Ling Qingyu put down the curtain and picked up a piece of snacks. The ancients' Douwen is either poetry or calligraphy and painting. These are her shortcomings, so it doesn't matter if you don't read them.
Yan San smiled slightly, and asked, "Han Bian said the kitchen has made porridge, do you want some?"
"Okay." Ling Qingyu nodded, then got up and said, "I'll go out for a stroll."
Yan San wrapped her in a cloak, put on a rabbit mask, and put on a lone wolf mask. The two walked out of the warm pavilion. Yan San asked Ying Shisan to get the porridge. Sum guarded the warm pavilion and followed behind Ling Qingyu. Go to the conservatory.
There are five greenhouses, and the decorations placed in the first three rooms can be turned off. At this time, those young men and buddies are all fighting in front, but there are many ladies and maids walking around here.
A young lady threw herself at a hairpin after only throwing it once, and said happily, "I'll ask my brother and them to come and play too."
These are probably the family members of middle- and lower-level officials. Han Bian arranged for someone to bring them over to play in the early morning. At this time, seeing so many beautiful jewelry chattering, it was very lively, and they could be shut down. They had to take some copper coins to gamble. .
Ling Qingyu stood in the corner and took a look, then walked to the greenhouse for the three sets of top jewelry.
This warm room is at the back. I thought there was no one inside, but I saw a group of maids and women standing outside. There were already two young ladies and a few maids looking at the three sets of jewelry.
"Sister Cheng, look at this set." said the shorter lady with a piggy mask and a double bun.
She was referring to the set of imperial green jadeite jewelry. Miss Cheng, who was wearing a butterfly mask, nodded and said, "Well, this set is the best." Her voice was clear and a little deep, which was very pleasant.
"How much is this set?" Miss Piggy asked the maid next to her.
"These three sets will be put out for bidding at a later date, and the one with the highest bid will get it." The maid bowed slightly and said respectfully.
"Sister Cheng, let's go to elder brother and ask him to pay." Miss Piggy pulled Miss Cheng and said.
"Oh, is the censor so rich now?" A beautiful young lady in a bright red brocade robe slowly walked into the conservatory with a maid, and said calmly.
"Who can compare to Zhisi, my father hasn't received his salary for two months, but your Wang family is naturally not short of money." Miss Piggy snorted and said.
"You!" Miss Mei said angrily.
"Sister Cheng, let's go, the smell here is too bad." Without waiting for her to say more, Miss Piggy dragged Miss Cheng out.
"Hmph, let's go and find Big Brother." Miss Mei also snorted, turned and went out.
After Ling Qingyu stood in the corner and watched them go, she thought for a moment, and then went to Wentai.
At this time, the protagonist had changed in front of the station, and after Zhao Mingliang wrote a line, the applause was loud.
"Sure enough, it's Mr. Zhao!" "Mr. Zhao should be number one today!"
"I think Mr. Fan's poems are better."
"Young Master Wang's painting is good."
Standing leisurely aside, Cheng Jia saw her younger sister standing in front of the Nuan Pavilion with the girl from Mei Yushi's family, and then caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a rabbit mask half-hidden behind a plum tree.
Lowering his head and chuckling, Cheng Jia walked to the side of the station and spread a layer of rice paper.
The people beside him suddenly fell silent. Cheng Jia, as the head of the four princes, has never participated in these literary battles. He just came here just to say hello. At this time, he actually wanted to start writing. There was no sound for a while, and only Cheng Jia wrote the pen. The sound of brushing.
The distant mountains are like Daisy, and the crowns of several big trees are like clouds. An old man is leading an old scalper along the newly harvested field ridge to a small courtyard full of wild chrysanthemums.
What a picture of field return.
In the blank area on the right, Cheng Jia changed the pen and waved his hand, flying like a dragon and snake, leaving behind two lines of resolute and elegant cursive script.
Cheng Jia put down the pen, flicked the ink that didn't exist on his hand, then took two steps back, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and smiled lightly.
"Good painting! Good calligraphy! Good..." I didn't see what poem I wrote...
"Brother Cheng will be the first person to do today." After a moment of silence, Zhao Mingliang said.
"That's right, Brother Cheng got the first prize today." As soon as Zhao Mingliang said, there were echoes from all around.
There were shouts and discussions from ladies in the surrounding warm pavilions, and many maids had been sent by their own ladies to see what Cheng Lang was doing.
"Let's go over there and have a look." A young master shouted, pointing to the projection platform. It's not as good as the text, so it's not because you are in the early days.
"Compared to what? Don't wait for me?" With a loud voice, Zhao Yinfeng and Yang Zhao walked over together.
Yang Zhao smiled wryly in his heart, originally wanted to sneak in, but bumped into this guy at the gate, threw the mask away, and dragged him in.
"That's not allowed, Zhao Sanlang, if you want to participate, we don't want to compete." The young masters didn't recognize Yang Zhao, but they all recognized Zhao Yinfeng, so someone coaxed.
"Compared to this?" Looking at the throwing pot and the archery target, Zhao Yinfeng said with a smile: "This young master won't fight with you, I will watch."
The crowd rushed over there in a rush, and many noble ladies also walked out of the Nuan Pavilion and followed behind to look at it. Wendou's calligraphy can be viewed afterwards, but this kind of thing depends on the scene. Now three of the four great masters have come, and even Cheng Jia, who is not usually seen in person, has appeared, and those young and promising sons from single families in Bianjing are basically gathered here. Such a good opportunity, how can we not make good use of it? Not only to watch them, but also to find opportunities to show up for yourself. As soon as the noble ladies left, the family members of many low-level officials were also a little ready to move, and some bold ones had already followed.
After the people left, Yang Zhao walked behind the plum tree and asked, "Why did you come out? Isn't it cold?"
"It's okay, I'm watching the fun." Ling Qingyu smiled, the war between women is exciting, and Miss Wang's family will definitely take revenge, she will wait and see.
It was very lively on the projection platform, with constant laughter and exclamations from the girls, and cheers. Ling Qingyu thought that Zhao Yinfeng would not be able to recognize him if he was wearing this rabbit mask, so he couldn't help but said: " Let's go take a look too."
A young master shot the arrow into the air, which drew laughter from Mei Linli. He blushed and stepped back, and handed the bow to Zhao Mingliang.
"Young Master Zhao!" A shout made everyone turn their eyes away, and saw a very beautiful woman in red with a blushing face standing aside from another woman in a lavender brocade dress. This is not the Wang family who was engaged to Zhao Mingliang Second Miss? Immediately, all eyes swept over Zhao Mingliang and the woman in red.
Zhao Mingliang pretended he didn't see it. He drew his bow and set his arrows. He stabilized his mind and shot the arrow, which hit the inner circle of the target firmly.
"Okay!" The cheers rang out. This was the best result. Although Zhao Mingliang was born in a family of military generals, he was famous for his literary talents. After a long time, people also regarded him as a literati and ignored his background.
"Brother Yang, why don't you go too, you will definitely win." A young lady suddenly walked up to Yang Zhao, raised her head, took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face, and said affectionately.
Come again! Yang Zhao, how many rivals in love do you want me to have! Ling Qingyu stared at Yang Zhao, his eyes cut like knives.
Yang Zhao's face sank, and he said, "Girl respects herself."
Zhang Lian's face froze, Zhao Yinfeng had already smiled and said: "Girl, this is not acceptable, General Yang is famous for his sharp marksmanship, participating in this kind of game is clearly a bully."
General Yang, Yang Zhao!
"Zhao Sanlang, don't stand in the way." "That's right, let's see the Shura War God's archery skills." "General Yang, I'm afraid he doesn't dare to make a fool of himself."
"Brother Yang, just show them!" Zhang Lian said with a righteous indignation. She came here today because of her sister-in-law and her cousin, and she has been rejected by others. Although there are many young talents here, they also know that they have nothing to do with her. I was happy to see Yang Zhao, thinking There is always some camaraderie in coming back together, if she can encourage Yang Zhao to make a move, she will be able to save some face in front of these prostitutes who look down on her.
"Girl, I've never met you before, please respect yourself!" Yang Zhao said after gritting his teeth for the last three words, and said, taking two steps back.
Zhang Lian couldn't help it now, her face turned red immediately, seeing Yang Zhao's gloomy face, knowing that if she kept pestering her, she would be ashamed, she covered her face and ran away.
"General Yang only has this ability?" Someone sneered.
Ling Qingyu said a few words beside Yan San, Yan San nodded and left quietly.
Zhao Yinfeng heard that something was wrong with some people's words, and he felt a little annoyed. Those people belonged to Cao Wang's faction. Yang Zhao would rather resist the decree than reject their marriage. The people of these two families affirmed him. It was because he held a grudge, and he would have hurt him by pointing out Yang Zhao.
"If General Yang wins, I'm afraid you will say that the victory was invincible?" Cheng Jia said flatly.
Cheng Jia made a sound, and everyone was quiet for a while, then Fan Zheng laughed and said: "That's right, come, come, let's see my Master Fan's miraculous skills!"
Fan Zheng's archery skills are not bad, he also entered the inner circle, he said with a smile: "I think today's lottery is good, so it's mine."
Ling Qingyu glanced at the hairpin, and sighed inwardly, but it's a pity that Yang Zhao can't come forward at this time.
"Brother, I want that hairpin." Miss Cheng from Merlin said crisply.
"If that's the case, then I'm sorry." Cheng Jia patted Fan Zheng's shoulder, rolled up his sleeves, and took the bow and arrow.
"You can't be so dishonest!" Fan Zheng shouted.
"It's only natural for a brother to win a lottery for his sister!" Cheng Jia laughed, and shot an arrow right into the heart.
"Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay!" There were applause.
Cheng Jia's long sleeves are flowing, and his style is unparalleled. Now he is so proficient in playing the piano, painting and calligraphy, and has captured countless hearts again, even those reserved ladies are not applauded.
"Everyone!" Han Bian stepped out from the side and said with a smile, "It's rare that everyone is so excited. Today we will add another game."
A maid in white walked around in front of everyone with a box in her hand. Inside the box was the set of imperial green jade jewelry.
The exclamation sounded again.
"Look, everyone," Han Bian pointed to the center of the lake far away, where a small boat was parked. The treasure of the Ling family town shop belongs to him."
The whole plum grove was quiet for a while, that set of jewelry was worth more than ten thousand gold, and the people who watched it were jealous, but the distance from here to the archery target in the lake was not to mention the distance, but there were so many plum trees in it, and it was necessary to pass through it. These plum trees reached the archery target. It can only be said that the archery skills are already miraculous.