Chapter 177

Ling Qingyu put down the curtain and picked up a snack. The ancient Douwen is either poetry or calligraphy and painting. These are her shortcomings, don't look at them.

Yan San smiled and asked, "Han Liang said that the kitchen cooked porridge. Do you want some?"

"Good." Ling Qingyu nodded, then got up and said, "I'll go out for a stroll."

Yan San wrapped her in a cloak, then put on a rabbit mask, and he also put on a lone wolf mask. The two walked out of the warm Pavilion. Yan San asked Ying shisan to get the porridge. Su Mu guarded the warm Pavilion, and then followed Ling Qingyu to the greenhouse.

There are five greenhouses, and the decorations placed in the front three rooms can be closed. At this time, those childe brothers are fighting in front, but there are many young ladies walking around with servant girls.

A young lady pounced on a hairpin only once and said happily, "I'll ask my brother to come and play with them."

These are probably the family members of some middle and lower level officials. Han Liang had arranged someone to lead them to play early in the morning. At this time, seeing so many beautiful jewelry, it was very lively to chirp. If you can close it, you have to take some copper money to bet.

Ling Qingyu stood in the corner and looked, then walked to the greenhouse with three sets of top jewelry.

This greenhouse is at the back. I thought there was no one inside, but I saw a group of girls and women standing outside. There are already two young ladies with several servant girls looking at the three sets of jewelry.

"Sister Cheng, look at this." The girl with a pig mask said that she was short and wore a bun.

She pointed to the set of imperial green jade jewelry. Miss Cheng, wearing a butterfly mask, nodded and said, "well, this set is the best." Her voice is clear and a little low, which is very beautiful.

"How much is this set?" The little pig asked the maid next to her.

"These three sets will be put out for auction later, and the one with the highest price will get them." The maid bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Sister Cheng, let's go to eldest brother and ask him to pay." Miss piggy pulled miss Lacheng and said.

"Oh, is the censor so rich now?" A beautiful young lady in a bright red robe walked slowly into the greenhouse with her servant girl and said faintly.

"Who can compete with excessive support? My father didn't get the salary for two months, but your Wang family is naturally not short of money." Miss pig snorted and said.

"You!" Miss Mei angrily said.

"Sister Cheng, let's go. The taste here is too bad." Without waiting for her, Miss Piggy dragged Miss Cheng out.

"Hum, let's go and find brother." Miss Mei also snorted and turned to go out.

Ling Qingyu stood in the corner and watched them go. After thinking for a moment, she also went to the Wentai side.

At this time, the protagonist had changed in front of the stage. After Zhao Mingliang wrote a word, the cry was as loud as heaven.

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Zhao!" "Master Zhao, this word should be the first today!"

"I think the poetry of master fan is better."

"Prince Wang's painting is good."

Cheng Jia stood idly aside and saw her sister standing in front of the warm pavilion with Mei Yushi's girl. Then she glanced at the figure of a woman with a rabbit mask half hidden behind the plum tree.

With a slight smile, Cheng Jia walked to the Wentai and spread a layer of rice paper.

The voice nearby suddenly quieted down. Cheng Jia was the first of the four CHILDES, but he never participated in these literary fights. He just came to say hello to people. At this time, he actually meant to write. For a moment, there was no sound, only the brush sound of Cheng Jia lifting his pen.

The distant mountains are like Dai, and the crowns of several big trees are like clouds. An old man holding an old yellow cow is walking along the newly harvested ridge to the yard full of wild chrysanthemums.

What a picture of Tian GUI.

In the space left on the right, Cheng Jia changed his pen and waved his big hand, like dragons and snakes flying, leaving two lines of resolute and elegant cursive.

Cheng Jia put down her pen, flicked the nonexistent ink on her hand, then stepped back two steps, put down her rolled up sleeve, and smiled calmly.

"Good painting! Good handwriting! Good..." I didn't see what poem I was writing.

"Brother Cheng should be the first person to do it today." After a moment of silence, Zhao Mingliang said.

"Yes, brother Cheng won the lottery today." As soon as Zhao Mingliang said, the sound of harmony began.

There were also the cries and comments of the young ladies in the warm Pavilion around. Many servant girls had been sent by their young ladies to see why Lang Cheng painted.

"Let's go over there." A childe shouted, pointing to the projection platform. It can't be compared with Wen. You won't be the first one.

"Than what? Don't wait for me?" With a loud voice, Zhao Yinfeng came over with Yang Zhao.

auzw. Yang Zhao smiled bitterly in his heart. He wanted to sneak in, but he ran into the goods at the gate. As soon as he lost the mask, he dragged him in. Www. 68mn.

"This can't be done. If you want to participate, we won't compete." The childe didn't know Yang Zhao, but they all knew Zhao Yinfeng. Someone coaxed and shouted.

"Than this?" After looking at the throwing pot and the arrow target, Zhao Yinfeng said with a smile, "this little man doesn't compete with you. I'll watch."

The crowd rushed to the other side, and many noble women also walked out of the warm Pavilion and followed behind to see. The ink treasures of the literary duel can be seen after the event, but this depends on the scene. Now there are three of the four CHILDES, and Cheng Jia, who is rarely seen in Pingping, has appeared, while those young and promising single family CHILDES in Bianjing are also basically gathered here. If you don't make good use of such a good opportunity, you should not only look at them, but also find an opportunity to show yourself. As soon as the noble women went, the families of many low-level officials were also a little anxious, and some of them were bold, and they had followed.

After waiting for others to leave, Yang Zhao paced behind the plum tree and asked, "why did you come out? Isn't it cold?"

"It's all right. I'll watch the excitement." Ling Qingyu said with a smile that the war between women is wonderful. Miss Wang must take revenge. She's waiting to see.

There was a lot of excitement on the other side of the projection platform, and the laughter was continuous, mixed with the screams and cheers of the ladies. Ling Qingyu thought that he was wearing this rabbit mask. Zhao Yinfeng should not recognize himself, so he couldn't help but say, "let's go and have a look, too."

A childe shot the arrow away, which attracted the laughter of Mei Lin. he retreated with a red face, and handed the bow to Zhao Mingliang.

"Master Zhao!" A cry made everyone turn their eyes and saw a very beautiful woman in red with a red face and another woman in Lavender Royal dress standing aside. Isn't this the second miss of the Wang family who was engaged to Zhao Mingliang? Suddenly, all kinds of eyes swept over Zhao Mingliang and the woman in red.

When Zhao Mingliang didn't see it, he stretched his bow and took an arrow, stabilized his mind, shot an arrow, and steadily hit the inner circle of the target.

"Good!" The applause sounded, which was the best result. Although Zhao Mingliang was born in a military family, he was famous for his literary talent. Over time, people also regarded him as a scholar, ignoring his origin.

"Brother Yang, you can go too. You must win." A young lady suddenly walked up to Yang Zhao, raised her head, took off her mask, and revealed a beautiful face, saying affectionately.

Come again! Yang Zhao, how many rivals do you want me to have! Ling Qingyu stared at Yang Zhao, his eyes like a knife.

Yang Zhao's face sank and said, "girl, respect yourself."

Zhang Lian's face stagnated, and Zhao Yinfeng already said with a smile, "this girl, this is not good. General Yang is a famous God shot. Participating in this game is a clear bully."

General Yang, Yang Zhao!

"Zhao Sanlang, don't block others." "Yes, let's see the arrow skill of Shura war god." "General Yang is afraid to make a fool of himself."

"Brother Yang, just show them!" Zhang Lian said with a look of righteous indignation. She originally came here today with her first sister and first sister's cousin, and has always been ostracized. Although there are many young talents here, she also knows that it has nothing to do with her. It's a joy to see Yang Zhao, and she thinks that there will always be some friendship all the way back. If she can encourage Yang Zhao to show her hand, she will also be able to regain some face in front of these first daughters who despise her.

"Girl, I have never known you before. Please respect yourself!" The last three words were almost gnashing their teeth. Yang Zhao stepped back two steps and said.

Zhang Lian really couldn't stand it now. Her face immediately turned red. Seeing Yang Zhao's face gloomy, she knew that if she kept pestering, she was afraid of losing face at home. She covered her face and ran away.

"That's all general Yang can do?" Someone sneered.

Ling Qingyu leaned around Yan San and said two words. Yan San nodded and quietly left.

Zhao Yinfeng heard some people's words and began to be wrong. He didn't feel a little annoyed. Those people were all Cao Wang's two factions. Yang Zhaoning was willing to resist the order and refused the marriage of their two families. The people of these two families must have a grudge against him. He was harming him by pointing Yang Zhao out.

"If General Yang wins, I'm afraid you'll say it's invincible?" Cheng Jia said faintly.

Cheng Jia made a noise, and the crowd was quiet for a while. Fan Zheng laughed and said, "come on, come and see my master fan's magic skills!"

Fan Zheng's archery skills were not bad. He also entered the inner circle and said with a smile, "I think today's colorful head is good, so it's mine."

Ling Qingyu glanced at the hairpin and sighed in his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn't ask Yang Zhao to come forward at this time.

"Brother, I want that hairpin." Miss Cheng in Meilin said crisply.

"If so, I'm sorry." Cheng Jia patted Fan Zheng on the shoulder, rolled up his sleeve and took the bow and arrow.

"You can't be so ungrateful!" Fan Zheng shouted.

"It's natural for my brother to win lottery for my sister!" Cheng Jia laughed, and an arrow hit the center of the red heart.

"Good!" "Good!" "Good!" There was a roar of applause.

Cheng Jia's long sleeves are elegant, and her style is unparalleled. Now she is so proficient in piano and painting books that she has captured countless hearts again, even those reserved noble women don't feel good.

"Everyone!" Han Liang stepped out from the side and said with a smile, "it's rare that everyone is so interested. Today we'll add another game."

A maid in white walked around in front of the crowd with a box in her hand. In the box was the set of imperial green jade jewelry.

The exclamation sounded again.

"Look, everyone," Han Liang pointed to the center of the lake in the distance, where a small boat had stopped. A small arrow target was erected on the boat, and said, "if anyone can shoot a red heart with ten arrows, this set of Lingjia Town store treasures belongs to him."

The whole Meilin was quiet for a while, and the jewelry was worth more than ten thousand gold. The people who looked at it were jealous and heartbeats. However, the distance from here to the target in the lake was not far, but there were so many plum trees across it. To pass through these plum trees to reach the target, it could only be said that the archery skills were amazing.