Xiao Yuchan's voice was so low that only Huang Wanqiu heard it.
She stopped the introduction and looked at Xiao Yuchan in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Yuchan broke out in a cold sweat. When she first saw the woman holding the piano under the pavilion, she thought it was Sanniang Yujiao'er.
The figure is so similar that even if there is a veil blocking her face, her face cannot be seen clearly, and her soft and boneless charm cannot be imitated by others.
Moreover, her clothes and accessories are exactly the same as Yu Jiaoer's. She likes Tohma's half-arms and always likes to show her navel. The upper body is very compact and the skirt is wide and airy.
At first glance, it looks like Yu Jiaoer has come to life.
But when she took a closer look, Xiao Yuchan found something wrong again. She had never seen Sanniang holding the piano, and this woman was more gentle. Yu Jiaoer's softness had a strong character, and her eyes were more gentle. Harder, more determined, not as soft and timid as this woman.
Xiao Yuchan looked at it for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said, "It's nothing, nothing..."
Although he said it was nothing, he was still full of curiosity about the woman in front of him. He wanted to see who was more beautiful under the veil compared with Yu Jiaoer?
Without waiting for Huang Wanqiu's introduction, Xiao Yuchan took the initiative and asked: "Sister, who is this girl? How come she is so beautiful?"
Huang Wanqiu introduced with a smile: "This is Miss Hongye, a steward of Tianxiang Tower. Today we are here at our little poetry gathering. The song just now was composed by Miss Hongye."
Xiao Yuchan's eyes widened in shock, and she lowered her voice: "The steward of Tianxiang Tower..."
This is a long experience.
Is the celebrity scene in Yangzhou really so open to all rivers that it can even accept people from the Qing Dynasty?
Huang Wanqiu knew Xiao Yuchan's thoughts and took the initiative to explain: "We never ask about birth. As long as you have real talents and knowledge and like to make friends, we welcome them."
"That's it..." Xiao Yuchan murmured thoughtfully, "It seems mine is no longer good. After all, my talents are not worth mentioning in front of all the sisters."
"It doesn't matter." Huang Wanqiu continued, "Miss Hongye is a newcomer today, and Miss Xiao is also a newcomer. They are both here. No matter what, I will write one or two lines of poetry. Poems and songs are all in the eyes of the beholder. There is no definite right. To put it bluntly, as long as everyone falls in love with her, they will naturally appreciate Miss Xiao’s talent.”
This is an important statement.
Everyone knows that this is the sponsor of the Poetry Society, and naturally his requirements for talent and learning cannot be the same as those of the Qing Guanren.
It probably means that if you let go of writing, good or bad will make you join in.
But, Xiao Yuchan is also a good-faced person.
She still has one or two poems by Lin Wanjie in her heart, and she has no burden of borrowing from others.
Besides, Lin Da is her father. Does it count as plagiarism if her daughter copies her father's works?
This is called moving!
So, Xiao Yuchan took up a pen and paper and wrote a poem.
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance."
This poem was revised by Lin Wanjie for Yu Jiaoer.
At first, Yu Jiaoer said that as long as there were plum blossoms in the corner, it meant she missed him.
So Lin Wanjie changed the last sentence to "Just like Jiaoerlai".
Later, Lin Wanjie often talked about it, and when Xiao Yuchan heard it, she complained that the last sentence was weird.
So Lin Wanjie informed Xiao Yuchan of the original version.
This is just great.
The eldest lady's famous poem was slapped on the faces of all the ladies, shocking them so much that they were speechless.
Can this damn thing not be worth mentioning?
So can what they usually write still be called poetry?
"This...this..." Huang Wanqiu was stunned. She was holding a rice paper with a small poem written on it in her hand, trembling slightly, "Is this really written by Miss Xiao?"
After saying that, I felt that my words were inappropriate and quickly changed my words: "Ms. Xiao, please don't misunderstand. I am not questioning it, I just think that this work is too... too excellent, and I can't comment on it. It's really impressive."
Xiao Yuchan had a premonition about this. Is there anything wrong with Lin Da's writing?
She knew the poem was good, but she didn't know it would be that good.
Some people began to doubt: "Sister Huang, is this Miss Xiao really our sponsor? A wine seller?"
"You didn't say she was so talented!"
"Yes, this poem alone can trample everything we do in daily life under our feet, making us ashamed!"
"What will happen to this poetry meeting? Miss Hongye's playing and singing skills are already wonderful. I didn't expect that Miss Xiao's poems will shock the past and the present! Pass this work to those young gentlemen to see who can do it here. Lift your head in front of Tsukuru!"
When everyone heard this, they all agreed: "Yes, yes, it will open the eyes of those young masters who think highly of themselves. I see, after hearing this poem by Miss Xiao, they will not dare to come to our little poetry party. "
As soon as these words came out, people in the pavilion burst into smiles.
Xiao Yuchan is still a little shy. She doesn't want to show weakness in front of others, but she also doesn't want to cause too much trouble.
"Forget it. I originally wrote this poem in Hangzhou. I was inspired by the plum blossoms in the snow. But today is March, and the peach blossoms I admired are a bit out of place."
When everyone heard this, they thought it made sense.
Several ladies sighed: "Oh, if only this poem came out in winter, it would definitely make those young men fall to their knees."
"No, for this poem, we must hold a new Plum Garden Poetry Festival in winter. None of us should spread this poem, you know?"
The young ladies from Yangzhou actually did this, and everyone couldn't help laughing for a while.
Xiao Yuchan laughed and felt that these ladies were easy to get along with.
At this moment, Lin Wang suddenly appeared outside the pavilion, interrupting everyone's chat: "Ladies, please interrupt."
This was a senior official of the imperial court. The ladies didn't know much about him, but they also knew that they were not someone they could provoke, so they all shut up and listened to the orders of people outside.
"Who was the person who played and sang just now? Come with me."
After saying this, everyone naturally thought that the emperor wanted to see Miss Hongye.
All eyes were focused on Miss Hongye.
The other party was still so quiet, but he stood up and walked out of the booth calmly.
Seeing Miss Hongye following Lin Wang, someone whispered: "Is something going to happen?"
"The other party is the emperor, what can happen?"
The ladies didn't think much and started chatting and joking again.
Outside, Hongye followed Lin Wang slowly with Qin in his arms.
There is still some distance from the Little Poetry Club to the Taoyuan outside.
Lin Wang was walking in front and suddenly spoke with a sigh: "I can't believe that after ten years of seeing you, your piano skills and singing voice have not changed at all. I knew that as long as you take action, any man will be attracted by your skills."
Hongye's eyes changed, becoming sharp and firm, without any emotion.
Just listen to her reply slowly: "This song is well written, not my fault. When we separated ten years ago, did you ever think that one day you would come to me to ask for help?"
