Waking up with a baby

Shen Qihe unhurriedly slapped the melon seeds shell off his hands, and destroyed the corpse, "Young Qingqing, you can blame me for not having melon seeds, are you being unreasonable?"

Youqing said angrily: "You are unreasonable, you steal melon seeds and speak ill of me!"

"Where is this stealing?" Shen Qihe said with a serious face: "Auntie said you can't eat indiscriminately. I'm afraid that you will make a mistake, so I will eat it for you first to see if it is poisonous."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qihe said inscrutablely: "There is no poison in the melon, you eat it."

Shen Qihe is so shameless, Youqing doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

They are making a fuss over melon seeds. Lu Yan has already entered the seat with Zhuang Qiutong on her arm. She looked annoyed at the young masters and young masters who came up to show her hospitality, and complained in a low voice: "Cousin, I really don't understand why you always I love to come to this poetry meeting, it’s noisy and noisy, and there are so many people around like flies, buzzing non-stop.”

"Yan'er." Zhuang Qiutong stopped softly.She looked around, eyes of admiration and admiration fell on her body, Zhuang Qiutong pretended not to know, just nodded to those people reservedly, seemingly indifferent, but when she looked at the private seat by the window, she stopped her movements for a while, and then Zhuang Qiutong said with a normal face again: "Come to this poetry meeting, naturally to meet friends through poetry and find a bosom friend."

"Bosom friend……"

Lu Yan propped her chin, glanced around a few times, and said suddenly, "Princess Congjia."

Zhuang Qiutong frowned slightly, "Princess?"

"There." Lu Yan raised her chin towards Youqing, jokingly said: "My cousin came here to find a friend, but I happened to meet him on a narrow road."

She thought about it for a while, and still remembered that Youqing and Zhao shi made her unable to step down, so she immediately suggested: "Cousin is the most talented woman in the capital, why not give him a blow today."

Zhuang Qiutong said flatly: "When Concubine Jia was still in Jinling, she studied under Mr. Huang, so she must have learned well."

The Mr. Huang she was talking about was Huang Zhi'en, who was born in a noble family, high-spirited, and had a reputation for being astoundingly talented in Beijing. Even the late emperor admired him quite a lot, and chose him as the tutor of King Congjia, but he stayed until now When the Holy Majesty was enthroned, Mr. Huang died of old age due to illness, and accompanied his wife back to Jinling to settle down.

Zhuang Qiutong lowered her eyes and said, "Speaking of which, the princess and the prince both learned from Mr. Huang."

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Naturally, Lu Yan didn't believe it, so she took another look at You Qing. The boy was born with fair complexion and beautiful eyebrows, but no matter how you looked at him, he was a pampered young master, without any bookish air.She clapped her hands and said, "Cousin, you can tell if he is talented or not with a test."

Zhuang Qiutong wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he didn't make a sound, but picked up the tea and took a sip.

When Lu Yan saw this, she assumed that she was acquiescing, and asked with pretended doubts: "Does anyone know who Mr. Huang is?"

"Mr. Huang? Miss Lu is asking Mr. Huang Cong'en?"

"I'm not talented, I know a little bit, I heard that he is extremely talented."

"Mr. Huang, I heard that he was once the tutor of King Jia, and he bluntly said that the current emperor is no more than..."

"Young Master Li, stop talking about state affairs."

……

Everyone chatted, they admired Zhuang Qiutong's talent, so they even loved Lu Yan, and they were very warm, not to mention Zhuang Qiutong and Lu Yan, one is the daughter of the prime minister, and the other is the palm of the hand. The daughter of Lu Tingwei's family, who was in prison, couldn't help but show some compliments in her attitude.

A young master pretended to be chic and said: "In this way, Mr. Huang was also a romantic person in the past. I don't know if he can compare with Miss Zhuang and Young Master Ji today."

Lu Yan smiled and said, "You can compare."

"How to compare?"

"I know one person who studied under Mr. Huang. It's just that he came to this poetry meeting and didn't reveal his identity, probably because he didn't want to make it public, so it's inconvenient for me to tell you his identity." Lu Yan smiled slyly, she Under the doubtful eyes of everyone, he raised his finger to Youqing, "It's the young master in the water green shirt, you can let him compete with his cousin and Ji Caizi."

"My lord, my lord." Youqing was still tasting the cakes in the restaurant, someone approached him and said to him: "My lord, I heard that you are under the tutelage of Mr. Huang, why don't you come and compete with Miss Zhuang and Ji Caizi."

You Qing opened his eyes wide, and slowly asked Shen Qihe next to him: "Did I hear wrong?"

Shen Qihe couldn't believe it either, "You? A competition? Can you eat melon seeds faster than anyone else?"

You Qing just wanted to jump up and hit someone.

Shen Qihe finished joking, found out the situation, and sighed that maybe this was really caused by jealousy, but the young Qingren were still in a daze, so he had to come forward.Shen Qihe glanced at Zhuang Qiutong, and said to Lu Yan with a smile: "Ms. Lu doesn't know something. I also studied under Mr. Huang, and I have admired the names of Mr. Ji and Ms. Zhuang for a long time. Why don't you let me come to compete."

"Shen Qihe, why are you joining in the fun?"

People who had some friendship with him pulled Shen Qihe away one after another, "Go, go, you are bullying others when you come to compete, just stay and watch the excitement."

Lu Yan also said: "Although Mr. Shen is also a teacher of Mr. Huang, I have heard of Mr. Shen's reputation for a long time, not to mention my cousin often transcribes Mr. Shen's poems. This..."

She tilted her head and said naively: "Cousin will definitely not fight with an ax in front of Mr. Shen, so what's the point of such fighting poems?"

The people around echoed: "Miss Lu is right. Since you want to fight poetry, you have to fight heartily and heartily. There is no point for Mr. Shen to come forward."

This group made up their minds to join Youqing in the fun, Shen Qihe still had a smile on his face, and beat Youqing with a folding fan behind his back, he sighed: "It seems that Mr. Huang's reputation is doomed to die in your hands today .”

"When you write poetry, you write poetry." You Qing was not afraid, and even said whimsically: "Maybe I have a flash of inspiration and scare them to death."

Shen Qihe said angrily: "You have a flash of inspiration, and you laughed so hard."

You Qing stepped on his foot and said boldly, "You wait!"

Shen Qihe said: "I don't want to wait, I want to leave immediately, I can't afford to lose this person."

You Qing puffed up his face.

Shen Qihe didn't talk anymore, so someone took it as their acquiescence, and turned to ask Ji Qiuying who was sitting by the window, "Master Ji, this fighting poem..."

Ji Qiuying said coldly: "It's extremely boring."

The person who asked the question paused, but in exchange for such an attitude, his face sank immediately, and he said in a moderate voice, sneeringly: "I respect you for being a great talent, do you really think of yourself as someone? It's just a shabby household, that's all. If you are really capable, why sit here and show off?"

The man spat: "Fake Qing Gao!"

Ji Qiu Falcon just put down his teacup and turned his head to look out the window, turning a deaf ear to it.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Qiutong glanced at him with a complicated expression.

But Lu Yan's original intention was just to let Xiaoqing know that she was not as good as Zhuang Qiutong in every way, so she said nonchalantly when she saw this, "If that's the case, then only my cousin and son will compete in poetry."

She didn't want to give Youqing a chance to refuse, so she said with a smile: "It's summer now, why don't you use this as the topic."

Zhuang Qiutong said: "Yan'er, why did I ever say that I want to participate in poetry fighting?"

Lu Yan coquettishly said: "Cousin is the most talented woman in the capital, how can you not write poetry when you come to this poetry fair?"

"Miss Lu is right. Miss Zhuang has the talent of chanting Xu. Today, everyone came here to admire Miss Zhuang's true face. Naturally, they want to open our eyes."

"It is said that Ms. Zhuang is extremely talented, if not, let me see it later."

After Lu Yan finished persuading, many people came to persuade her. Zhuang Qiutong lowered her head in a little embarrassment, but she glanced at Youqing from the corner of her eye. In this way, Qiutong has no choice but to make a fool of himself."

"Miss Zhuang is really modest."

"Since the theme is Xia..."

Zhuang Qiutong shook his head, pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "Once it rains heavily, the swamp is full of wind and loads, and the morning glow is startled, and the small boat enters Punan."

"Ah." Lu Yan repeated several times, "Cousin's writing is really good."

Zhuang Qiutong smiled faintly, "Qiutong is not talented."

"Cousin is always modest." Lu Yan thought she had the chance to win, she looked at Youqing with a provocative gaze, "Master, where is your poem?"

Asking Youqing to compose a poem was simply embarrassing him, Shen Qihe shook his folding fan, covered his lips, and lowered his voice to tell Youqing: "I say a sentence and you read a sentence."

Youyou said crisply: "Isn't it just writing about summer, I don't want your poems, I want to write them myself."

"You write your own poems?"

Shen Qihe didn't even bother to laugh at him, after all, the poems written by Youqing himself almost made Mr. Huang sick from anger, "Looking in the courtyard of the mountain temple..."

Youqing didn't listen to him at all, and said confidently: "The wind and the lotus are emerald, it's like loquat dipped in honey, and gourd boiled in rock sugar."

"..."

Shen Qihe paused, speechless, "Are you fucking hungry?"

Youqing glanced at him dissatisfied, "Why don't you praise me for the poems I made myself?"

Shen Qihe couldn't boast, but he thought in his heart that Mr. Huang was always strong, otherwise the coffin would not be able to hold it down.He held back for a long time, and said with difficulty: "...good poetry."

You Qing nodded without guilt.

As for the others, the restaurant fell silent in an instant. Not long after, Lu Yan burst into laughter first, and the young masters and young masters present gradually came to their senses and laughed loudly.Someone sneered and said, "Where is this poetry? Loquats dipped in honey, gourds boiled in rock sugar?"

"My six-year-old nephew can write better than this."

"Summer scenery, you can write about the half-day leisure of stealing life, and you can also write about climbing the tower and looking at the lofty ambitions of Lingyun. Why did you choose this... candied haws and rock sugar loquat?"

Lu Yan covered her mouth and laughed straight, and said coolly: "Young Master, you really have a leisurely mood, so I chose to write this small talk, is it too petty? And these few sentences are not neat enough. , and no style, it really is..."

She stared at Youqing with an unfriendly expression, "It doesn't make sense."

Unconvinced, Youqing poked Shen Qihe, "Hurry up and tell her how good this poem is!"

Youqing was being bullied, of course Shen Qihe couldn't sit idly by, he said with a bitter face, "You won't be safe at the end of the day."

"Miss Lu's words are wrong." Shen Qihe said nonsense seriously: "There are good poems for those who write about the scenery outside the Great Wall, and there are also good poems for those who write about rural scenes. Taste, of course, is a good poem, and it cannot be judged by the theme."

Shen Qihe shook his folding fan, and said meaningfully: "Every word is considered carefully, and the carving is too much. It is flat but also ordinary, so it becomes mediocre."

"You all joke about dipping loquats in honey and boiling gourds in rock sugar, but you have never thought about this poem carefully. It is unique in conception, eclectic, fresh and natural, and it is a good poem. Besides, you don't know..."

Shen Qihe didn't even blush when he lied, "This poem was written by Mr. Huang when he was young, and it was quite appreciated by the late emperor. Come to this poem to tease you."

He paused, and asked leisurely: "Could it be that you really think this poem is nonsense?"

The author has something to say: Shen Qihe: Unique conception, fresh and natural, good poetry! (one hundred pieces of gold, delete brackets

I can't write anymore, and the remaining [-] words will be eaten by Xiao Qingqing!