The young masters and young ladies of the ancient high-ranking families, almost from the enlightenment education, will be exposed to poetry and songs, and under the influence of childhood to adulthood, poetry and lyrics, wind and snow, have become indispensable things in their lives.

Even if you have limited talent, you can chant a few sentences on occasions such as this kind of poetry meeting, at least a poem that is fair and consistent with the topic.

Ke Cen Xiyan is the soul of a modern person in his bones, and now people can learn and master a lot of miscellaneous knowledge from childhood to adulthood, such as Chinese, mathematics, astronomy, geography, physics, chemistry, music, painting, ...... And so on, but for the creation of ancient poetry, this is too professional, unless people who study classical literature, or people who are extremely passionate about ancient poetry, will learn this kind of thing.

Although Cen Xiyan has lived in this time and space for ten years, she has not concentrated on studying things like poetry, first, she has no time, and second, she has no interest.

But there are too many famous poems hidden in her head, and if she takes out one or two at random, she can make these ancients stunned and admired!

However, Cen Xiyan is a little entangled now, does she want to plagiarize? It is very immoral to take other people's poems as your own! She can't get over that hurdle in her heart, and she will despise her own ......

At this time, almost everyone took a pen and paper, or pondered, or put down a pen.

Even Cen Xiqin had already prepared, and took out the two poems about Yongxue and Yongmei that he had thought out in advance and wrote them on rice paper.

Cen Xiqin's poems are not very outstanding, but they are very neat, and the artistic conception is not bad, at least people can't make mistakes, and it is enough to deal with this kind of poetry.

After Cen Xiqin finished writing her poem, she tilted her head slightly and saw Cen Xiyan sitting motionless on the side, her eyes swept over the table in front of her, and then she saw the blank rice paper in front of her, as well as the brush that was not stained with ink at all.

Cen Xiqin was startled, his eyes widened, and he asked in a low voice, "Sixth sister, should you ...... Didn't prepare anything?? ”

To participate in this kind of poetry meeting, in fact, everyone will guess the topic in advance and make several poems in advance as a backup, which is a tacit thing in the circle.

Cen Xiqin didn't expect that Cen Xiyan would be unprepared at all!

Cen Xiyan gave Cen Xiqin a faint wry smile back, "I really didn't prepare ......"

Jin Fang, who was on the side, also heard the whispered conversation between Cen Xiyan and Cen Xiqin, and his eyes widened, and he turned his head to look.

Seeing the wry smile on Cen Xiyan's face, Jin Fang couldn't help but be stunned, and said in his heart: Could it be that Xiyan is not good at composing poetry?

Cen Xiqin and Jin Fang glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise and worry in each other's eyes.

In the first few meetings, Cen Xiyan refused to compose poetry, saying that she was not good at it, they all thought that she was just modest, they had always had blind confidence in Cen Xiyan, almost thinking that she had nothing that she would not know, and she never thought that writing poetry was really her weakness!

On an occasion like the poetry club, how can you make a symbolic poem or two! Cen Xiyan is afraid that he can't escape, what can he do!

Cen Xiqin and Jin Fang's eyes made eye contact for a while, and Cen Xiqin finally nodded at Jin Fang, and motioned to Jin Fang to help Cen Xiyan write two poems.

Cen Xiqin is not a person who is very good at poetry, and in this regard, Jin Fang's level is much higher than her.

Jin Fang nodded in the end and agreed, he could only do this, he couldn't let Cen Xiyan make a fool of himself in front of so many people! They are friends, and this little favor still has to be helped, not to mention, Cen Xiyan saved her life at the beginning.

Jin Fang made up his mind, then took out another blank piece of rice paper, picked up the pen and pondered.

At this time, many people have already written their poems, handed them in, and circulated them to everyone in turn, reading and commenting.

Cen Xihan has always been quite famous in the circle of noble ladies in the capital, and his poetry is very spiritual.

She is one of the people who are relatively fast in poetry, a "Yongmei", a "Yongxue", are rare masterpieces, although in the moral connotation, not enough atmosphere, but very petty bourgeoisie, and very gorgeous and exquisite, is the aristocratic circle, most of the nobles, noble sons are very fond of the tune, immediately received a lot of praise, praise.

"A talented woman is a talented woman, as soon as Miss Cen Si makes a move, it will be a top-grade masterpiece!"

"Good poetry! Miss Cen Si's talent is really convincing! ”

"Miss Cen Si is both talented and beautiful, and every poetry meeting is eye-opening and convinc......ing."

“……”

Hearing everyone's praise, Cen Xihan maintained a reserved and humble expression on the surface, but his eyes involuntarily revealed a trace of arrogance and self-satisfaction.

However, she hid it well, such a look was just a flash, and not many people noticed it, and Cen Xiyan just saw it, but just glanced at her lightly, and then withdrew his gaze.

Cen Xihan's eyes looked at Mo Xianyun as if unintentionally, wanting to see the surprise and admiration for her talent on his face, but she was disappointed, Mo Xianyun sat in the seat, calmly drinking tea, there was no superfluous expression on his face, and he didn't even look at her, even her poems, he was not interested, and he didn't mean to appreciate and read at all!

Cen Xihan was hit hard by Mo Xianyun, but his fighting spirit was ignited in his heart! The more he didn't look at her, the more she wanted him to notice her, to pay attention to her!

So, I held the pen again and pondered, wanting to write more wonderful poems.

Next, Lin Xiaoyu's poems have also been praised by everyone! As another beautiful and talented woman in Sheng'an City, Lin Xiaoyu's attainments in poetry are naturally not inferior to Cen Xihan.

Cen Xihan's poems are more gorgeous and exquisite, while Lin Xiaoyu's poems are more vivid and lively.

Lin Xiaoyu has always thought that she is the concubine of the Lin family, and Cen Xihan is just the concubine of the Cen Mansion, Cen Xihan is lower than her in terms of status, and she is not comparable to her at all, which is why the two are equally famous, but they can become friends.

To put it bluntly, Lin Xiaoyu still has some despise Cen Xihan in her heart, but Cen Xihan can be a person, she feels quite comfortable getting along with Cen Xihan, she likes her feeling of holding her without a trace, so she does not exclude being a person in a circle with Cen Xihan.

Of course, Cen Xihan also knows what Lin Xiaoyu thinks of her, but it doesn't matter, she just wants this interpersonal circle to pave the way for her future.

Next, there were other noble women's poems that were well received by everyone, but Cen Xiyan never started writing, thinking that it would be best to mix up, but he really couldn't get through......

Then you can't think of a way to get past it......