Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 213 That's Not More Than Enough
Seeing that she was definitely not going to write about the scenery of the border town of Laoshizi, everyone said "no problem".

—— Just kidding, they are indeed a little curious about how much the second daughter of the Duke of the Kingdom weighs, but this does not mean that they want to include themselves in it!

For poems and poems, what is right is always a similar theme, and what is right is always a related thing.

If you really admired Xici and brought a bunch of frost and snow in the northern border, they would answer with the paper full of flowers in the imperial city, it wouldn't seem like a thing.

The point is, apart from those young ladies who were born in the family of military officers, maybe they can still know a little about the scenery of the frontier fortress. How can they understand these noble girls who were raised in the civil servants' mansion?
Parents won't talk about this, and they won't see the soldiers who have retired from the front line-this is asking for trouble!
The noble ladies were all smiles, until Mu Xici Ansheng sat in the armchair, and then she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But without Mu Xici, it is still a big problem who will do the opening song. A large group of Yingying Yanyan shirked each other for a long time, and it was Xiao Miaotong, the master, who led the lead.

However, I don't know if she was shocked by Mu Xici's words before, or if the poem was procrastinated for a long time and she was a little absent-minded. In short, Xiao Miaotong's poem was written with stumbles, and in the end, the pen slipped and went out of the capital.

Although her poem is also about peach blossoms, at the end of the sentence, it involves the peach blossoms next to the mountain temple in the suburbs of Beijing. The girls read her little order and couldn't help but look at each other.

Fortunately, this is not out of line, the noble lady who took over the poem took the place back to the Xiao Mansion lightly - the mountain temple in the suburbs of Beijing is barely comparable to the mansion in the middle of Beijing - this is how to correct the confrontation direction of the poem.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Mu Xici, after returning to her seat, she persistently struggled with the few plates of dim sum on the table.

Mo Wanyan smiled slightly when she saw the little girl's greedy mouth, and stretched out her hand to pull her sleeve calmly: "Aci, those few words you said later are so powerful, I think Xiao Miaotong was frightened by you. It took me a long time to react."

"She was not stunned, I think she suddenly remembered something." Mu Da Guoshi casually said, "Although I don't know exactly what she thought of, but I can feel that she was struggling for a moment. "

The little princess raised her eyebrows upon hearing this: "Struggling?"

"Yes, struggling, as if fighting against some thoughts or ideas. I reckon, if this is not for the Peach Blossom Poetry Festival, she might still want me to write about the scenery of the frontier fortress."

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, you really impress me today." Mu Xici took a sip of tea and looked back with a smile, "You used the strategy of attacking the heart very neatly."

And there are no dirty words, extremely elegant - she is already planning to have meat and vegetables for the next month.

…Hate, she still wants to eat meat.

Thinking of the painful days that he was about to face with the combination of meat and vegetables, Mu Xici was suddenly depressed for a moment, but after hearing her words, Mo Wanyan proudly crossed her waist.

"That's right, he grew up from the harem anyway. Although I'm sure I can't play with my brother when it comes to conspiracies and tricks, isn't it more than enough to fool these little girls who haven't seen much in the world?"

The tricks in the inner house are really not enough to put in the palace. Right now, Qianping's back position is vacant, and the concubines in the harem are rushing to that position with all their strength.

Even if she doesn't directly participate in the struggle of those women, she must learn something by watching it every day, right?
What's more, attacking the heart first is the most basic move.

The little princess raised her chin proudly, that "asking for compliments" mockup was very much like Xuetuan's fat pigeon delivering letters.

But what Xue Tuan wanted was to be touched and hugged, and Mo Wanyan was not as plump as Xue Tuan, so she wouldn't be able to help drooling just looking at it.

Chi slip~ After saying that, she wants to eat the whole pigeon feast again.

Mu Xici smacked his lips, and gave the little princess a pat on the back: "Yes, Your Highness is very powerful."

"Hmm~" Mo Wanyan nodded her head forcefully, and smiled triumphantly. The two of them nestled in their seats, laughing and making noise, and this scene was captured by Mu Shiyan's eyes.

Seeing that Mu Xici was having such a good time, the latter immediately became furious. She bit her lip, pulled Xiao Miaotong past her quietly, and shook her sleeve half coquettishly and half angrily: "Cousin, look she!"

"Can we just let that little bitch go?"

"Otherwise? I told you a long time ago that you should not expect to recite poems and poems, but you just don't listen." Xiao Miaotong frowned, a little impatient, "It's good now, he doesn't show any ugliness at all, we can save face Be sidelined."

"At the moment, everyone is excited about poetry again, so we can't interrupt it; in a while, the afternoon poetry meeting will continue, and I can't find a second idea for you!"

Mu Shiyan was full of unwillingness: "But..."

"But what is it, you still want to repeat the old tricks?" Xiao Miaotong threw her sleeves, "You want to understand, people have already made it clear, it's not that she doesn't want to write, it's that she writes about the spring scene outside the Great Wall if she wants to. on?"

Mu Shiyan gritted her teeth and hummed: "...I'm sorry."

"Isn't that enough? I'm afraid no one here can match that thing!" Xiao Miaotong was furious, "If she writes it out, everyone's dignity will be lost!"

"Let me be blunt. It's not that people don't write now, but we beg her not to write—are you sober this time?"

"Understood." Mu Shiyan clenched her fists, her silver teeth were almost gnawed into pieces, but Xiao Miaotong's words had come to this point, it would be unbecoming for her to argue with her.

Before returning to the group of noble ladies facing the poem, Mu Shiyan turned her head and glared at Mu Xici and the two of them in great annoyance.

However, those two little girls who were obsessed with tasting Xiao's dim sum never noticed her eyes at all. She felt bored and silently looked away.

Writing poetry is usually a time-consuming mental work, and the group of ladies from aristocratic families wrote it for a while, and the lunch time was completely over.

Many people hadn't written enough and were reluctant to put down the pens and paper in their hands. Seeing that everyone's attention was not here at the moment, Mu Xici and the two quickly complained to the master's house and ran away.

Before lunch, they made an appointment with Mo Junli and others, and the first time after the meal, Shihui will meet at home.

The two slipped out of the Peach Blossom Forest and found a nearby road to the home court. After being away from the group of well-mannered ladies from aristocratic families, Mo Wanyan felt that she had come alive.

The little princess was in a mood, and picked up two peach blossoms that were in full bloom on the trees, saying that although there are many broken things in Xiao's mansion, the garden is really well maintained.

"A Ci, why do you think the color of the peach blossoms in the Xiao Mansion is so pale? They are so pale that they are almost white." Mo Wanyan asked casually as she fiddled with the petals in her hand.

She has seen a lot of Bai Bitao, but it is really rare to see such a thousand-petal red.

It's not that the death aura in this mansion is too heavy, no matter how hard the peach tree is to ward off evil spirits, it won't be able to sustain it, so it would be nice if it can bloom.

Mu Xici secretly slandered a few words in her heart, without revealing anything on her face, she was about to make up a few words to change the topic, when she heard a young voice behind her:

"Huh, Le Wan? You're here this year?"

　Hahaha the little princess is so cute
　　Continuing from the digression of the previous chapter, today I am thinking about Mu Shiyan's ending
　　My sister suddenly told me about Mu Shiyan's biss
　　In fact, Mu Shiyan was not like that at the beginning, she was also a very cute girl when she was young

　　I will care about my sister and my uncle, and I also like to listen to Mu Dae's stories outside the customs

　　But slowly she is getting farther and farther away from them

　　Because of Xiao Shuhua, she deliberately separated Mu Shiyan from them
　　So she didn't know how to face her, she hated her for attacking Ah Ci
　　But she can't forget how well-behaved Mu Shiyan used to be

　　Woohoo, sister is really gentle
　　In addition, Mu Shiyan is her own, her own, her own! !It's really real!It's not that bloody!
　　Don't you think Xiao Shuhua's attitude towards her daughter is not like a normal mother?

　　What is abnormal is Xiao Shuhua, Xiao Shuhua is a tragic product of her own family, she is not as smart as Xiao Miaotong

　　And Mu Shiyan is stupider than Xiao Shuhua
　　Sometimes I feel that Xiao Shuhua uses Mu Shiyan as a tool, really
　　It seems that after a long time, there is a little love for pets or something in it
　　Xiao Shuhua's maternal love is repressed and incomplete. She may not know how to love others, but she loves herself

　　
　
(End of this chapter)