Chapter 62 and Poems

Wang Danya bowed to the Princess of Liao, lowered her eyebrows and thought for a moment, "The breeze blew on my face and the fragrance of lotus came, and the shadow of the boat swayed in the water. The fish jumped and played among the lotus, and my heart followed the beautiful scenery. Let's wander together."

Princess Liao smiled and praised: "Miss Wang has a quick mind and is worthy of being a girl carefully raised by the Zhongqin family."

Wang Danya bowed slightly and said, " Thank you for the compliment, Princess."

Liu Qiangwei looked ugly, secretly hating Wang Danya for stealing her limelight.

"Second sister, you have been reciting poems these days, why don't you join in with one too." Liu Furong said loudly and deliberately.

She is a legitimate daughter, while Liu Qiangwei is a concubine, but her status is lower than that of Liu Qiangwei, simply because Liu Qiangwei is the daughter of the Duke, she is the Duke's niece, and her father is just a A fifth-grade official.

Liu Furong often thinks that it would be great if her father became the Duke of Guo, so that even if her grandmother passes away, she will still be a girl from the Duke's palace.

Her voice attracted everyone's attention. Even if Liu Qiangwei wanted to tear Liu Furong apart, she could only break her silver teeth and swallow it in her belly.

"Miss Liu wants to sing a song with you, then please do it." Princess Liao said with a smile.

"Then I will show my shame." Liu Qiangwei could only bite the bullet and recite a poem from her memory, "The green willows reflect the clear water, and the light boat sways in the middle of the water. The lotus leaves can't cover the fields. Stay, the lotus blossoms fill the garden with fragrance."

This poem is also good, but it is a bit more ingenious than Wang Danya's poem, and it goes off topic and has nothing to do with the Qing characters.

Princess Liao did not point out this point, and praised: "Miss Liu's poems are also very beautiful. It seems that both of your families are talented people."

Then five more girls came out to compose poems. Princess Liao all rewarded them with gifts, and then Lin Da gave the lotus in his hand to the girl who had composed poems with him.

"Miss Feng's poem is more appropriate." Lin Da chose Feng Yuqi, the daughter of the Hussars General.

Liu Qiangwei was greatly disappointed. Although her poems were not good, she and the third prince were affectionate. Why didn't the third prince give her the flowers?

Then I thought about it, her poems were not good, and if the third prince gave her the flowers, it would be selfish, lose justice, and harm his reputation.

Liu Qiangwei persuaded herself, and smiled as she watched the other gentlemen draw lots and compose poems.

Ling Hao drew the word "fragrance" and pondered for a moment, "The pond is full of green leaves and red makeup, and the graceful beauty is the most depressing. I went to the south building last night and heard that the lotus flowers were making fragrance."< br />
After hearing this, Princess Liao commented: "What a poem! This poem is not only colorful and fragrant, but also emotional. Mr. Ling's talent is extraordinary."

"Princess Xie's compliment was just impromptu and not worth mentioning." Ling Hao said.

"Young master Ling, you don't have to be too modest. Your talent and literary talent are very outstanding. Is there any girl who would like to write poems with you?" Princess Liao asked with a smile.

"My little girl is not talented, but she is willing to give it a try." A delicate voice sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Concubine Rou’s niece Zhou Peiyuan.

Zhou Peiyuan pondered for a moment and said: "The willow bank is covered with light smoke, and the hibiscus emerges from the water to reflect the morning light. Visitors stop to smell the fragrance and get drunk, suspecting that it is the Yaochi descending to the world."

Liao After hearing this, the princess showed admiration in her eyes: "What a poem! Miss Zhou's talent should not be underestimated."

Zhou Peiyuan smiled shyly, "The princess is so complimentary that a little girl cannot bear it."< br />
"Mother, I also want to be with Shi." Princess Jiahe suddenly spoke up.

Princess Liao was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "You have never liked poetry, so don't mess around with poetry."

In the courtship ceremony, the customs are established. , the man writes poems, and the girl who writes poems has affection for him.

Princess Liao stopped Princess Jiahe from talking to Shi because it was obvious that she did not like Ling Hao.

“Do you have to look down on your daughter so much?” Princess Jiahe looked at her with hurt eyes.

Princess Liao was extremely upset when she saw her like this, "Well, since you want to marry Shi, let's give it a try."

Princess Jiahe didn't care at all. The mother was helpless and sang with a smile: "The pearls and greenery on the riverside are laughing, and I miss you in the spring without seeing you. I wish I could get a wise and pearly pen and recite beautiful lines for you to listen to."

This poem is related to Lotus and Lianxiang have nothing to do with each other. It is purely Princess Jiahe expressing her affection to Ling Hao.

Logically speaking, Ling Hao should be happy to be favored by a noble lady, but his face was calm and he didn't even look at Princess Jiahe.

Princess Liao said with a cold face: "Your poem is much worse than Miss Zhou's poem."

Princess Jiahe pouted, "The mother-in-law said Yes, I don’t believe it.” He turned to look at Ling Hao, “Ling Hao, do you think my poem or Miss Zhou’s poem is better?” The word 'fragrant' is not mentioned in Princess Zhou's poem, so it is not as good as Miss Zhou's poem."

Everyone was shocked, this person is too upright!

Princess Jiahe stamped her feet angrily: "Don't you know how to coax me?"

Ling Hao remained silent, and Princess Liao looked at her daughter who was so unreserved. , veins popped out on his forehead, "Jiahe, step back."

Princess Jiahe pouted and twisted her waist, "Mother concubine."

"Step back." Princess Liao said solemnly.

Princess Jiahe groaned and retreated behind Princess Liao, looking at Ling Hao with eyes full of resentment.

Princess Liao asked: "Who else is willing to write poems with Master Ling?"

No girl came out to read poems with Ling Hao, and no one wanted to offend the unruly man. Princess Jiahe, Ling Hao didn't want any girl to be angered by Princess Jiahe because of him, so he threw the flowers into the pond instead of sending them out.

It was the turn of the last young master, Xiangming, the eldest grandson of the Minister of Industry.

The word Xiang Ming drew was the word "jiao". He thought about it and recited a decent poem. Four girls came out to join his poem.

His flowers were given to Gao Caining of the Duke of E's Palace. Gao Caining was Gao Zhi's cousin, and his father was the right minister of the Ministry of War.

The princes in this boat had finished composing poems and were about to return to the opposite side. The princes in the other boat came over.

As usual, they drew lots to compose poems, the girl wrote the poems, and the young master gave flowers. Zhao Wangshu felt sleepy after seeing it, so he turned to cover his face with a fan and yawned.

Zhao He was on the second boat, and the word he drew was "Xin".

The meaning of Xin is a fragrance that spreads far away, which is slightly similar to the word "Xiang".

The only person who wrote poems with him was Jiang Lihong. Everyone in the government knew that the Zhao and Jiang families wanted to get married, and Zhao He was not a particularly outstanding person. He was still white, and no one was interested in the Jiang family. fight.

When the third boat came over, Zhao Wangshu saw an acquaintance again, Sun Li, the son of the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment and the nephew of the second wife of the Changxing Palace.

The word Sun Li drew was "clean". The poem he recited did not have a high artistic conception, but it expressed the purity of the lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained. It can be considered a good poem.

There was only one girl who wrote poems with him. She was the legitimate daughter of Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites, her surname was Liu Ming Wanhua.

Zhao Wangshu looked at Sun Li and Liu Wanhua looking at each other affectionately, and rolled his eyes silently, what a scumbag!

At this time, she didn’t know whether to be grateful that Liu Shuqing didn’t come, or regret that she didn’t come.

She told Liu Shuqing about this, but she was afraid that Liu Shuqing would not believe it.

Zhao Wangshu glanced at Zhao Jiahua and told her to tell Liu Shuqing.

Sun Li’s flowers were also given to Liu Wanhua.