"No way." The people on the side were also worried and suggested, "If it doesn't work for a while, you can go up again."
The corners of Cao Jiankong's mouth twitched: "You can't, it's so embarrassing."
Lu Chai felt very relieved: "Don't worry, don't worry. I specially asked someone to write a few poems a few days ago, and I asked the young master to memorize them. If he memorizes them, he can just recite two poems and he will be able to pass."
"
Had he been prepared, how could such a shameful thing happen?
Look how smart he is.
The people on the side exclaimed: "This method is good, this method is good, you don't know how annoying those girls are. If you think this song is not good and that song doesn't have the artistic conception, it will upset people. This is not the case."
Everyone is a great talent, right?"
It was the bride and the girls who commented on the makeup poem. They had to wait for their consent before the bride could be invited out.
"But if you can do it, it's better to do it yourself. If you use someone else's poem, it's always a little less thoughtful." But if you can do it yourself, you should do it yourself. It's really not possible. If the requirements are relatively high, or the bride's family deliberately
If you create difficulties, you will ask the people accompanying you to help.
Everyone in the Xie family made a fuss and asked Rong Ci to compose a poem to encourage them to make up. Mrs. Cao Guogong sat on a mahogany armchair and watched everyone making noises with a smile, without any intention of making a sound to relieve the siege.
If he had known that this would happen, Rong Ci would be calm, and he would just compose two poems. Although he was not good at composing poems, it was not impossible for him to compose poems if he really wanted to, and he had already learned about the poems written by others.
Those who compose poems know what they should look like if they want to compose poems.
So he stood up, held his hands in front of everyone, and after thinking for a moment, a poem to encourage makeup was completed.
He whispered slowly:
“Peach blossoms are red at dawn in spring and lotus flowers are dyed in summer, and hibiscus is dyed in autumn and plum blossoms are cold in winter.
Holding a hand-held mirror while applying red makeup, admiring the flowers of the four seasons."
Peach blossoms in spring, lotuses in summer, hibiscus in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. Now you are ready to put on your makeup without holding a mirror. I invite you to enjoy the flowers of the four seasons with me.
Although it is slightly different from the poems written by others to encourage makeup, it seems to have a better artistic conception. It probably means that I have come to marry you, but do you want to enjoy the flowers of the four seasons with me?
As soon as this poem came out, the people present clapped their hands and cheered, and then ordered the "poet poet" to go outside the bride's yard and read the poem to encourage the bride and the girls to listen.
Xie Yixiao listened with the girls.
"The peach blossoms are red at dawn in the spring and the lotus is in the summer, and the hibiscus is dyed in the autumn and the plum blossoms are cold in the winter. These two sentences describe the beauty of the four seasons, and they also coincide with the last sentence, 'Appreciate the flowers in all four seasons.'"
"But the third sentence is a bit off, and Ninth Young Master is too reserved. It would be better if it were changed."
"If it needs to be changed, what should it be changed to?"
"Ask Qingqing, can I make red makeup?"
"Qingqing?"
"Qingqing!"
The girls in the room burst into laughter, and Xie Yixiao also laughed, feeling funny and shaking his head.
Someone said: "If the ninth master can say the word 'Qing Qing', I will eat this veil today."
"Hahaha."
"Is this what you said? You can't lie!"
"Well, let's let Mr. Rong Jiu compose another song. This one must have the word 'Qing Qing' in it. Isn't that done?"
"Yes, yes, there must be the word 'Qing Qing'. Who said you want to wear the veil? Who said that?"
When the girls heard this, they dispersed one by one, all pretending to be stupid.
"It's not me, it's not me."
"Not me either."
Someone maliciously pointed out the person who spoke before: "I know, it's Miss Qin."
It is Qin Yinqing.
Qin Yinqing was identified, and she pretended to be furious: "Who said that? Who said it was mine? Am I such a person?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
"No, no, you are not such a person."
"Yes, yes, I testify that it was not you who said that just now."
Qin Yinqing was so angry that she covered her face with her hands, and the girls burst into laughter seeing this.
Xie Zhu rolled up her sleeves and walked out of the yard, climbed up the ladder against the wall, and there were two maids helping to hold the ladder beside her. She stood on the wall and said to the people who came outside to recite makeup poems: "
Call the poet to come here."
The man was wearing a green brocade robe with a red belt around his waist. When he raised his eyes and saw someone on the wall, he cupped his hands and bowed in salute: "I've seen the girl."
Xie Zhu said: "We discussed it and found that the lyrics of Jiu Gongzi's poem are indeed good, but we feel that the third sentence is a bit lacking in meaning, so we will ask Jiu Gongzi to compose a new one."
The poet responded: "Yes."
Xie Zhu added: "However, we also think it would be better if the third line contains the word "Qingqing". In this new poem, let Jiu Gongzi use the word "Qingqing". That's the request."
"Qing Qing?" The poet almost choked on his own saliva, these girls are so cruel, "No, this girl, do you think the Ninth Young Master can make a makeup with the word 'Qing Qing' in it?"
poetry?"
Xie Zhu folded her hands on her chest and said condescendingly: "Why can't it be done? Young Master, you don't know. If you want to marry a wife, you must first be shameless. Okay, that's it."
Biography of the poet: "...You are right."
"Then hurry up and send a message."
"Yes, yes." The poet had no choice but to turn around and leave Chunxueyuan for the outer courtyard.
Rong Jiu, you can't blame me. I'm just a messenger. Just wish yourself well and be shameless.
It is said that the poet returned to the main courtyard of the outer courtyard, and then conveyed the meaning of the bride: "The girls felt that the third sentence was a bit lacking in meaning, and said that it was better with the word 'Qing Qing', so they asked the Ninth Young Master to write it again.
One song, this new one must contain the word 'Qing Qing'."
As soon as the poet said these words, everyone in the hall laughed, and some people couldn't help laughing and leaned back. The Xie family laughed, and Mrs. Cao Guogong also laughed and stretched out her hand to hold the tea cup.
Rong Ci recited the word 'Qing Qing' in his mind, and it seemed to be lingering in the top of his heart. His heart felt a little hot, and the tips of his ears were red. At this moment, he felt really embarrassed.
Mrs. Cao Guogong said happily: "Since it is the intention of the bride and the girls, then Ninth Young Master will compose another song. Remember, add the word 'Qing Qing' in the previous song."
"But there are designated words, so you can think about it for more time."
The people on the side yelled: "I see, don't there often be such words and phrases in those dialect books? Why do my family have a good relationship, and I miss you, so why don't we just follow this."
"Interesting, this is a good idea."
The Rong family members were also making noises. Lu Zhui nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I want to hear it too. Just my dear friends."
The more you talk about this, the more outrageous it becomes. It’s too big for these people to cause trouble.
Rong Ci glanced at those people and sighed in his heart.
He felt that he should have carefully selected the people who accompanied him to welcome the bride before, lest all of them defected and wanted to see his excitement.