After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 122 The Clown Is Actually Myself

I don't know how long it took, someone shook her gently.

She thought it was her brother, so she said softly: "Brother, I will sleep for a while, just for a while..."

Standing aside, Jing Mo looked as if he had been hit, his face was red and his breathing was a little short.

How can there be such a lovely woman in this world?

Jing Mo said patiently: "Miss Yang, don't be greedy for cold, be careful of catching a cold."

Hearing her annoying voice, she opened her eyes suddenly, and met those smiling eyes.

"Ah!" Yang Yue was startled and shouted out.

This person is perverted!

How could he open the curtain at will?
Although she is still young, she can't be like this...

What's more, her sleeping posture is really not Shuyi's dignity, it can be described as ugly.

Yang Yue's heart is really going to collapse, why is this guy seeing her every time she loses her manners.

Still a frivolous fellow!

Hmph, don't think that she doesn't know that he is surrounded by all kinds of Yingyingyanyan after she has been in the boudoir all year round.

Is there any man in this world who can really live among the flowers without a single leaf sticking to his body?
Even his father kept a concubine when he was old!
What's more, Jing Mo's words are too exaggerated, he doesn't look like a cultivated person at all,

Yang Yue stood up angrily, jumped out of the carriage, and before entering the mansion, she booed and said, "Don't despise Lord Belle, don't you know?"

After finishing speaking, he left Jing Mo with a somewhat stubborn back and disappeared in front of the mansion gate.

The butler saw Jing Mo: "My servant, pay tribute to Lord Baylor."

When he was about to turn around and go in to report, he was stopped by Jing Mo: "It's just on the way, there is no need to report."

After speaking, he rode his horse and left here.

All the way along the way, I was thinking about Yang Yue's angry appearance just now, and said to herself: "Others look at you as evil, but I don't think you are."

I also thought about countless pictures of getting along with Yang Yue in the future, and the corners of my mouth even curled up unconsciously,

Maybe he was just too happy.

I used to think that fighting crickets, racing dogs, listening to a ditty, spring outing, and hunting were the most enjoyable things in the world.

It wasn't until he saw Yang Yue yesterday that he realized that the most enjoyable things in this world were much inferior to Yang Yue's.

If you can take Yang Yue to swim in the lake together and get along with each other day and night, that will be the happiest thing in life.

Zhao Ziqi saw the spring/color/appearance of him walking from the Grand Master's Mansion from a distance, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

He really wanted to laugh. ,

Didn't expect Jing Mo, who is out of love, to be so worthless, and even personally send someone home?

This is not his style at all.

This time, Zhao Ziqi didn't expect him to find himself, so he went up and hugged the horse.

"Brother Jing is so elegant, the sun is almost setting, and you haven't returned home for dinner yet?"

Seeing Zhao Ziqi's playful smile, Jing Mo dismounted and threw the rein to him, and Zhao Ziqi subconsciously caught it. ,

"The redness on Brother Jing's face is almost turning into rouge, is this young lady of the Yang family so attractive to you?"

Jing Mo really didn't know how he stepped on Zhao Ziqi's nest these few days, no matter how many times he would meet him.

Ask him this question every time.

Jing Mo wished he could find a place where no one was around and beat him up.

"Aren't you idle? Are you okay? Go to Xingye's place to train soldiers." Jing Mo didn't bother to reply him, and sometimes he couldn't figure out Zhao Ziqi's brain circuit.

"Haha~" Zhao Ziqi was not annoyed, and walked back to the intersection with him all the way.

The two went back to their respective homes, each looking for their respective mothers.

During the rest of the preparation days, Jing Mo always looked for Yang Yue from time to time, no matter whether he was entering or leaving the palace, he would always meet him by chance.

Yang Yue once suspected that Jing Mo did it on purpose, but she had no evidence.

Yang Yue comforted herself in her heart: when the poetry meeting is over, she must stay far away from him and never see him again.

In this way, under intense preparations, invitations to the first poetry meeting of the dynasty have been sent out one by one for more than ten years, and the noble ladies and noble sons who received the invitations were all excited.

This is a recognition of identity. Even if you can't win a name at the poetry meeting, being able to enter the palace to participate in the poetry meeting itself is something to be happy and proud of.

Those noble ladies and noble sons who prepared their clothes, jewelry and shoes early all waited until the day of the poetry meeting.

On the day of the poetry meeting, Jing Mo, Zhao Ziqi and Jiang Xing also entered the palace together, and they were the first ones to come.

Except for the three of them, the rest of the people entered the palace one after another. The venue was in the large garden beside the Princess Hall. There are dozens of copies of each species.

A lot of preparations have also been made in case other unexpected things happen. ,

Jing Xu's principle is to try not to embarrass anyone in the place where he holds the event. It is possible for a hundred flowers to compete, but it is absolutely not allowed to step on others to take the lead.

All the noble sons and noble daughters have been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​making friends with dignitaries since they were young, so this poetry meeting is also a small meeting meeting.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for many years, she is really beautiful."

"Brother Cao really looks as handsome as the rumors say."

……

Making friends is nothing more than sincere praise, common words, and some shining points and strengths.

The officials who can come here are not small, and no one dares to say that there are no counterattacks among these people.

So everyone is polite and will not take the initiative to offend anyone.

Yang Yue came later because she had an advantage over others and had already befriended the princess before, so compared to others who were anxious, she was much calmer.

As soon as Yang Yue entered the arena, the noble sons and noble daughters who had their own small groups turned their eyes to Yang Yue together.

At this time, there may be only one thought in everyone's mind: what a beautiful face this is, it is really rare.

"Which noble family are you from?" Some bolder girls had already stepped forward to ask.

"Yang Yue, the youngest daughter of the Yang family." Yang Yue replied politely.

"Wow, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard of your name a long time ago. I was really surprised when I saw you today." The woman replied affectionately with bright eyes.

Yang Yue nodded slightly towards her: "Which family are you from?"

"The youngest daughter of the Shu family, Shu He." Shu He smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Yang Yue showed a gentle smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

More and more people gathered around, as if Yang Yue had unknowingly become the center.

When Jing Xu and the others came, they saw that the stars were holding the moon, and Yang Yue in the center was always responding politely and gently to everyone, without a trace of irritability.

Everyone also liked her very much, and kept surrounding her, asking what she was doing.

She replied patiently.

Jing Mo's complexion is not very good, the person he likes is surrounded by so many people.

There is a little pride in his heart, as expected of the people he likes, even these people have vision.

"My daughter pays homage to Her Royal Highness, Lord Belle."

"I pay my respects to Your Royal Highness, Lord Belle."

Jing Xu remembered that there were 88 people on the invitation list. When he looked at the 88 people alone, he didn't think there were too many people, but when the 88 people stood together, it was really spectacular.

Jing Xu was a little nervous, after all, this was the first time she organized something by herself.

As if seeing her nervousness, Jiang Xing also lightly touched the back shoulder behind her.

Jing Xu quickly regained consciousness: "Get up, everyone."

"Today is the beginning of the poetry meeting, and it is also for everyone to get familiar with in advance. The theme of our poetry meeting is relaxed and natural, and it can also be high-spirited. You can choose according to your own preferences."

"Thank you, Your Highness, Princess." There was another wave of people.

Jing Xu took a deep breath, and sat on the main seat, with Jing Mo sitting on one side, and Jiang Xingye and Zhao Ziqi sitting on the round stool below Jing Mo.

"Looking at tea." Siwen said to the servant on the side.

Soon refreshments and hot tea were served in an orderly manner.

They were originally scheduled to be a table for five people, a total of eighteen tables.

In this way, everyone can have a seat, and everyone can avoid embarrassment in terms of distance.

There are five people seated at the big round table, and there is still a lot of space in the middle.

At a glance, Jing Xu found that most of them had one table for men and one table for women. The only difference was Yang Yue's table. It seemed that because the number of women was divided by five, there were only her and Su Cheng Yang Xing at her table.

three people.

It is also the only table in the venue where men and women sit together.

Jing Xu thought silently in her heart: As expected in ancient times, this idea is really too feudal, and it is really not something she can change overnight.

Take your time, maybe you will have the opportunity to get rid of these customs in the future.

"The first thing I started was painting. Today is summer, so we will use summer scenery as the theme, and everyone will create by themselves." The host of the poetry club said, looking at the precious sons and daughters in the audience.

Everyone has a pen, ink, paper and inkstone by their side, and everyone raised their pens and raced against time to draw what they wanted to draw.

Jiang Xing didn't plan to participate in this selection, but just stayed by Jing Xu's side.

Jing Mo walked to Yang Yue's table shamelessly, and asked with a smile, "Can I borrow a seat here?"

Yang Xing and Su Cheng were naturally willing, but Yang Yue could only flatten her mouth, but she couldn't say anything else.

Zhao Ziqi waved his fan, thinking that Jing Mo was really fun, he turned his head to look at Jiang Xingye: "Brother Xingye, do you think Brother Jing is really weird?"

Jiang Xing also looked at the round table not far away, and asked incomprehensibly, "What's so strange?"

"Well, I'm just asking for boredom when I tell you this." Then she turned to look at Jing Xu: "What did the princess see?" '

When Jing Xu and Zhao Ziqi made eye contact, they saw the smiles in each other's eyes.

First he coughed lightly, then he said with a smile: "I'm afraid that someone's soul is lost, I wish I could be by someone's side for twelve hours a day."

After all, it is a poetry meeting, Jing Xu will also pay attention to the occasion, and he doesn't know how to call names directly when speaking, which is very measured.

In this way, those who don't understand will naturally not understand what she is talking about, and they will not be criticized by others.

"Princess, confidant too." Zhao Ziqi shook his fan, looked down and said, "Since everyone is painting the scene, I should just paint someone."

Zhao Ziqi took the brush on one side, dipped it in the paint, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of solemnity.

The slender fingers pinched the brush and swayed it on the rice paper, attracting Jing Xu's attention.

He couldn't help but move his gaze to Zhao Ziqi.

While Zhao Ziqi was swaying, Jing Xu also saw some clues.

This is a picture of a summer night. Under the river of stars, there is a courtyard of the mansion, and there are also crape myrtle flowers that are available in this season. Under the river of stars, a family of three depend on each other to watch the beautiful scenery of the stars in the sky.

After Zhao Ziqi finished coloring, he put away his brushes, and most of the noble sons and noble daughters were finished.

Jing Xu looked at the color of the man's back, it was light blue, just like the color Jing Mo was wearing today, and he probably knew who he was painting.

She exchanged glances with Zhao Ziqi, and both of them smiled secretly.

As for the evaluation of paintings, it is natural to invite famous painters from Dazhou, and their own internal evaluations do not count.

After seeing the 86 paintings, the three masters selected ten outstanding ones.

Among them, Jing Mo was at the top of the list, and his basic skills of painting trees and birds were too difficult to match. Zhao Ziqi was second on the list because of its far-reaching meaning. What everyone didn't expect was that Yang Yue surpassed the rest and came in third.

What she painted is the picture of Xia He and dragonfly.

Except that Jing Xu and Jiang Xing didn't paint, everyone had a general understanding of the painting level of the people at the same table.

Huahua's appetizers are perfectly broken, and the most exciting part of the poetry fight will begin below.

"The flying flower order starts with the princess, and those who can't catch up in the middle are eliminated, and the rest continue to compete until the last ten."

"The remaining ten people will be judged as the top three according to the length of time they took to receive the poem."

After the host finished speaking, he looked at Jing Xu, and Jing Xu nodded towards everyone.

"Let's start over there."

"Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see Nanshan leisurely."

Jiang Xing also continued: "It rained overnight in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs at the end of the tree."

It was Zhao Ziqi's turn, and he spit out: "The sound of the spring swallows dangerous stones, and the white and cold green pines."

The person below continued: "The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano."

It was Jing Mo's turn, and he took it easy: "The sound of the piano is all over the room, and the books are all over the head of the bed."

Yang Yue continued: "There is a bun on the head, and moon beads in the ears."

After Yang Yue finished speaking, Jing Mo praised in a low voice with a smile: "Miss Yang is really knowledgeable, this poem is selected from the whole poem "Moshang Sang" by Han Yuefu as follows..."

Yang Yue was really afraid of him, and quickly stopped him in a low voice: "Master Baylor, can you be quiet for a while and listen to others."

Jing Mo really shut up, and looked at him aggrievedly, he just wanted to say a few more words to her, there is nothing wrong with that, right?

Su Cheng could tell that Jing Molai was here because of the young daughter of the Yang family. He slightly shook his head and said, "The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road."

……

The heated discussion ended with Gu as the end. There were 66 people left on the scene, and only 22 were eliminated. It can be seen that most of the people here are more knowledgeable, and it is Jingxu again.

"The sages and sages in ancient times are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names." After Jing Xu finished speaking, Jiang Xing continued without hesitation: "The name is not written, and the official should retire due to old age and sickness."

Zhao Ziqi looked at Jiang Xing, who was full of Jing Xu, and shook his head, saying, "Don't say that women are not heroes, they sing on the walls of Longquan every night."

After receiving it, he looked at Jing Mo and Yang Yue, and then at Jiang Xingye and Jing Xu.

Now he was depressed, and he also stopped smiling. It turned out that the clown was himself?
When five people walk together, one must be redundant. These days when he smiles with him, only you are redundant?

Alas, extremely depressed.

(End of this chapter)