Embroidered golden branches

Chapter 73 Poems
Sang Sang took out a few exquisite small objects from a small box he carried with him and said to Mrs. Zhao: "I made these all overnight. I don't know if you like them or not."

Mrs. Zhao took one look and couldn't put it down.

She looked at one of the dolls, and the eyebrows looked a bit like herself.

She looked at Sangsang in surprise and asked, "Could this little baby..."

"Yes, that's you!"

Hearing Sangsang's affirmative answer, Mrs. Zhao smiled from ear to ear.

"This doll is too exquisite! I like it! I like it!"

"Is this the old lady next to me?" Mrs. Zhao pointed to the little baby next to her and asked.

Sangsang nodded.

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly handed the doll to the old lady, and both of them couldn't put it down.

Wei Lingyin on the side pouted, hating Sang Sang more and more, feeling that Sang Sang not only stole her limelight, but was also very good at flattering her.

It's horrible!

With the coat and these exquisite little dolls, Mrs. Zhao is already thinking about the next clothes.

She couldn't even imagine what kind of clothes Sangsang would make, but she thought that when she put it on, everyone would be attracted to it.

During the following banquet, Mrs. Zhao held Sangsang's hand almost all the time, keeping her close, for fear that her wife would snatch Sangsang away.

The excitement among the people had nothing to do with Sangsang, but now amid the excitement, she could only smile with her face.

After finally waiting until the banquet was about to end, Sangsang felt exhausted all over, perhaps because he had been too straight.

After all, what she now represents is not herself, but the face of the Wei family.

Now as long as he can please the old lady, that is more important than anything else.

At the table, the old lady did not stop the other ladies from chatting with Sangsang. She just watched calmly, and occasionally showed a smile.

It can be seen that the old lady enjoyed her meal at the Qushui Shang Banquet this time.

While everyone was asking Sangsang for advice on dyeing techniques, Wei Lingyin suddenly said: "Since it is a meandering water cup, it must be done by writing poetry."

As soon as he said this, everyone agreed.

They came to this banquet not only to talk to Sangsang, but more importantly, to have a good time.

Sang Sang felt exhausted and planned to tell the old lady that she would not participate, but at this time she was called out by Wei Lingyin.

"Cousin, you won't spoil everyone's interest by not participating, right?"

Sangsang opened her mouth. She originally wanted to say she wouldn't participate, but she felt the fiery gaze and those expectant eyes, so she had no choice but to give up.

"How could it be? It's just that I have little talent and knowledge. I'm afraid I will make everyone laugh..."

"No, no, we are not very good at studying. We can just read a few lines of poems. You don't need to be too nervous!"

Many of them advised Sangsang.

Sangsang just smiled slightly at them.

Compose poetry?Isn't that just talking?

But maybe in Wei Lingyin's opinion, she was an illiterate who didn't understand anything.

The reason why Sang Sang didn't refuse was because he wanted to see what trick Wei Lingyin wanted to play?
In fact, because there were outsiders here today, Sangsang didn't want to get to know her, and mostly let her go.

Unexpectedly, Wei Lingyin actually asked her to write poems because he wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

In that case, she will accompany her to the end.

Thinking like this, Sangsang sat in one of the seats with an indifferent expression.

By the time everyone else finished writing their poems, Sangsang was already drowsy. He had stayed up almost all night yesterday and had a severe headache today.

"Cousin, it's your turn to compose a poem with snow, maybe you can pick it up?"

Snow.The corners of Sangsang's lips curled up slightly, but she pretended to be thinking hard on the surface.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Wei Lingyin continued to add insult to injury: "Cousin, with so many people watching, you can't even write a poem, right? This will bring shame to our Wei family!"

She knew that the old lady would be angry after hearing this, but she still said it. Anyway, she had offended the old lady today, so it would be fine if she went back to acting coquettishly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Sangsang's face.

Some of them couldn't help but ridicule: "Isn't it just that she can dye a few pieces of cloth? She still thinks she is someone. There are a bunch of people surrounding her. I thought she was looking at some rare treasures, isn't it just a few rags!" "

"Yes, a woman like her will definitely only marry some market merchant in the future, and she won't be able to make a living!"

"You can't even write poetry. Are you really from the countryside?"

Those discussions became louder and louder, and gradually reached Sangsang's ears.

Sangsang sneered in his heart and wrote down the faces of those people one by one.

She vaguely remembered that these people had been in the house and begged her again and again to dye cloth for them.

Now that they can't get dyed cloth, they start to add insult to injury.

But the world is really in decline.

"Cousin, if you really can't do it, you can ask me for help. I can help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sangsang slowly stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

"I have two things in my mind, so I'm going to show my embarrassment here."

"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present was shocked.

They reflected for a while and then clapped their hands and applauded.

"The title is snow, but there is not a single mention of cold, let alone snowflakes. How wonderful!"

"Pear blossoms are like snowflakes! What a beautiful scene!"

"Nice poem!"

Everyone praised and muttered their words, feeling that Sangsang's poem was unprecedented and unprecedented.

Wei Lingyin was also shocked, her pupils shrank violently, and she looked at Sangsang in disbelief with her eyes wide open.

How can this be?Sangsang can actually compose poetry?

Sang Sang smiled quietly. Perhaps because of being too tired, her feet felt sluggish, her body became unsteady, and she almost fell. Fortunately, she stood firm again, and she slowly sat on the mat again.

The old lady on the side cast a concerned look at her.

Sangsang nodded at her, indicating that she was fine.

"Sang Sang, I didn't expect that you are good at dyeing cloth, and your poems are even more powerful. I didn't realize it before!" Mrs. Zhao looked at her with envy.

She has now made up her mind to want Sangsang to be her daughter-in-law.

In the past, she might have had distinctions between family status and concubines, but now she felt happy when she saw Sangsang. Those family backgrounds and concubines were nothing in her heart.

Sangsang said modestly: "I'm just showing off."

As soon as these words came out, Wei Lingyin's face became even more ugly.

If this poem of hers is a show of shame, then what are the poems they just made?

Sangsang was undoubtedly slapping her in the face!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, biting her lower lip and staring at her unconvinced.

She originally thought that Sang Sang would pretend to turn a blind eye as usual, but she didn't expect that Sang Sang suddenly turned around, with a cold look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)