The poetry club organized by the Xiao family was not only attended by the younger generation, but also by the older generation of scholars.
There was a buzz of people, and a series of carriages were parked in front of the Xiao Mansion. The guests who came down were all dressed in expensive clothes, and were led by servants to a specially opened area in the mansion.
There is a plaque hanging high there, which is the word Xiao Han asked the calligrapher to mention: Book Friends Pavilion.
The hour was almost here, and all the gentlemen and ladies were sitting in their seats, waiting quietly for the people from the Xiao Mansion to speak. At this moment, a refreshing fragrance of medicine came from the entrance, causing people to look over there unconsciously.
The first thing that catches the eye is the hem of plain clothes, and then looking up, there are two men and two women, both of whom have good looks and ethereal temperaments.
The ladies took a closer look. Isn't this a member of the Qi family? It's just that the person at the end looks quite strange.
The Qi family members looked calm and sat down in their seats.
From then on, the poetry club officially began.
"Thank you for your compliments. Today's rule is to compose a poem based on the objects in the pavilion. After you find the objects, you can find someone to compare them on the spot. Each person will have one sentence and two rounds of poetry. If they don't match, you will lose on the spot."
"If they match, the winner will be determined by the reaction of everyone on the scene. The winner will get the items for writing poems. At the end of the day, whichever noble lady or prince has the most items in the pavilion will come out on top.
Get the bonus of meditative preparation.”
After Xiao Han announced the rules, some active young masters immediately asked: "What is the lottery?"
Xiao Han smiled slightly: "Keep it secret."
He raised his hand: "However, you will not be disappointed with this lucky draw."
Ling Yutong lazily raised his eyes, not interested in this lucky draw. They came today, and their plain clothes were enough to stand out, but there was no need to deliberately steal the spotlight from the Xiao family.
Turning around, she saw Xiao Baozhu deliberately sitting upright, obviously intending to show off his skills.
That's how the fun started.
Many young masters with lower status than Xiao Baozhu had already broken branches or flowers in the pavilion at will and took the initiative to go in the direction of Xiao Baozhu.
Ling Yutong only glanced at it and then looked away, knowing in his heart that it seemed that the top spot had been decided.
Beside her, Old God Qi Yun was sitting on the ground without even raising her eyelids.
It was like a vacuum around them, and no one came close. None of the children of the same class who had good friends with the Qi family in the past took the initiative to approach.
Even when those people glanced at them, their mood was clear contempt.
Ling Yutong thought, it was really utilitarian. She could think of those people's thoughts with her eyes closed, but she just felt that the Qi family was different and did not deserve to be on the same level as them.
Simply put, they don't care about false prosperity and whether their friends are valuable or valuable.
In the vacuum and quiet atmosphere around him, Chen Qiushui left the center surrounded by people and walked towards them.
The man's back was broad and thin. Xiao Baozhu gritted his teeth, and there was no way to hide the resentment in his eyes.
She was really angry!
On the other side, Ling Yutong was listening to Qi Yun's words. He turned around and saw Chen Qiu Shui, and also caught a glimpse of Xiao Baozhu's eyes looking straight this way.
She raised her lips and teased: "The sun is rising in the west, and the eldest lady didn't follow you?"
Chen Qiushui looked at her helplessly.
The words are astonishing.
"I have already mentioned the cancellation of the engagement to my father, and my father has reported it to the Holy Spirit and approved it, but he has not publicized it."
Ling Yutong raised her eyebrows, and after a moment of surprise, she glanced at Xiao Baozhu's eyes that had not yet withdrawn.
"However, the other party seems unwilling to do so."
Chen Qiushui looked serious and didn't seem to care.
"The matter has been decided. The marriage is cancelled. I have taken all the responsibilities. Miss Xiao will not suffer any damage to her reputation."
Ling Yutong looked away and smiled: "Just because your reputation is intact does not mean that your psychology is intact. Even if you have a clear conscience, you still need to take precautions."
She said it lightly and never mentioned it again.
Chen Qiushui is not a person who doesn't know what's going on. He just clicks and stops.
Chen Qiu Shui nodded and glanced at Song Yue unconsciously, staying there for a long time.
But Songyue kept her head down, very quiet, without raising her eyes or looking at Chen Qiushui.
Qi Yun said: "Let's each go look for some small things. At least we need to write a few poems, so that we don't count ourselves as messing around here."
"Yutong, you go with Zekai."
Ling Yutong nodded.
Unexpectedly, before they could separate, they saw Xiao Baozhu walking over menacingly. She already had a lot of things in her hands that the young masters had deliberately given to her. She walked in a hurry and stuffed them all into the maid behind her.
Raising an eyebrow provocatively.
"Miss Ling, I haven't seen you for a few days, but there is another person next to you!"
She looked Wu Liuguang up and down and said, "However, your level of appreciation has regressed a lot. It's really unlucky that you actually like this indifferent man."
Ling Yutong's face turned cold.
Wu Liuguang raised his eyelids and glanced at her. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Ling Yutong sneer.
"What are you talking about, Miss Xiao?"
"Aren't we all here today to participate in a poetry club? Meeting friends with poetry, how come... the love between men and women?"
She touched the hem of her clothes gracefully, paused for a moment and then said, "Maybe it's because of what I'm thinking in my heart that I can only see what I see."
Xiao Baozhu blushed with anger, raised her hand halfway and put it down again.
"You! You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."
"Not as good as Miss Xiao, your eyesight is dim."
She slowly raised her eyes, ignored Xiao Baozhu, turned to Qi Yun and smiled: "Sister, I will go in that direction."
Qi Yun nodded, glanced back at Wu Liuguang, and motioned for him to follow her.
From beginning to end, the devalued Wu Liuguang did not even move his eyes, and now he left directly without giving Xiao Baozhu any face.
Xiao Baozhu felt like a sharp sword pierced his heart.
Severe heart attack.
Why doesn't anyone take her seriously?
She turned around angrily and saw that Chen Qiu Shui was about to leave. She did not chase Ling Yutong because she was unhappy. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and casually called the young man who had lost to her in the poetry contest before. She leaned against Chen Qiu Shui's back and said loudly
: "Some people refuse to leave despite the beautiful arrangements, and insist on holding on to nothing..."
The young master naturally turned to her and followed her words.
And Chen Qiushui, the central character who was connoted, walked away without looking back.
Xiao Baozhu was so angry that she stamped her feet, but she was soon surrounded by the noble ladies holding her in her arms. Even if she tried to look for it, she couldn't find Chen Qiushui.
On the other side, Ling Yutong frowned.
If she admits it correctly, the person in front of him with an obsessed expression is Yan Qing?
Because her back was blocked, she couldn't see clearly who was opposite her.
But the hem of the clothes that was exposed from underneath made her eyebrows jump and she walked over immediately.
Yan Qing seemed to have brought a woman to the side of the rockery, and was still mumbling words and fighting poems!
Who is fighting poetry in this remote place?
There must be a ghost in him.
"Master Yan, your legs and feet are not good, do you want my third brother to help you, so that you don't fall on the rockery and have your face bruised?"
A fierce female voice came.
Yan Qing was annoyed at being disturbed, so he raised his voice and said angrily: "Who is cursing me? You have bad legs and feet!"
Ling Yutong glanced at his feet with squinted eyes, bent down and quickly picked up a small stone and threw it at his feet.
"Really? You have good legs and feet, so you should stand up straight!"
Yan Qing was really irritated, and he was about to step back when he was angry. However, in the next moment, his foot slipped, his whole body shook, and he was about to be thrown into the mud!
In a panic, he glanced at the rockery protrusion that could support his balance out of the corner of his eye. He quickly grabbed it without caring about how painful the sharp stone could be.
The tearing pain hit, and Yan Qing's face was twisted in pain.
He was able to stand, but his hands were almost hurting! He waved his hands and tried to loosen the stone, but as soon as he let go, he couldn't stand firm and stared in panic, so he could only grab the stone again.
Secondary injury, puncture, is more painful.
Yan Qing couldn't help but howl, and Ling Yutong couldn't help but frown.
At this time, the woman hidden by his figure also revealed her appearance.
At this moment, he was looking towards Ling Yutong and the others.
Qi Zekai was stunned.
Yan Qing's shadow still covered half of her face. The woman's eyes were as gentle as water, but the look in her eyes was resolute. Moreover, she held the hairpin tightly in her hand and pressed it against her neck. It was very likely that Yan Qing would take another step closer.
, she just poked it hard!
Ling Yutong immediately moved quickly to block in front of the woman. When he walked forward, he looked carefully with his feet and stepped on Yan Qing hard!