel.
"Why does this poem look familiar to me!?"
There was an inconspicuous young lady, tilting her head, looking a little confused.
Mu Qingwan frowned immediately, "This is what I just wrote. What do you mean by saying this!?"
Mu Qingwan dared to be so arrogant at this time. In fact, she knew that this era was imaginary and there were no such characters.
So it doesn't matter how she plagiarizes.