There is no doubt that the person who came out on top in the poetry club was Xiao Baozhu.
In her hand she held a bunch of small things that were impossible to hold, including branches from the yard and flowers, all natural things in the pavilion, with a dazzling variety.
According to the rules of the Poetry Club, whoever has the most small things in his hand will be the leader. This full of small things is both an honor and a symbol of ability, which proves that she has won so many people in the poetry competition.
The young ladies in the pavilion were all gathered together. As the focus of everyone's attention, Xiao Baozhu raised his chin slightly, trying his best to appear calm and thoughtful, but failed in the end.
The maids from the house filed in. Xiao Han laughed loudly and walked forward from the end. The smile on the corner of his mouth made people look like a spring breeze.
Xiao Baozhu raised her eyes delicately and bowed: "I accept it. Thank you all for your willingness to give in, so that I can get this top spot."
As soon as she opened her mouth to be modest, many noble ladies and gentlemen immediately agreed with her and praised her talents and background.
Xiao Han's smile deepened.
The boredom in Ling Yutong's eyes deepened.
She casually shook a few small things in her hand that she had received for accepting the poetry competition challenge, and looked back boredly, hoping that the poetry club would end it as soon as possible.
Xiao Baozhu's eyes turned left and right, specifically looking for the Qi family in the crowd.
Then he bumped into Ling Yutong's bored expression, as if this leader was worthless to Ling Yutong and didn't even deserve to take another look.
The fire in her heart was burning, and she suddenly no longer felt the glory of the heavy things in her arms. When she was angry, she stuffed them all into the hands of the maid behind her.
The maid was caught off guard and didn't catch it.
Those small objects were full of miscellaneous items, and they fell directly to the ground after being taken away, colliding with each other and making a crisp tinkling sound.
That was a bell that someone took off a tree branch.
The sound was not loud, but because they were standing where their eyes fell, a slight surprise appeared on many people's faces.
Ling Yutong even raised his head and smiled directly.
Just now, didn't Xiao Baozhu hold her tightly? As if it was the noble title she was about to be crowned, she didn't let go at all.
Has it fallen off now?
Xiao Baozhu is looking at Ling Yutong.
The sharp nails pierced the palms of her hands. She had never hated her accurate vision reading ability so much.
Ling Yutong's look just now and that careless smile were definitely mocking her!
Unable to stop her anger, she lowered her head and saw the maid squatting hurriedly to pick up the things she had just dropped, and blurted out accusations.
"Don't you have eyes?"
"Didn't you see me asking you to pick up something?"
"This is proof of the good friendship I have formed with all my poetry friends. It is priceless. How could they lie on the cold ground and be touched randomly by you!"
When the delicate female voice gets angry, her voice sounds particularly sharp to the ears.
The maid was shocked. She was born thin and could not hold many things. Now she was scolded and her hands were shaking violently. Her body was so stiff that she could hardly move.
The scene is stalemate.
Xiao Baozhu endured it again and again, but finally caught a glimpse of his father's reminding eyes, calmed down a little, and did not kick the maid.
But she couldn't swallow this anger!
Ling Yutong is really annoying!
Turning her head, she pulled her lips and said mockingly: "I was too excited just now, and I also cared too much about the connections I established with fellow poets, so..."
The atmosphere was awkward, but some people still agreed with her and said it was okay.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Baozhu changed the topic and jumped to the number of small objects in your hands.
She smiled coquettishly, which seemed a bit proud.
"Huh? You all have gained a lot today."
She tilted her head to look at her father and said softly: "Father, you see, all the poetry friends are talented people and have a lot of small things in their hands. If I am the only one who wins the top prize in the poetry club today, what will happen to all of you?"
How bad is it that you can’t get anything out of all your mental work?”
Xiao Han lowered his eyes and smiled, and said fondly: "What good idea does the orb have?"
Xiao Baozhu rolled his eyes and said slowly: "Why not, let's add a reward. As long as the poetry friends who come to participate have six small things in their hands, they can receive a piece of fine cloth from the house."
"For this fabric, I will use the batch that I recently brought back from Yixuan Pavilion. What does father think?"
Xiao Han was startled for a moment, then smiled.
He looked around and couldn't help but raise his voice: "You girl, you have six little things, I'm afraid everyone who comes to participate has them."
Xiao Baozhu smiled sheepishly.
Xiao Han waved his hand: "Okay! Of course! Not to mention anything else, this Yi Xuan Pavilion is just a piece of cloth. The new goods that I returned couldn't be softer. I give it to you little friends as a small gift from my Xiao family."
Already."
Many people's eyes lit up.
Among them, not all families can afford Yi Xuan Pavilion on a daily basis.
It was a custom-made shop, and their conditions were poorer. On weekdays, they would go directly to the ready-made clothing shop to buy an outfit.
If you don’t come over to join Xiao Mansion’s poetry club today, you can get a piece of expensive fabric for free. It’s so worth it!
The eyes of the gentlemen and ladies with lower status were shining with joy, while those with higher status just laughed it off and accepted this small reward calmly.
The atmosphere in the pavilion became warm again, Xiao Baozhu covered up the cold light in his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
Wu Liuguang frowned.
He looked around at the people around him. Qi Yun, Ling Yutong, and Qi Zekai all held very few small things in their hands.
He checked the quantity again, and the mark between his brows became deeper.
Except for Qi Zekai, he, Qi Yun and Ling Yutong all had three to five small objects in their hands.
It would be fine if it was just a coincidence, but when he saw the happy face of the person on the other side, his heart sank.
Xiao Baozhu did it on purpose.
I'm afraid that among the people who came to attend the poetry club, apart from those who didn't have any ink in their bellies, they were the only ones with less than six small objects in their hands.
Ling Yutong also discovered this and sneered at this, feeling deeply that Xiao Baozhu was naive.
Do they lack that piece of cloth?
Isn't it a bit too vulgar to use this method to disgust people?
However, the low-level ones are still to come.
Xiao Han waved his hand and asked the housekeeper to bring the cloth over for anyone to choose from.
After the commotion, as Wu Liuguang expected, everyone in the pavilion was holding a piece of cloth. The scene was spectacular, which made them stand out with their empty hands.
However, they are all dressed in plain clothes, and the eye-catching effect makes people pay attention to them at a glance.
Xiao Baozhu smiled and heard someone say in surprise: "Eh? Why don't the young ladies of the Qi family go and get some cloth? They all have them!"
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
Qi Yun glanced at the man and said calmly: "Oh, we don't have six small things, so you don't need to take them."
Everyone was surprised.
Then, someone with a quick mind reacted quickly and glanced at Xiao Baozhu. His heart was cruel, and he found wealth in danger!
If it were the Qi family in the past, naturally no one would dare to laugh at them face to face. But if the Qi family and the Xiao family are placed at opposite ends of the scale now, anyone with a little bit of a desire to curry favor will know how to choose!