Chapter 159 Dire Poems Spreading at Banquet

"What poem is the third sister talking about? Do you want to say it so that we can all appreciate it? Looking at the ladies around who were still washing their hands in twos and threes, Mo Xuemin was really proud and couldn't help laughing and asked.

"The eldest sister laughed and laughed. How can I write any poems? I just recognize a few words. I really can't combine them to write poems. Looking at the speed of the eldest sister, I know that what the eldest sister said must be good. In the future, the eldest sister must teach my sister when she has time, so that there will be no palace banquet like this, which will lose her face." Mo Xuetong smiled like a flower and deliberately raised her voice slightly to compliment.

She really wrote it casually. Today, Mo Xuemin must be at the top of the list.

In this way, Mo Xuemin was very useful and pretended to be gentle and concerned and said to Mo Xuetong, "I don't blame you for not for not writing. I used to be in Yuncheng. My father was busy with official business and didn't even invite an old lady for you. It's normal that she didn't understand many things. When my father is not so busy these days, the eldest sister proposed to ask her father to find another M Mother, take good care of you."

Any lady from a large family is matched with a mother when she is not very young. She not only teaches her behavior rules, but also teaches all kinds of ways of being a wife, the way of daughter-in-law, learning the art of science, female training, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting... That doesn't have to be from primary school. Let's talk about it when it's so old.

Who is willing to marry a woman who doesn't know anything and is not loved by his father, let alone a daughter-in-law who is of no use to the family.

So when Mo Xuemin finished speaking, the lady who heard Mo Xuemin's words looked at Mo Xuetong's eyes disdainful. Several of them even looked at Mo Xuemin, a talented concubine, who was also favored by her father and may even become a legitimate daughter. In fact, she was also very popular.

Seeing that the eyes of several ladies fell on her, Mo Xuemin smiled more gently and more generously, and the pride on her face just now also disappeared. Only a gentle and modest smile, sitting there and generously, she saw several ladies secretly nodding, thinking that they could send someone to Mofu to explore the wind,

"Thank you, sister." Mo Xuetong didn't care at all. Her smile was pure and childish, which was very good-fing. "No wonder I always hear that the eldest sister is talented and famous, and such a good poem is also written by the eldest sister. It's really amazing! If I can't make such a good poem in ten days and a half months, I just look at it and feel fragrant.

The higher you hold, the harder you fall!

With such a sincere smile and so much effort to praise Mo Xuemin, several thousand families living on the side have long been unhappy.

This palace banquet is mainly three-grade and third-grade officials, and there are also that after this meritorious service, Mo Huawen is not after meritorious service, but he can come from the third-grade official position, and Sima Heyan can come because she is meritorious service, Sima Lingyun is asking for his marquis position these days.

According to reason, the old town marquis has been dead for a long time. Sima Lingyun's son of the town marquis should have been upgraded to the town marquis long ago. However, for various other reasons, the emperor has not mentioned it, and his men dare not say anything. Sima Lingyun's son, the town marquis has been 20 years.

However, tonight, there was news in the palace that Sima Lingyun might become the new marquis of Zhenguo, so today, not only Sima Lingyun came, but also brought out his sister, Sima Heyan, who never appeared in front of him, but Mrs. Zhenhou did not come because she was in good health.

Sima Heyan likes poetry very much. Because Sima Lingyun has not been promoted to the title of Marquis of Zhen, her position is also a little lower. She happened to sit on Mo Xuemin's side and listened to Mo Xuetong's poems. She was also curious. She turned her face and asked with a smile, "Miss Mo wrote it in the end. What a good poem is? Let's all listen to it.

The other ladies sitting together also asked.

Mo Xuemin was proud and was about to say her poem, but when she saw Mo Xuetong's sincere and beautiful little face, Mo Xuetong woke up and closed her mouth tightly. Mo Xuetong was no longer the incompetent Mo Xuetong, nor the third sister who believed in herself wholeheartedly. The previous confrontations , I lost to her, and this time I can't do anything bad again.

"Sanmei said politely. I can't write anything good, so I casually thought about writing a song for myself, and I can't afford the praise of your ladies." Mo Xuemin's heartbeat lags and pretended to be gentle and modest.

"Sister, you're welcome. Such a good poem is rare. You can tell at a glance that you are just learning from Gao Hua." Mo Xuetong didn't intend to let her go through the door so easily. The smile on her lips was even more sincere, and she pulled the corners of her clothes coquettly, with a proud look on her face.

This damn little bitch, I don't know what she is thinking. She must let herself say the poem. Although Mo Xuemin couldn't figure out what she meant by doing this, she had already been alarmed. She also intended to show her edge at the banquet to make everyone value her, so that Mo Huawen had to pay attention to her, but Being squeezed like this, she always felt that there was something wrong. Between not knowing Mo Xuetong's purpose, she was determined to remain unchanged.

In the first few steps, she lost in the hands of Mo Xuetong because she was too anxious.

When she accidentally went to the Marquis of Zhenguo and waited for him in his study, she picked up his poetry collection and saw it at will. Then Yanli's poem was more like a little woman's writing. At that time, she kept an eye and deliberately remembered the poem in her heart. Even if she blamed Ling Yun's feelings for herself, he knew it. He plagiarized his poems and won't say anything.

So Mo Xuemin copied it very peacefully and didn't worry that others would expose her at all. Of course, what she didn't expect was that this poem was not written by Sima Lingyun. To be honest, Sima Lingyun's own collection of poems was only one or two poems written by himself. Others were either by the gunman or picked up. He usually He doesn't read it. Even if this poem is placed in front of him, he may not know that he wrote it.

Mo Xuemin agrees with this poem and wants to take the opportunity to show it here. It is impossible for Sima Lingyun to use such a beautiful poem in public. The children of the family here, who are good at poetry, will certainly be impressed or have a good impression on her when they see her poem with beautiful amorous feelings. .

With this opportunity, she will want to talk about marriage in the future, or have the opportunity to marry into the prince's mansion. If she is not good, she is also a rich family. Although Li Youmo is the eldest son of Shangshu, Li Shangshu is also regarded as a high-ranking high-ranking man, but there are still elders, princes, and four princes in the four princes. As long as there are children in these families who like her, with her intelligence Beauty, a good marriage, doesn't mean that the day is just around the corner.

At that time, she must trample Mo Xuetong, a bitch, and let her crawl at her feet and beg for mercy! I was proud, and my face became more and more gentle and polite.

"There's really no good poetry, it's just a random work. Don't talk about the third sister. Besides, people will think that you deliberately flaunt the eldest sister." Mo Xuemin smiled.

Mo Xuemin really pretended, and Mo Xuetong sneered. Although she covered it well, the pride in her eyes still overflowed.

Anyway, she is not in a hurry. Today, she doesn't want to make trouble, but someone can't wait. There will be a good show waiting for her!

Next, Mo Xuetong didn't say anything, because many poems of the children of the family came down. They looked at them or shook their heads or nodded one by one, and the focus was not on the conversation just now. Only Sima Heyan wanted to talk to Mo Xuemin about poetry several times, but she was teased by her with a smile. Seeing that she was really not interested in talking, she let go. Pay attention to the poems in your hand.

Under the bright light, a group of beauties, sitting or standing, laughing and talking about good and bad, the hearts of the princes on the right island are warmed up. Since it is a beautiful scenery, there are also a few poems that really pay attention to in their hands, and then think of their comments or It's my own poem. Thinking that several beautiful women are talking about themselves, my heart is not only hot, but also about to jump out and be excited.

The eyes on Zuoshima are also a little more eager.

Feng Jueran casually picked up a poem in his hand and gave it directly to You Yuecheng on one side. He patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "You Shizi looked at this poem. It is indeed the work of Xichun, a girl in his boudoir. It is a masterpiece in these articles. Look at it." With that, he handed over the poem.

You Yuecheng was talking in a low voice to a servant. Seeing that Feng Jueran sent him a poem, he quickly reached out to take it and smiled, "Since His Royal Highness King Xuan is also praised, I really want to see what kind of woman wrote such a beautiful poem."

The servant retreated from him. He picked up the poem in his hand, turned it over, and handed the poem to the next one and said, "Mr. Qin, you are the leader of the upper world. How about this lady's poetry?"

He felt that this poem was not good, but since Feng Jueran said it, of course, You Yuecheng would not touch Feng Jueran's moldy head in front of him. He followed the words and secretly looked down on Feng Jueran in his heart. Xuan Wang, who did not learn anything, could not stand up to be the throne, but his daughter moaned without illness, what's good? Not good!

"Does You Shizi feel bad?" Unexpectedly, the man didn't intend to let him go. His face suddenly stood up. His handsome evil eyes were enchanting, and his face was not good-looking. When he stood up, there was also a lot of movement. Some young masters immersed in the beauty and fans were all shocked. He especially saw that the one who stood up was still His Royal Highness King Xuan, and his voice was noisy in an instant. Just stopped.

When I came, the elders of the family especially told me not to provoke this moody Prince Xuanwang. Although he was not doing his job, he was the emperor's favorite prince, and no one could afford to offend him.

Seeing that Feng Jueran was inexplicably angry, You Yuecheng frowned secretly. This man was really moody. Fortunately, he also went through the strong wind and waves. He put down the cup in his hand, stood up and bowed respectfully to Feng Jueran. He looked up and smiled, "It's not that Yuecheng doesn't feel bad. I really don't understand these. Yu Yanli is almost romantic, but it is indeed rare to see, so please ask Mr. Qin to comment on it.

He said gently, with a neither humble nor arrogant smile on his face. In a few words, he explained the matter clearly. He looked comforted and elegantly, which was very pleasing to the prince of the family.