Don't run away

Chapter 295 Miss War God 24
On everyone's purse are embroidered modern cartoon characters.

I don't think it's a thing in modern times, but people in ancient times have never seen it.

Each of them was extremely rare, holding that purse, I couldn't bear to let it go.

Du Feixue was no exception. Originally, she was indifferent to Mu Qingwan, and she was originally a lover of embroidery. Now when she saw the pattern on it, she couldn't help being amazed.

"Qingwan, what is your mind made of, why do you have so many novel thoughts!"

As Du Feixue said, she couldn't help touching it again.

"Compared to the princess, I'm still far behind."

Mu Qingwan was modest.

When all the people arrived, Du Feixue made people serve tea and snacks.

All the ladies leaned on the railing and began to admire the peonies.

"Why don't we compose a poem!?"

Sure enough, someone suggested it.

Mu Qingwan's eyes lit up, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

When it comes to poetry, there are three hundred Tang poems, Song lyrics, and Yuan operas. She has a lot of these in her mind.

It's just easy to come by.

"Then what is it called?"

Mu Qingyu asked.

"Today we are appreciating peonies, so we must have something to do with them."

Du Feixue pondered slightly, and said.

As soon as she finished speaking, a servant girl brought up a pen and ink.

Among the ladies, some frowned in thought, while others stared closely at Peony.

Du Feixue was also muttering words.

Mu Qingyu smiled slightly, holding a cup of tea and drinking it slowly.

Seeing that Mu Qingwan had already thought about it.

At this time, Mu Qingwan took the brush and began to write.

All the ladies are meditating verbally.

Although everyone is a lady, they all read books and practice calligraphy, and they usually and occasionally compose poems for fun.

Even if Du Feixue is known as a talented woman, she still has to think about it for a long time before she can come up with a poem.

After all, women have so much to learn, and if they are all like men, it is impossible to write from the beginning.

However, as soon as the topic was mentioned, Mu Qingwan had already started writing.

Looking at the posture she wrote, it was still like a fountain of writing, and she wrote a long list at once.

There were already a few people who couldn't stand anymore and stood behind Mu Qingwan to watch.

"Who is Yao Wei's family in the old days, who likes to be an official and is willing to get a wonderful flower. The enchanting appearance before the wind and the moon, the rich and noble flowers in the sky and the world, it is really good!!"

After reading it silently, I couldn't help but give a good compliment.

"What a rich and noble flower in heaven and earth!"

When they saw this poem written by Mu Qingwan, everyone praised it one after another.

"The clavicular bone of the old man, where is the arrow sand on the lips. The jade tree in the backyard heard the song, shamed Chen Gong and said Lihua. Is it really well written!?"

Everyone commented one after another.

Du Feixue walked up to her, and watched her write the hairpin lowercase, but the poems she wrote were so majestic.

"Qing Wan is really talented!"

The young lady in the crowd couldn't help being amazed.

"I looked at this verse, why does it look familiar!?"

There was an unremarkable young lady who tilted her head, looking a little puzzled.

Mu Qingwan frowned immediately, "This is what I wrote just now, what do you mean by saying that!?"

Mu Qingwan dared to be so arrogant at this time, but she actually knew that this era was empty, and there were no such characters.

So it doesn't matter how she plagiarized.

　I'm in a bad mood today, but I finished it before eight o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)