In the past, she was dimmed under the light of Feng Wanwan. For some reason, Feng Wanwan did not come to this year's flower viewing party. This is God giving her a chance to rise. She doesn't mind using Feng Muqing as a stepping stone.
stone.
Feng Muching could see the thoughts of these people watching the excitement at just one glance, and sneered silently.
No matter what Sikong Ruyue's purpose was, since she was given the opportunity to make a name for herself, how could she live up to this great hospitality?
"Yes." Feng Muching's mouth curved up and she spoke calmly.
Hearing her immediate agreement, everyone was sighing, but said nothing.
"In that case, it's the old rule." Sikong Ruyue looked at the maid beside him and ordered: "Bi He, come and play the drum."
"yes."
Bihe responded respectfully and picked up the drumsticks that had been prepared. Seeing that everyone was ready, he turned his back and started playing the drums.
When the drums started to sound, Sikong Ruyue took out a huge silk flower and threw it to Feng Muqing who was next.
Feng Muqing received the silk flower and threw it to the woman beside him without hesitation, with a calm expression on her face.
The silk flower fell steadily into the woman's arms. The woman who received the silk flower paused slightly, quickly recovered and handed the silk flower in her arms to the woman beside her.
The drums kept beating, and the silk flowers passed through the hands of one person after another. Finally, the drums stopped and everyone looked up, and the silk flowers fell into the hands of a woman in goose-yellow clothes.
"This is Miss Lin, please."
Sikong Ruyue looked at the woman softly, waved her hand, and then two servants came to Miss Lin with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Miss Lin nodded slightly, then picked up her pen and began to think seriously. Everyone was too understanding to disturb her, and the scene became quiet for a moment.
Feng Muqing picked up the tea cup and was about to take a sip. As soon as it touched her lips, a very faint floral fragrance rushed into the tip of her nose, and she felt refreshed.
White tea flower?!
White tea flowers can be used for medicinal purposes. Made into scented tea, it can make people energetic, refreshed, and make tiredness disappear.
Feng Muqing took a small sip. It was sweet in the mouth and fragrant on the lips and teeth.
It seems that Sikong Ruyue really loves flowers. He is the only one who can even use such precious white tea flowers to make tea.
After half a cup of tea, Miss Lin stopped writing and blew on the wet ink. After a few breaths, the maid waiting beside her carefully picked up the rice paper and showed it to everyone.
Everyone looked up and saw that the paper was written very beautifully in small regular script with hairpin flowers, and then they read the poems on the rice paper.
The pines and bamboos are green and the flowers are cold, the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight. No one is fragrant alone in the quiet path. Who can complain about this hatred? It seems that we share the plum blossoms. There are still lovers looking for fragrance. When I smell it, I refuse to smell it, and the fragrance is in an unintentional place. (Selected from the Song Dynasty)
Poet Cao Zu's "Businessman Lan")
"good!"
Thunderous applause sounded, and Feng Muching looked at Miss Lin with admiration.
It is worthy of everyone’s money and real material.
"It's embarrassing." Miss Lin stood up and bowed her head in embarrassment, with a warm look on her face.
"Miss Lin has given us a good start, let's continue." Sikong Ruyue said with a smile on her face.
The drum beat sounded again, but this time it stopped shortly. The silk flower fell into the hands of a woman in pink clothes. The woman in pink clothes looked at the silk flower in her hand, and her eyes suddenly smiled like crescent moons, which was particularly gratifying.
Everyone fell silent again, and she stopped writing about half way through the tea.
The flowers in the garden are smiling all year long, and the grass in the pond is bright in spring. It is not as good as the hibiscus, which is beautiful on the side of the jade steps. Its beauty is so short, and it falls in the blink of an eye. How can it be like a beautiful tree branch, which keeps blooming all year round. (Excerpted from "Li Bai", a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
"Hymn")
"What a beautiful person, just like a beautiful tree branch, always blooming year after year!" Sikong Ruyue was the first to praise.
Feng Muqing also nodded in agreement. It seems that the ladies in Kyoto are still somewhat talented.
The woman in pink was embarrassed by the compliment, and she grinned, showing that she had a lively and cheerful personality.
After that, the silk flowers were rotated several times, and the ladies from several houses wrote good poems. The atmosphere was instantly pushed to the peak. Finally, the silk flowers fell into Zhao Jiayi's hands.
Looking at the huge silk flower in her hand, Zhao Jiayi was filled with joy.
Finally, it's her turn to show off her talents!
When the Four Treasures of the Study were put on the table, Zhao Jiayi couldn't wait to pick up the pen and started writing without any hesitation.
Feng Muqing sneered, thinking that Zhao Jiayi had already composed the poem and was just waiting for this opportunity.
After a moment, Zhao Jiayi stopped writing, with a smile on her lips, as if she was confident of winning.
Seeing her like this, everyone understood it tacitly, and every year the flower appreciation feast was themed around flowers, so it was not unusual for them to prepare poems in advance.
Zhao Jiayi is not the only one who has done this, but she is the only one who has shown it so clearly.
Sikong Ruyue knew it well and did not lift the fig leaf, but his face darkened.
When the rice paper was unfolded, what came into view was not the small regular script with hairpins used by ordinary women in the boudoir. It had a somewhat tough style, which was refreshing to all the noble ladies.
In previous years, Zhao Jiayi succumbed to Feng Wanwan's temptation and squandered the opportunity she finally got. This year, the ambitious Feng Wanwan was absent for no reason. She wanted to make a comeback.
Feng Wanwan was quite talented and learned, but her cultivation was unparalleled. She was the most dazzling star among the noble ladies in Kyoto. Everyone had already known about this.
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance. (Selected from "Plum Blossoms" by Wang Anshi, a poet of the Song Dynasty)
Everyone exclaimed after seeing the verses on the rice paper clearly.
I knew it was not snow from afar, but because of the subtle fragrance, I never thought that Zhao Jiayi's literary talent was not inferior to Feng Wanwan.
After seeing this poem, Feng Muching raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhao Jiayi.
Although this person is not likable, this poem is really good.
Sikong Ruyue did not comment on the poem, and directly asked Bihe to play the drum again. Seeing this, everyone looked confused.
Not receiving praise from Sikong Ruyue, Zhao Jiayi frowned and was about to ask a question but was stopped by the girl with quick eyes and quick hands beside her.
Zhao Jiayi glared at the girl with dissatisfaction and sat down angrily.
Why? Why didn’t the eldest princess praise her poems? Her poems were obviously much better than the previous ones!
Feng Muqing shook her head and looked at the girl behind Zhao Jiayi with a different eye. This person was very discerning. She must have been specially sent by Zhao Shangshu because he was worried that his daughter would get into trouble.
A new round of drumming to encourage flowers began. This time the drums sounded for a long time, and the silk flowers rotated again and again. Zhao Jiayi stared at the silk flowers, but the drumming did not stop.
Suddenly, the drums stopped and the silk flower fell accurately into Feng Muching's hands, and everyone's eyes fell on her.
Surprised, looking forward to it, watching the show, mocking...
Feng Muqing glanced at Sikong Ruyue with a smile but not a smile. Don't think she didn't see it. Just now Sikong Ruyue secretly gave Bihe a look, and the drumming suddenly stopped.
It seems that Sikong Ruyue really has ulterior motives in this invitation.
"Princess Regent, please." Sikong Ruyue smiled and was extremely polite.
Feng Muching couldn't stand up from the table without reaching out to hit the smiling person. When the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed in front of her, she picked up the pen and started writing, which made everyone sigh.
Is it possible that the Princess Regent also came prepared?