Everyone was praising Meiyuan, but Li Zexue, the initiator, only responded lightly. She has become accustomed to the beauty seen in other people's eyes.
Today, it is said that she is the initiator, but in fact it is her cousin, Li Zesen, who is treated like a son by his parents. In front of her parents, her cousin has more status than her, and she often doubts whether she is her parents' biological child. Therefore, she delayed the marriage arranged by her parents and wanted to find a suitable partner.
Li Zesen went to Donglin College and came back with fewer people. Naturally, no one would compete for her status in the family. But every time she came back, she still had to cover up this unreliable cousin, leaving her helpless but unable to do anything.
Fruits, cakes, water and wine had been placed in the pavilion early, which was inevitable at the poetry meeting, but few people mentioned the Four Treasures of the Study. If someone asks for preparation, it must be an excellent poem about plum blossoms. Today, this cousin actually had the Four Treasures of the Study prepared in the pavilion, which gave her some interest in socializing.
Everyone who came was also curious about who would end up today. It was not that simple to chant Mei in Meiyuan Town. After all, Meiyuan Town has always had so many poems praising plum blossoms that future generations have no words to write about or sighs to sigh with.
Li Zexue did not gather all the women to her side like in the past. She just sat calmly on the side of the desk, as if today's poetry meeting had nothing to do with her as the convener.
After everyone exchanged greetings, Li Zesen said as expected: "It's rare that we all gather together today, and we are in the plum garden, so we cannot let go of this stunning scenery. As the host, I should be the first to write, but today I have a distinguished guest coming from a long way. Dear foreigners, what do you think?"
The people present were either from Meiyuan Town or from Donglin College. As soon as Li Zesen said this, everyone naturally followed suit. In fact, everyone knew the truth. There really were no good poems. Otherwise, according to the custom of the Eastern Continent, There are four treasures of the study placed on the desk, and they have been splashed with ink for a long time.
Song Pingzi was not familiar with the Poetry Club, and he did not expect that Li Zesen would lay such a trap on him. He was trying hard to make Song Pingzi look ugly. Everyone's eyes were turned to him, but Li Zexue, who was on the side of the desk, had already stood up to study ink, and looked at him with a pair of watery eyes.
Zhu Waner was about to speak, but Song Pingzi stopped her and said, "I'm not good at this, so I won't show my shame."
Li Zexue's hands stopped immediately after hearing the ink, and she looked at Song Pingzi with confusion and confusion in her eyes. I sighed in my heart. It seemed that my expectations were too high. When had this cousin ever been reliable? Putting down half a foot of black ink, he wiped it gently with the silk towel in his hand, threw it on the desk, turned around and walked to the innermost part of the pavilion, and was left behind by a silhouette.
The local people in Meiyuan Town certainly knew that the city lord's daughter was the most arrogant and rarely talked to others, but like today, even though she didn't say a word or had a cold face, everyone could see her displeasure.
Li Zesen had a smile on his face and looked quite pleased. This result was completely expected by him. He deliberately wanted to embarrass Song Pingzi and make Song Pingzi look embarrassed in front of everyone. Now it seems that his goal has been achieved.
Zhu Waner's eyebrows were raised. If Song Pingzi hadn't held her hand and signaled, she would have stood up and angrily scolded Li Zesen.
However, Song Pingzi didn't care. He had already seen through Li Zesen's thoughts. He smiled faintly and said: "I am a guest from afar. If the host doesn't show off his appearance first, he really doesn't know how to show off his embarrassment, for fear of making people laugh. Since Li Zesen is the host, can he write a poem first? I can judge whether it is stupid. Still really stupid.”
Li Zesen and everyone did not expect that Song Pingzi would push back so directly, and even kill Li Zesen in the process.
Zeng Changfeng couldn't help but turn his attention to Song Pingzi, making no secret of his appreciation. People often dig holes in poetry circles, and sometimes there is really no way to hide, even though they have formed a habit and know it is a joke. But Li Zesen was obviously not joking today, and he was thrown back when he embarrassed the other party.
Li Zesen didn't expect that Song Pingzi was completely unreasonable, and this set of tried-and-true rhetoric was thrown at him, and he blushed so much that he felt like he had a fever.
"Cousin, let's get the book removed! There's no need to be embarrassed." Li Zexue, who was already outside the crowd, suddenly spoke at this time. It seemed to be a rescue, but in fact everyone could hear the meaning, which was dissatisfaction with Li Zesen.
"Why bother? Since it's all in front of everyone, maybe someone is interested in singing a good verse, so I can follow along and appreciate it." Song Pingzi would not let it go easily. You have to embarrass me, and don’t let me lose face, and waste my three lifetimes’ accumulation.
"You have to be merciful and merciful. This person who has come from afar, you are a guest after all. Isn't it the guest's duty to follow the host?" Li Zexue turned around. Although his cousin was unreliable, after all, he was under the control of the city lord. If the embarrassing news spreads about the mansion, it will also damage the prestige of the city lord's mansion. Moreover, because his father is a registered disciple of the Cathay Sect, he has a certain reputation in both the secular and cultivating circles and cannot be suppressed by anyone. However, if he is laughed at by others, it will be a loss of his own innocence.
"Is this the way the city lord's palace treats guests?" Song Pingzi smiled coldly, he had seen many women. Apart from Zhu Waner beside him, he had never shown any scruples to anyone.
Seeing that there was going to be a stalemate, Zeng Changfeng hurriedly came out to smooth things over. After all, Li Zexue was still related to the Zhu family. Although the marriage had not yet happened, it was only a matter of time. Therefore, being stiff is not good for everyone, and it will not be easy for everyone to get along with each other in the future.
"Since Young Master Song wants to know the rules of the Poetry Society, why don't I excerpt a poem and give it to Young Master Song as a demonstration." Zeng Changfeng still favored Li Zexue. After all, Song Pingzi's love affair with Zhu Waner was only a recent matter, and the future is uncertain. , and this Li Zexue is determined to enter the Zhu family.
After finishing speaking, Zeng Changfeng didn't wait for Song Pingzi's consent, and wrote a poem about the plum blossoms by his predecessors. It was seven words and four lines, very neat, and the writing was also very smooth. At first glance, he was proficient in this way. .
Perhaps it was just a proof as he said, and he did not write those well-known quatrains, but a mid-to-high-level poem about plum blossoms.
After he stopped writing, he said very humbly: "The predecessors have exhausted their words, and future generations can only look up. I would like to take this poem as a way to wish you all a high spirits in admiring the plum blossoms today."
This is the best way for the Poetry Society to solve the "trap", and everyone is used to it. After all, it's the same when they play. Even if this matter is exposed, normally no one will mention the poem composing again.
But Li Zesen was really too direct-minded, and he was annoyed when his cousin didn't make a rescue. At this time, Zeng Changfeng's rescue just gave him an excuse, "Student Song, with Senior Zeng taking the lead, are you interested?"
"Li Zesen, don't think that because you are the master in the City Lord's Mansion, I must give you face!" Zhu Waner couldn't bear it any longer. She targeted her lover again and again. She couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to bear it anymore. He stood up and angrily scolded Li Zesen.
"Wan'er..." Li Zesen didn't expect Zhu Waner's reaction to be so strong. The call was met with an even more merciless scolding from Zhu Waner: "Who is Wan'er? My full name is Zhu Waner. Don't forget that your city lord's palace is still in Zhu Tao's country. Can you call me Wan'er? !”
"Miss Zhu, please pay attention to your identity." Li Zexue spoke again, extremely disappointed with his cousin. However, reputation still needs to be maintained.
"Li Zexue, you don't need to remind me here." Zhu Waner lost her temper and no longer had any scruples. After all, although the Zhu family and her were bound by their earthly status, and entering Donglin College was also for the sake of Zhu Tao's future, this was not the reason why she was willing to swallow her anger, let alone the Li family's brother and sister. of.
Seeing that his woman was really angry, Song Pingzi couldn't continue anymore. He stepped forward and gently hugged her waist, and said softly: "Since it's hard to refuse such kindness, I will write a song to calm you down."
When Zhu Waner saw that her lover was really going to write poems, she immediately became nervous and said, "Mr. Song, there's no need for this. I'm not angry anymore."
It’s really hard to write about praising the plum blossoms. There are predecessors who have tried everything you can think of. It’s really hard to come up with good verses in later generations. Even people who are well versed in this art may not be able to write any good verses, let alone the Song Dynasty. Hirako has told her that he is not good at this.
"Nothing, being low-key doesn't mean being stupid, believe me!" Song Pingzi kept smiling and flicked his hand from Zhu Waner's waist a few times before taking it out. He strolled to the writing desk, picked up the black ink and turned it around a few times on the inkstone, selected a piece of wool, pondered for a moment, and then started writing.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, the fonts are wild, and everything is done in one go. In the last stroke, the hair was broken in the hand.
Song Pingzi immediately threw down the hair, no longer caring about the exclamations and incredulous looks around him, he rubbed his hands on the rice paper a few times, wiped away the black ink marks between his fingers, and took Zhu Waner's hand, "Let's go ! I’ve admired the flowers and poems, and it’s time to go.”
