Chapter 233: Poetry society

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After listening to Su Qing’s words, Luo Qing’s thoughts were somewhat emotional. She realized that Su Qing was like her, and she was not able to surrender herself for power. If she doesn't love, how can she be willing to stay with Nalan night? I am afraid that I have been forced to retire by various means, even if I am a pro, I am afraid that she will try to escape, or even destroy, not as it is today, she even thinks about the future of Nalan’s life.
Su Yi, who has a silently admired girl's heart for Nangong Qing, is so simple and beautiful, she does not want to mix complicated and complicated utilitarianism, and even does not want to pretend, but she does not want to force Nangong Qing.
Such a good girl, if the Nangong is smashed, it will definitely be his best, and do his best, better than the woman who has the heart of the future.
At this moment, Luo Qingying suddenly had a strong feeling, she must match Su Yi and Nan Gong Qing.
Thinking of this, she held Su Yi’s hand and said:
Su Yi, I only tell you one thing. If you like it, then you have to fight for it. The means can be used, as long as you don’t violate your own conscience. If you really like Prince Just do a good job and let him see your talents and looks, all of which are matched with him."
"And I promise you, at least today, Nangong Qing will definitely notice you."
Nangong Qinghui will come to the Chrysanthemum Garden and participate in the poetry held by Lin Daru in advance, but it is because Luo Qingyi told him that Su Yi will be invited to step out today, so he will appear.
He was to take a look at Luo Qingyi's choice of the candidate on the list. He wanted to seriously forget the idea of ​​building a family and building a great feat, so he came.
If there is no invitation from Luo Qingying, Nan Gongqing will not come. If he does not want to take a serious look at Su Yi’s thoughts, he will not go to any poetry. It was just misunderstood by Yu Chih-Ching and others, thinking that the name of the Prince of Mercy, Mu Lin, was so famous that there were countless young men and women who wanted to show up in front of the Prince, but it was a coincidence.
Su Yi is not clear, but Luo Qing is clear, she is more aware that as long as she is a woman who is fancy, she can get the favor of Queen Empress, because the Queen trusts her.
This is something that no one else knows.

Is it really going to the poetry meeting?
Hearing Luo Qing’s proposal, although Su Yi’s intentions were somewhat moved, it’s more:
I just refused to pity the sisters, if we go again, isn’t it...

Knowing her thoughts, Luo Qingyi did not care: "I am afraid of what, we stand far away, is it true that the poetry will not allow us to have two on-site? There is Lin Daru, even if the princess is not arrogant."
It is also considered that she is tired of Su Yi, if it is not because of her, Nangong Yuer and Yu Chi Pian Qing naturally will not target Su Yi. Therefore, since Su Yi is good to her, she will not let Su Yi suffer.
If she can show something in the poetry and let Nangong move her heart, that is the best result.
After that, Luo Qingyi persuaded two sentences, and finally led Su Yi to courage and promised to go to the poetry meeting with her.
"I don't think you will see Su Yi. I will show you a little more." Luo Qingyi joked.
"You are laughing, I just know a few words, write two oil words, really want to say good, that is not to dare." Su Yi is very modest, but Luo Qingyi knows from the investigation, Su Yi’s family opened her door from an early age, and asked her to teach at home. Su Yi not only made two oil poems, but also did quite well. Even the words were quite good.
Calculating the time, Luo Qingyi thought that Nangong Qing should have arrived, but the venue was different. They should know when they saw it in the past.
For Lin Daru’s poetry meeting held in Juyuan, she did not know much about it. After reading the information of Yuan Xing’s investigation, it was just a little over. She used to learn to play the piano with her ghost doctor, but this poem is not a bit, except for a simple catchy pair, such as 'clouds against rain, snow against the wind, evening photos against the clear sky'. Others are completely uninterested.
No problem, wait for the performance of Su Yi, Luo Qingying does not have a burden in the snack.
Along the Bluestone Trail, the two walked in the direction of the poetry and asked the next two people in the garden to know the location. Soon after, the two had already seen the lively scene on the open space in front.
Sure enough, there are many people, not only the unmarried girls who are beautiful, but also the young men who are full of literary literary talents, scholars, students, princes and nobles, sons and daughters, all dressed up in long gowns, elegant and elegant, look like a soft smile The style is graceful, and with the surrounding environment, a book of flavors is born.
It is worthy of the reputation of Lin Daru, the princes of Hou’s sons who usually have high self-esteem, and the arrogance of the hand-held folding fan is gentle and elegant, and some are just soft laughter. Luo Qingyi once saw Lin Daru once. Last year at the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet, Lin Xianzhu was also invited by the Queen of the Queen to listen to the girls playing the piano. At that time, Luo Qingyi did not play the piano, but it was still eye-catching afterwards.
The two are not close, but look far away.
There are a lot of land seats on the open space, just like the stalls of a single seller. The above is not a cargo, but a stack of white paper, pen and ink and so on. There are also written poems hanging on it. As the breeze sway gently, everyone who is coming and going has a taste, and some of them shook their heads and read a few words, a look of considerable experience, and then praised a few times.
There are a lot of seats like this. There are no more than twenty or thirty seats in the audience. The young men and women are in the middle of it, and they are sometimes obscured by the body. Sometimes there is a clear voice, and then everyone is applauding and cheering, a lively and extraordinary look.
After some searching, Luo Qingyi found Lin Daru.
The other party has been over forty years old, but it is still very well maintained. It looks white and smiles. No matter who holds the poems and texts, she always looks like a tireless person, and listens to everyone's heart. Next to Lin Xianzhu is Nangong Qing, and there are several elders of similar age, male and female, apparently other judges of this poetry.
At this time, Su Yi, who was next to him, pulled Lalo Green, and whispered: "This poetry seems to be different from last year."
"What's wrong?" Luo Qingying looked at her.
"I remember that Lin Daru was asked last year, and then the following participants wrote their own poems according to the title at the specified time. But this year..." Su Yiyang took a note next to him and gently picked it up and handed it down. In front of Luo Qingying: "Look at this."
After picking it up, Luo Qingying saw that the big flower tag on the palm of his hand was written with the words 'colourful', and the rest was gone, but in fact, she had already done a good investigation and knew the rules of the poetry. Then he smiled and said: "I seem to have heard people say it. It is indeed a change of rules."
Su Yi whispered: "I don't know, I am not prepared, what should I do?"
Since I have already promised that Luo Qingying should perform well, but when it comes to the end, she finds that she is not a familiar rule. She is not confident.
"What's the matter, as long as Su Yi has a real talent, is he still afraid to change the rules?"
Luo Qingyi comforted her two sentences and told her the rules she knew: "In fact, it is very simple. I just heard people say that everyone can walk around. Any word written on this flower sign is actually a problem. As long as you feel that you can make a verse about the corresponding topic, you can give it to Lin Daru after you write it. These hanged verses are just written. You see, the topic in your hand is 'colourful', in fact Not very difficult."
So, Su Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just changed the details, it is basically the same, she laughed: "Also, I think about it, I should be able to think a little."
As I spoke, there was a loud noise coming from the front, a few girls happy and surprised, mixed with the praises of the teenagers, and immediately attracted the attention of the rest.
"What, this is a good poem that Lin Daru has just commented on?"
"Who did it? Ah, even the Royal Highness saw it, did you say it?"
"I still use it, naturally it is done by Yiyang County. The county owner is the first talented woman in Beijing. This poem really has her usual style, but it is better, it is not bad."
"It is actually the poem of Yiyang County. I will read it out soon."
Immediately, some people read it loudly, and the sound spread far and wide. Luo Qingyi and Su Yi also heard clearly: "The autumn of the garden is fragrant, and the purple and red blushes make red makeup, and the hand comes to a green leaf. More fragrant."
Just finished reading, everyone said that they praised it: "The 姹 嫣 惹 惹 惹 ...... ...... ...... ...... 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯 嗯
"I heard that this poem was made by the county owner during a tea time. Lin Daru also praised it."
"Not only Lin Daru, but other gentlemen also said that I saw the Prince of the Prince also smiled at the county owner. I saw that the Prince knew the talent of the county owner and his heart moved."
"The ancients made seven steps into poems. Today, the county magistrates are almost the same. It is the first talented woman in Beijing!"
The screams of the seven voices sounded, and the people around them rushed toward the front, and there was a blank around the eyes. Luo Qingyi looked at Su Yi and shrugged his shoulders: "They are running really fast, as for?"
Su Yi whispered a few times to read this poem a few times. She looked at Luo Qingying and had some frowns: "Qing, what do you say about the poems of Pity Qing? I feel much better than me."
Slightly a little surprised, although Luo Qingying did not write poetry, but the past life read so much, how to remember some. Although this poem of chrysanthemum is not a poem, can you not say it? Will Su Yi’s heart retreat?
"What's wrong, you still worry about this poem?" Luo Qingyi looked at her.
"If there is plenty of time, I naturally have no problem." Su Yi said: "You just heard it. They said that the sister of Pity Qing did not make a tea time. The time is too short. I think... I am afraid I can't do it as well as her."
Luo Qingyi did not believe, encouraged her to say: "Not afraid, you are not compared with others, as long as you have the feeling and send it. There are so many flower cards, all kinds of problems, you just choose your own, or have a feeling On the line, there is no stipulation that you must marry the chrysanthemum."
After listening to these words, Su Yi also felt that she had some confidence.
At this moment, a young girl came over to them and glanced at Luo Qingying, but it was open to Su Yi: "If the lord of the county, the Princess of the Princess invites you to go. The princess also confessed, is to ask you a People, not asking others to be irrelevant."