Over there, Mrs. Lin was surrounded by everyone and came to the main seat and made some opening remarks.
From Yang Ruoqing's understanding, everyone is welcome to come here to participate in the poetry meeting. Those who can come here are all talented and outstanding...
Then, in the crowd, those previously reserved, elegant, noble and cold ladies all changed their smiles.
Everyone gathered in front of Mrs. Lin, flocking to her and flattering her in all kinds of ways.
Among these people, Han Ruyi is naturally indispensable.
Mrs. Lin raised her hand, and the surroundings became quiet.
Then, she smiled and announced loudly: "This year's poetry meeting will now officially begin. Now, I ask Mrs. Li to host it for everyone."
After Mrs. Lin finished speaking, she stepped down from the main seat and stepped aside.
A middle-aged lady who was a little fat but had a good temperament stood where Mrs. Lin had stood before and began to announce the rules of the poetry competition to the ladies who came to participate in the poetry meeting...
Here, Mu Zichuan lowered his voice and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This Mrs. Li is the wife of the Master Shangshu. I heard that she was a talented woman like Mrs. Lin when she was about to get married."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
The life and growth style of these aristocratic ladies are just different from those of girls from farmers' families.
However, living in different circles has different pleasures.
The girls of farmers' families run around in the fields, go up the mountains to pick mushrooms and wild flowers in spring, watch their chickens grow up day by day, and pick up the first egg from the chicken coop. These noble ladies cannot understand it either.
Therefore, in a word, all living beings are equal and happiness is equal.
"It's about to begin." Mu Zichuan said again.
Yang Ruoqing pulled her thoughts back and looked over there, just in time to hear Mrs. Li's last few words.
"Today is the fifteenth day of the second month of the lunar calendar. One month has passed since the Lantern Festival, and the Spring Equinox will be in a few days."
"As we all know, spring breeze milk is one of the twenty-four solar terms. In February, it is divided into half, yin and yang are half, day and night are even, and the cold and heat are equal."
"Sacrificing the sun at the vernal equinox and the moon at the autumnal equinox are the grand ceremonies of the country."
"For farmers, the plan for the year begins with spring, which is also an excellent time for spring plowing and sowing."
"So, for today's first essay competition, we will take the theme of praising spring. Now, I will give all the ladies participating in the poem essay group a bowl of tea to prepare. Whoever has figured it out first can raise his hand to show me, Please begin."
All the ladies began to ponder...
Soon, someone started to write poems. Just listen to Mrs. Li say: "Okay, Miss Han from the Taishi Mansion is really fast. Come on, please ask Miss Han to recite her new work for us."
Here, Yang Ruoqing also looked up and saw Han Ruyi getting up.
She first folded her hands on her waist and bowed slightly to the other ladies and gentlemen present.
"Ruyi will show off his humiliation first."
She said modestly, then cleared her throat and began to read out her poem:
“The grass along the river comes in spring, and the flowers bloom in the pavilion on the water.
The peach blossoms cannot relieve drunkenness, and the spring breeze has a bottle of wine.
The setting sun is outside the mountains, and there is no way back to spring! "
When Han Ru finished his thoughts, Mrs. Li's face showed unabashed admiration.
"Miss Han's poem is really good. Mrs. Lin, what do you think?" Mrs. Li turned to ask Lin, who was already seated over there.
Mrs. Lin looked thoughtful, as if she was savoring Han Ruyi's poems.
Hearing this, she cast her gaze on Han Ruyi with admiration in her eyes.
"What a peach blossom, it seems that I can see the prosperous scene in spring, and I already feel a little yearning for it at this moment..."
Mrs. Lin said.
Han Ruyi was very happy when she heard this praise and sat back happily.
Next, the ladies one after another prepared poems and recited them one after another for everyone to listen to.
Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan were also listening.
At first, she pricked up her ears and listened with interest, but after listening to it too much, she became a little bored.
why?
These ladies' poems, recited over and over again, are either pretending to be sad or pretending to be deep.
Flowers, wine, spring comes, joy, spring goes, sadness...
Tiwaii!
Looking at Mu Zichuan again, Yang Ruoqing also saw something impatient on his face.
Obviously, the poems written by these ladies were not very to his liking.
After this round of poetry reading was completed, Mrs. Li and Mrs. Lin began to select each lady's poems.
Finally, Mrs. Lin announced that the first place winner in the first round was: "Miss Han Ruyi Han from Taishi Mansion."
Mrs. Lin was the first to touch her palm, followed by Mrs. Li.
The other ladies present had no choice but to smile and praise him due to their demeanor.
As for the young masters present, their burning eyes fell on Han Ruyi.
Han Ruyi stood up again and accepted the different looks from everyone with a smile. A faint blush appeared on her face.
"Thank you sisters for your support," Han Ruyi said.
Mrs. Lin raised her hand and said: "The poems you wrote are indeed outstanding. I, as a person, have something to say. To be honest, I will not be biased at all because of the family backgrounds of the ladies here today. Then the purity of the Poetry and Prose Society would be lost, and it would be meaningless.”
"Mrs. Lin is absolutely right!" Han Ruyi was the first to respond.
As soon as he said the words, he suddenly realized that he had won the first place. These words were flattering too quickly and the signs of flattery were too obvious.
She blushed and shut up.
Mrs. Lin continued: "Since Song Chun has ended successfully, we will start the next round..."
"Mrs. Lin, please wait a moment."
Han Ruyi spoke again.
Mrs. Lin looked at Han Ruyi in surprise. It felt bad to be interrupted.
Han Ruyi was a little impatient and didn't notice the displeasure flashing across Mrs. Lin's eyes, and then said: "Mrs. Lin, in the round just now, I feel that I, the first place, have a guilty conscience."
"How do you say this?" Mrs. Lin asked.
Han Ruyi then turned her attention to Yang Ruoqing, who was eating pastries again to kill her boredom next to Mu Zichuan.
Yang Ruoqing was taking the unfinished piece of water chestnut cake and continuing to eat it. Suddenly, she found that there seemed to be a lot more on her body.
This is the gaze from all directions.
She couldn't help but raise her head, and found that she, the person sitting furthest away, suddenly became the center of attention.
She glanced at Mu Zichuan, who was also looking surprised next to her, smiled and asked, "What's going on? Why are you all looking at me? Do I look so good when I eat?"
This joke made Mu Zichuan laugh a little.
The other ladies present who heard this couldn't help but frown in disgust.
The eyes that looked at Yang Ruoqing were filled with contempt.
How could a woman who spoke so vulgarly and looked like a starving ghost deserve to sit next to Lord Mu?
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