Chapter 39: Fighting Poetry

Author: Horizontal and vertical strokes

Chapter 39: Fighting Poetry

The bamboo curtain was gently lifted out of a corner, and the girl like a flower and jade played a playful way to reveal half of her body, her long hair was like a waterfall shawl, and half was tied into a simple girl's bun, with exquisite bead hairpins inserted, light

The tassel swayed gently, shaking a heart-wrenching arc.

The beautiful almond eyes under the willow leaves are clear and simple, and the cherry lips brings a careless smile. The two dimples add a bit of innocence and a bit of innocence, and are as lively as a deer girl in the forest.

Ming Lanying heard several amazing breaths in the lobby below, and secretly smacked her tongue and bit her ears with Tang Ning, "That's Ming Jiazhen?"

"yes."

"It looks good, no wonder someone is happy to hold it."

Tang Ning glanced at her, "Compared with you, it's a little bit worse."

Ming Lanying raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What about her comparing to the number one beauty in the neighboring country?"

Tang Ning also smiled, "Ming Jiazhen can't compare with you. Compared with the first beauty in the neighboring country, she is even more in the sky and on the earth."

After saying that, he reached out and gently lifted her chin, looked at her joke, and shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity that you can't compare with that first beauty. They have their own beauty, and they have their own beauty, which makes it difficult to win.

burden."

Ning'er shook her head seriously and denied, "Mom is the most beautiful beauty in the world!"

Ning'er never saw Ming Jiazhen opposite him, nor did she see the number one beauty in the neighboring country. In his opinion, his mother is the most beautiful in the world.

The little face was serious and serious, which made the two laugh. The sound of a gong came from the lobby downstairs, and the audience was silent.

Ming Lanying saw a gentle middle-aged man wearing red and brown brocade on the stage in the middle of the lobby through the curtain, and bowed his hands and bowed to the surroundings with a smile.

"Thank you all the talented men and beautiful ladies for visiting the poetry party in my store. It is an honor for the shop to get your calligraphy. Now, the poetry party in the late spring has officially begun." The gong sounded and the competition began, and the middle-aged man put his sleeves together.

I briefly talked about the rules, "All the talented men and women volunteered to go on stage to compete. Today there are two types of poems and poems. The winners and losses are determined by the guests present. The gentleman makes friends through literature and poems. Click to finish.

You all wish to have fun."

The gong sounded again, and the middle-aged man left the venue. The sound of communication in the lobby gradually rose, and everyone was courting each other. In a moment, a man straightened his clothes and bowed to everyone.

"I will be this brick first, and I will attract you all the beautiful jade."

Everyone replied with a greeting, "Please."

The man's friend also came on stage to accompany the gentleman. After half a stick of incense, he wrote poems that were just the same, which received a slight praise.

Ming Lanying and Tang Ning yawned at the same time, looked at each other and Tang Ning pointed at her.

"Look at Ning'er, you're even yawning."

"Aren't you too?" Ming Lanying took a sip of tea, "Ning'er, can you understand?"

Ning'er nodded, "You can understand something, Dad said that you can gain more knowledge by looking at it."

Tang Ning looked at her jokingly, "You gave birth to Ning'er so smart, you must be not bad when you give birth to a daughter."

Ming Lanying pinched her, "You just wait for the shadowless thing. When will you get married, I'm considering whether to have a daughter."

Ning'er's eyes turned, and she knew that the two were communicating with her sister. Although she wanted her sister a little, she still tried not to ask now. He was a sensible and good boy who would not urge adults. He focused on watching the same topic in the lobby.

poetry.

After a few words, the people who wrote the same poems changed a few times. If you are lucky, you can win even if you are just right. If you are not lucky, you will lose a little badly.

The winner can continue to fight until he loses, or choose a plate of special refreshments from the teahouse. Although the literati are a little proud, they also know humility and know how to leave some face for themselves. Except for those who want to win a leader, they all

No one stayed to fight.

Ming Lanying didn't understand poetry. The only few articles she remembered were the key points of the exam she had memorized in her previous life. She wanted to discuss poetry with her. She could only understand the layout and meaning of the poem, but not rhymes, and she could not write it out.

After reading for more than one hour, I listened to a lot of regular poems, but few outstanding ones, and the poems of talented men pay more attention to the meaning and rhyme of words. The lines are full of passion and recklessness.

There are also talented women who come on stage to compete. The beautiful and exquisite fonts and faint fragrance float, which adds a gentle and relaxing atmosphere to this poem.

This generation pays great attention to women's reputation and reputation, but there is no excessive restraint in women's appearance in public. It is normal to participate in poetry meetings or something. It is just a small competition, which will not affect women's reputation or other things.

All of you here are scholars, gentlemen, and it is better to treat each other with courtesy.

Ming Lanying found that the poems of the beauty are more neat and gentle than those of those men, and they are also good at winning. The beauty does not pay attention to winning or losing, but just comes to join in the fun. They are happy if they lose, not to mention that no one is willing to give in to the appearance.

The beautiful lady lost too ugly.

I was a little bored to read, but I was curious about Ming Jiazhen's poem, so I took out my wallet and counted ten taels of silver, "A Ning, where can I place a bet? I'll put one too."

Tang Ning pointed to the counter at the door of the lobby, "Who do you want to suppress the bet with the shopkeeper?"

Ming Lanying threw away the silver, thought for a moment, shook her head funny, "Who else can I suppress? Among these people, I only know Ming Jiazhen. Since she is being held by everyone, I will follow the trend and suppress it.

Pressure.”

"It seems to be true. I know that there is a talented woman whose poems are much better than Ming Jiazhen. She is a real talented woman. She doesn't like to participate in such poetry parties, so she is not as famous as Ming Jiazhen."

Tang Ning also took out ten taels of silver, found some fun, and handed it to Fengchun with Ming Lanying. Fengchun bowed to take the silver and went to the shopkeeper downstairs to suppress Ming Jiazhen.

"That's a bit of a pity. Ming Jiazhen is a cheaper one." Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen on the opposite side and seemed to get up and walk downstairs, and immediately became energetic. She wanted to see the literary talent of the most talented woman in the capital.

Tang Ning raised her feet and didn't care much, "What a pity, I originally brought you to listen to books today, but it made you bored."

"How could it be that the tea and refreshments in this teahouse are very good."

Ming Lanying's eyes moved lightly with Ming Jiazhen's lotus steps. The thirteen-year-old girl was tall and graceful. She walked down from the building and attracted a lot of attention along the way. Some of her familiar faces were fighting her.

Greeting.

A handsome and elegant young man stood up bravely and bowed to Ming Jiazhen.

"Miss Ming is here, will Miss Ming try it?"

Ming Jiazhen gave a tribute to her, with a beautiful demeanor and a gentle temperament, "The little girl is here to show her ugly appearance."

A bamboo curtain was lifted in the second floor private room, and a heroic woman with her eyebrows and eyes held the railing with her hands, laughing loudly: "I'm waiting for you, have you thought of any good poems today?"

Ming Jiazhen seemed to know the girl too, and said with a smile: "Miss Wu, don't joke with me, I'm just showing off my ugly face in front of you. It's also the honor of the little girl to discuss poetry with you."

The maid carefully supported Ming Jiazhen onto the stage and carefully polished her. The talented man opposite was the winner of the previous game, and seemed to be thinking of the leader. Ming Lanying saw that he was a little arrogant in his eyebrows and eyes, and used his elbows with some amusement.

He pushed Tang Ning.

"Did that man not know Ming Jiazhen?"

Tang Ning glanced at him, "Looking at Ming Sheng, Fengchun, do you know?"

Fengchun nodded, "He is the youngest son of the magistrate of the neighboring prefect. He has been locked up at home for many years and has just passed the scholar last year. He has often appeared in the social circles in the capital in the past two years and is making friends with friends."

"No wonder, I don't seem to know Ming Jiazhen, and I'm still proud!"

Just as Ming Jiazhen went downstairs, Ming Lanying saw Ming Jiazhen's popularity in the capital. It can be said that half of them were present. Both men and women were familiar with her. Ming Jiazhen will definitely win this game.

It's not for nothing.

Ming Jiazhen held the pen in her hand, her eyes gently curled her eyes, raised her cherry lips, turned her wrists to start the pen on the paper, revealing a piece of white wrist.

Ming Lanying saw the man's eyes gradually widening, and he was stunned and stopped moving, as if he was being seduced.

He laughed out loud, Ning'er looked up at her in confusion, and Ming Lanying rubbed his head, "Fortunately, you have grown up among the beautiful women since childhood, and your aesthetic is as good as your father."

Ning'er: "?"

Tang Ning stretched his neck and looked at it twice, and smiled, "See that prospect."

Ming Lanying uttered, "Ming Jiazhen finished writing, and that young man came to his senses."

Tang Ning gently lifted the corner of the bamboo curtain, and with good eyesight, he saw the poem on the paper from afar and read it softly.

"The plants and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple are fighting for the fragrance of fragrance. The flowers and elm pods have no talent, but they can only flow into the sky and fly into snow."*

Ming Lanying held her chin and said, "Isn't this good?"

"It's good to just look at it, but what if it's compared with the better ones in front?"

Ming Lanying nodded in a clear understanding. Ming Jiazhen is a smart person. She is comparing with the same topic and avoids more outstanding acquaintances. She just waits for this face to be born, and the unpromising one can not only use it easily.

If you use the beauty plan, you can win with justification.

As expected, Ming Jiazhen won. The man blushed and bowed to Ming Jiazhen, and asked her name stutteredly. Ming Jiazhen smiled without saying a word. There were also talented men who liked to watch the fun and kind-hearted.

Said.

"This is the seventeenth girl of the Ming family and the most talented girl in the capital! You guy is so lucky and can match Miss Ming."

"It turned out that the young actor had no idea about the girl Ming, and could write poems with the girl Ming, but it was because the young actor had a great fortune. The young actor had a regular hygiene period, so this was polite."

"Young Master Wei is so polite. It is also a honor for the little girl to be able to compete with Youth Master Wei."

Wei Pingqi blushed and got off the stage. Ming Jiazhen looked around, with a cute and innocent look between her eyebrows and eyes. "Is there anyone else to come and have a conversation with the little girl? The little girl also wants to try to fight.

How to play the game.”

"I've come, I've long wanted to talk to you about poetry, and finally waited for the opportunity."

The person who spoke was a gentle little girl. When Ming Jiazhen called her "Miss Xiang", the relationship between the two should be quite good.
To be continued...