In the Herb Garden, flowers are in full bloom, and the women who shuttle through the flowers are more charming than flowers.
Jinyi Huafu, with jewels and jade, shines like beautiful flowers in leisure, like weak willows when moving, beautiful and moving, and is the noble daughter of Dongling.
They are charming, elegant and talented, but they are all printed in the same mold from a distance without looking at their faces.
In the Herbal Garden, ladies and performers occupy one side, and sons and teenagers occupy one side. Although there is no screen in the middle, no one will wander around and make eye contact occasionally. Although not secretive, but also dare not blatant.
Even if men and women sit at the same table, there is no gaffe. The home of Dongling is very comparable.
Although the poetry meeting hasn't started yet, people have arrived, except for your son and Xiuhe.
Mrs. Xie, the owner of the poetry club, is lined with a sapphire brocade skirt with ten layers of gauze. She wears a set of jewelry of the same color and jewelry, which is very expensive.
At this time, she was surrounded by all kinds of wives and shows, and the whole star was holding the moon. Seeing Mrs. Xie's appearance, she seemed very happy.
The relationship between the Zheng family and the Xie family in Xingyang has always been good. Mrs. Zheng's appearance is pleasing to the eye. Standing beside Mrs. Xie, she said with a smile, "Today's poetry meeting is really lively, or Mrs. Xie has a big face, and the eldest son has never appeared at the poetry meeting." This is the first time. "
It was flattering, but she said it calmly, which added a few minutes to the smile on Mrs. Xie's face.
Wang Jinling is the so-called eldest son, and Wang Jinling is the only one in Dongling who is qualified to be called the eldest son.
Big childe, this shows that Wang Jinling is not only the big childe of the Wangs, but also the big childe of the whole family of Dongling. This honor is not something that ordinary people can have.
"Yes, I heard that the invitation to the eldest son was like snowflakes after his eye disease, but the eldest son didn't answer any of them. He only came to attend Mrs. Xie's poetry meeting. " Others followed suit, but they didn't point out that the poetry meeting itself was organized for Wang Jinling.
"Good poem, good poem, Master Xie is worthy of the title of Peach Blossom Son, and your poem of chanting peaches is really wonderful." There is a sound at the entrance.
"Is Xie Jiazi and show. It' s really a dragon and a phoenix. " The ladies around me smiled and praised, and the show floor stretched their necks one by one.
Gu Jie's eldest son and second son are married, but these three sons are not married. It would be great if you could marry Gu Jie.
Of course, there is another reason, that is, Xie San has come, and the big childe should also come.
Feng Qingchen is right. Of course, the protagonist was the last to arrive, but she seems destined to steal Wang Jinling's thunder today.
"Just a few words." Mrs. Xie said modestly, but with a smile on her face, she said thoughtfully to the girls around her, "Go and play, and don't accompany us old women."
SIRS have been moved, after a slight delay, they walked to the door one by one.
At this time, the carriage of the Wangs arrived, and the aristocratic men headed by Xie San came out to meet them.
In this world, only Wang Jinling has this honor. After all, the big childe is not fake.
When performing in the garden, you pushed me, but you didn't dare. If Jiuhuang sees the eyes of these women, he will understand that the eyes of the wind and dust are really subtle.
The Wangs are all here, and Wang Jinling is the only one in the carriage. Xie San stepped forward on behalf of everyone and asked Wang Jinling to get off.
Wang Jinling was neither arrogant nor impetuous, elegant and calm, and leaned out of the carriage, but it attracted everyone's shouts.
"Yu Lang, Yu Lang ..."
This shows how famous Wang Jinling is, even though he never appeared at the poetry meeting.
Yu Lang, a name that reminds Wang Jinling of the phoenix and dust, once called him Jiayu Wang Lang with a smile.
Feng Light Dust is not the first person to say that he is Yu Lang, nor will he be the last, but it is his most unforgettable thing.
Wang Jinling smiled, his eyes were like stars, his black eyes were full of intoxicating tenderness, and his crescent robe made him more handsome. Standing in the sun, he tried to make himself have a layer of golden light.
The appearance of fallen immortals is real.
One second ago, the outstanding aristocratic men stood beside him in an instant, and it was nothing wrong to say that he was a month.
The people around him, no matter how brilliant, have become the stars holding the moon at the moment. At this point, he is being crowded into the Herbal Garden. ...
"Stone is like jade, and the column is like jade. Lang Yan is unique and unique. "
When Wang Jinling came in, a bold performance read aloud the sentence in Bai Shilang Qu to praise Wang Jinling.
"Thanks, Wen Xiu." Wang Jinchao smiled at the woman.
"Ah, Yu Lang, look at me."
The woman exclaimed loudly, her cheeks flushed and she fainted. People around her quickly hugged her and smiled.
It's not just women who pour people into the city with a smile, and then pour people into the country with a smile.
Just as Wang Jinling stepped on the threshold of the Herbal Garden, someone shouted: "Poetry, big childe can't violate the rules of the Herbal Garden."
In the Vanilla Garden Poetry Club, everyone who comes in must write a poem about flowers.
There are hundreds of kinds of flowers here, and all the rare flowers in the world gather in this herb garden. Of course, the poems of the Herbal Garden will focus on flowers.
Wang Jinling knows the rules, and he won't escape at the moment. He sent a pen and paper to others and wrote: "Plum blossoms are often like pens, and pine and bamboo are more realistic." Baihua and Qianhuadu are friends. I saw these three people when I was cold. "
Wang Jinling's calligraphy is elegant and generous. You can tell at a glance that you have been practicing for many years. I used to think that Wang Jinling's eyes were invisible, but his handwriting was so good that everyone admired him again and again.
"Good, good poetry, good words, one-year-old cold good three friends, brilliant good son."
Wang Jinling smiled and said nothing, a little flattered. After a few more compliments, they walked around him into the garden.
"The time for entering the park has passed, so it's time to close the park." In the crowd, someone shouted, with a kind laugh in his eyes.
"The eldest son has arrived, close the gate, close the gate." Everyone echoed.
This Herb Garden is actually a mountain with closed doors, but it is a world of its own.
But at this moment, there was a voice of opposition: "No, one hasn't arrived yet."
"There is a person didn't arrive? Sima Yan, who hasn't arrived yet? " Gu Jie seven show, as a half master, asked.
Not good ... Wang Qi and Xie San's eyes met in mid-air, and both of them said three words with lip sound: Phoenix is light dust!
I was too busy just now, but I forgot to find Feng.
Wang Jinling's eyes flashed, but the smile on her face remained.
"The wind is light and dusty, and the wind is light and dusty. I remember Mrs. Xie invited her." Sima Yan's beautiful face can't be suppressed.
If Feng saw her coachman, she would remember that it was the owner of the carriage who stopped her but heard her name after riding away.
The scene was silent, the lively scene suddenly became cold and cheerless, and the smile on Mrs. Xie's face became stiff. She hated Feng's arrogance and ignorance.
Feng light dust didn't come, so vigorously, not to hit her in the face.
Fortunately, Mrs. Xie also met her and looked at her kindly. She looked down at Sima Yan and smiled and said to them:
"Poetry is not for anyone. The light dust of the phoenix has not arrived, which will not affect today's poetry meeting. This garden ... "
"Uncle Jiu is coming!"
The angry shouts interrupted Mrs. Xie's words ...