Chapter 170

"What poem is the third sister talking about? Do you want to say it so that we can enjoy 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 joked. I can't write any poetry. I just recognize a few words. I can't really combine them into poetry. Looking at the speed of the eldest sister, I know that the eldest sister must speak well. The eldest sister must teach her sister when she has time in the future, so as to save the face of the eldest sister if there is another Palace Banquet like this." The dark snow pupil smiled like a flower, deliberately raised his voice a little and complimented.

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

In this way, Mo Xuemin is very useful. Pretending to be gentle and concerned, she said to Mo Xuetong, "it's not your fault that the three younger sisters can't write. I've been in Cloud City before. My father was busy with official business and didn't even help you. It's normal to don't understand many things. When my father is not so busy these days, my elder sister will propose to my father to find a mother to raise you well."

The young lady of a rich family, who was not a mother when she was very young, not only taught her the rules of behavior, but also taught her all kinds of ways to be a wife, a daughter-in-law, the art of managing a family, women's training and precepts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting... That's not the same. How can we have time when we are so old from primary school.

Who is willing to marry a woman who knows nothing and is not loved by his father? Of course, he doesn't want a daughter-in-law who is of no use to the family.

So when Mo Xuemin finished, the lady who heard Mo Xuemin's words disdained her eyes when she looked at Mo Xuemin's pupil. Several even looked carefully at Mo Xuemin. She was a talented common woman who was favored by her father and might even become a legitimate daughter. In fact, she was also very popular.

Seeing the eyes of several ladies falling on themselves, Mo Xuemin smiled more gently and magnanimously, and the pride on his face disappeared. Only a gentle and modest smile, he sat there and looked at several ladies nodding secretly. He thought or he could send someone to Mo mansion to explore the style of mouth, "thank you, elder sister." Mo Xuetong doesn't care at all. His smile is pure and childish, which makes people feel good. "No wonder I always hear that my eldest sister is famous, and such good poetry is also written by my eldest sister. It's amazing! If I can't make such good poetry in ten days and a half months, I feel fragrant after looking at it."

The higher you hold, the harder you fall!

With such a sincere smile and spare no effort to praise Mo Xuemin, several aristocratic families living nearby have long been unwilling.

This Palace Banquet is mainly for the officials of Sanpin and Sanpin. What's more, after this meritorious service, Mohua Wen is not after the meritorious service, but from the official position of Sanpin, so she can come. Sima Heyan can come because she is after the meritorious service. Sima Lingyun is asking for his Marquis position these days.

It is reasonable to say that the old Zhenguo Hou has been dead for a long time. Sima Lingyun's Zhenguo Hou Shizi should have been upgraded to Zhenguo Hou. However, for various other reasons, the emperor never mentioned it and his subordinates dare not say anything. Sima Lingyun's Zhenguo Hou Shizi has been for 20 years.

However, tonight, there was news in the imperial palace that Sima Lingyun might become the new Duke of Zhenguo. Therefore, today, Sima Lingyun not only came, but also brought out Sima Heyan, his sister who always didn't show up in front of others. The madam of Zhenguo Hou didn't come because of her poor health.

Sima Heyan likes poetry very much, because Sima Lingyun hasn't been promoted to the Duke of Zhenguo, so his position is a little backward. He happens to sit on the side of Mo Xuemin, and is curious to hear Mo Xuetong's praise about Mo Xuemin's poetry. He turns his face and asks with a smile, "what's the good poem written by Miss Mo, let's listen to it."

The other ladies and ladies sitting together also asked.

Mo Xuemin was proud and was about to say his poem, but when he saw the sincere and beautiful little face of Mo Xuetong, he suddenly woke up and closed his mouth tightly. Mo Xuetong was not the incompetent Mo Xuetong at the beginning, nor the three younger sisters who believed in him wholeheartedly. He lost in her hands in the previous confrontation, No more bad things this time.

"The third younger sister said politely. I can't write anything good. I just want to write one. I can't afford the praise of ladies and ladies." As soon as Mo Xuemin's heartbeat lagged behind, he pretended to be gentle and modest again.

"Elder sister, you're welcome. Such good poems and prose are rare. You can see at a glance that you have learned Gaohua." Mo Xuetong didn't intend to let her through the door so easily. The smile on his lips was more sincere. He also pulled her clothes, and angrily said with pride on his face.

This damned little bitch doesn't know what she's up to, but she has to let herself speak out her poems. Although Mo Xuemin doesn't understand what she means by doing so, she has long been alarmed. Her original intention is to show her edge at the banquet, so that everyone values her and mohuawen has to pay attention to her, but she always feels that there's something wrong with being run by Mo Xuetong, Not knowing the destination of Mo Xuetong, she will never change.

A few steps ago, the reason why she lost in the hands of Mo Xuetong was that she was too anxious.

She picked up his poetry collection at random when she was waiting for him in Sima Lingyun's study when she secretly went to the Duke's house in the town by chance. Then Yan Li's poetry was more like that written by a little woman. At that time, she kept her poetry in mind and blamed Lingyun for his feelings. Even if he knew that he had copied his poetry, he wouldn't say anything.

So Mo Xuemin copied it at ease. She didn't worry that others would expose her. Of course, what she didn't expect was that this poem was not made by Sima Lingyun. In fact, Sima Lingyun wrote one or two of his own poetry collections. For others, he either found a gunman or picked it from, but he didn't read it at ordinary times. Even if this poem was put in front of him, He doesn't necessarily know that he wrote the poem.

Mo Xuemin agrees with this poem very much and wants to take the opportunity to show it here. Sima Lingyun can't use such a beautiful and gorgeous poem in public. The children of the aristocratic family here, who are good at poetry, will be deeply impressed or deeply interested in her when they see her poem with beautiful and charming boudoir style.

With this opportunity, she will want to marry again later, or she will have the opportunity to marry into the prince's house. It is also a noble family in gaomen. Although Li Youmo is the direct son of Shangshu, and Li Shangshu is also regarded as a high-ranking and powerful person, there are still the cabinet, the prince and the four governments above. As long as there are children in these families who care about themselves and marry a good one with her intelligence and beauty, it is not just around the corner.

At that time, she must step on the bitch moxuetong and let her crawl at her feet and beg for mercy! The heart is proud, and the face is more and more gentle, apologetic and polite.

"There's really no good poem. It's just a random work. Don't talk about it. Besides, people should think you deliberately flaunt your eldest sister." Mo Xuemin smiled.

As expected, Mo Xuemin was able to pretend. Mo Xuetong sneered. Although she covered up well, the color of satisfaction in the bottom of her eyes still overflowed.

Anyway, she is not in a hurry. She doesn't want to cause trouble today, but someone can't wait. There will be a good play waiting for her later!

Next, Mo Xuetong didn't say anything, because the poems of the children of many aristocratic families were handed down. They shook their heads or nodded one by one, and the focus was not on the conversation just now. Only Sima Heyan wanted to talk about the poems with Mo Xuemin several times. She was teased with a smile. Seeing that she was really not interested in talking, she let go and paid attention to the poems in hand.

In the light of Yingying, a group of beauties are sitting or standing, talking and laughing about good and bad. The aristocratic family CHILDES on the right island are warmed up, with cloud temples and fragrant rings. In this way, it has been a beautiful scenery. There are some who really pay attention to the poetry notes in their hands, and then think of their own poetry, When I think that several beautiful women are tasting themselves, my heart is not only hot, but also excited.

The eyes cast on Zuo Dao were also more eager.

Feng Jue ran casually picked up a poem note in her hand and gave it to you Yuecheng on one side without looking at it. He patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said with a smile: "you Shizi, look at this poem. It's really the work of a girl cherishing spring. It can be regarded as a good work in these articles. Look." Then he handed over the poem.

You Yuecheng was whispering to a waiter. When he saw that Feng Jue ran sent him a poem note, he quickly reached out and took it, smiled and said, "since his highness xuanwang also praised it, I really want to see what kind of woman wrote such beautiful poems."

The internal attendant retreated from him. He picked up the poems in his hand, turned them over, and handed them to the next one and said, "young master Qin, you are the second in the upper world. What do you think of this young lady's poems?"

He thought the poem was not good, but since Feng Jue ran said it was ok, you Yuecheng certainly wouldn't touch the mildew of Feng Jue ran face to face. As he went on, he secretly looked down on Feng Jue ran. The ignorant King Xuan really couldn't live up to the general saying. It's just that his daughter groaned without illness. What's wrong!

"You Shizi feels bad?" Unexpectedly, the one who didn't intend to let him go suddenly stood up with a whole face. His beautiful evil eyes were enchanting and his face was very ugly. He stood up with great movement. Some CHILDES and young masters immersed in the beauty fragrance powder Fen were all shocked. In particular, he saw that the one who stood up was still his highness King Xuan, and the noisy voice stopped in an instant.

When he came, the elders of the family told him not to provoke the moody Royal Highness Xuan. Although he didn't do his job, he was the emperor's favorite prince, and no one could afford to offend him.

Seeing that Feng Jue ran was inexplicably angry, you Yuecheng frowned secretly. This is really moody. Fortunately, he also went through the storm. He put down his cup and stood up to salute Feng Jue ran respectfully, He looked up and said with a smile: "it's not that Yuecheng feels bad. He really doesn't understand these. The words are too gorgeous and almost like romance, but it's really rare to see, so please comment on it."

He spoke politely, with a modest smile on his face. In a few words, he explained the matter clearly. He looked like a noble family childe, who was comforted and elegant. He was very popular.