These young men were stunned.

Even a man like Lu Jiulang, who has always regarded fame and fortune, and whose status and status are as good as dirt, was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Are you actually a maid?"

"My God, a maid writes seven poems casually. Are we so embarrassed to say that we are both outstanding in poetry and painting?"

The seven poems written by this person in front of him are not afraid to say that they are all classics. In his opinion, the poems are still a bit careless, but the spiritual energy in them can be seen if they are not empty-headed people.

This woman is really full of beautiful poems and should not be underestimated. Especially since she is still so young, she looks like she is in her twenties. After a few years, who knows how much she can achieve.

Of course, among the daughters of the noble families in the capital, there are many people who know poetry and articles. After all, the big families in the capital are also very troublesome in raising daughters. Most people do not have any saying that women are virtuous without talent, but some people's talents are just like the bright moon at night. No matter how bright the stars are, they will never be brighter than the moon.

The young men were admired and all wanted to communicate. However, they saw Yingying getting up, dressed in a maid, with a generous look. When facing them, they were neither humble nor arrogant, but they were respectful to their masters: "My little lady is still waiting to use fishing gear, so I will leave first."

This person is naturally Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Susu.

When she went out to get a fishing rod for Gu Xiang, she happened to see this group of young men playing. Zhao Susu has always liked poetry, and she thought it was quite interesting to read them. However, among these young men, Lu Jiulang, the most praised one, was just average.

At least Zhao Susu thought he was very ordinary and could not be said to have no talent. She could only say that his talent was not in control of his face.

Zhao Susu himself thought he was a little better than him.

Picking up the fishing rod, Zhao Susu slowly saluted and walked back to Gu Xiang. Gu Xiang laughed: "Sister Su is going to play, I'm taking care of the snow eagle."

Zhao Susu smiled: "It's not very interesting. I heard that Xiao Wang Jingshi came, but I wanted to go around... but I didn't see him."

Gu Xiang knew it.

The little Censor Wang mentioned by this "maid" is Wang Junkuang. When she was not married in the past, she was also a famous talented man in the capital. I heard that she wrote very well in poetry. Zhao Susu talked about it several times when she drank tea and chatted with them. When she was young, the princes in the capital liked the most was Wang, who had good looks, good character, and good poetry.

"The status of Prince Wang and Prince Wang in the hearts of the girls in the capital back then was not far from that of Lu Jiulang now. But in terms of character, Prince Wang and Prince Wang have to win a lot."

Zhao Susu lowered her head, wrapped the fishing rod for Gu Xiang, then took out a pair of gloves that exposed her fingers and put them on her. Her attitude was really gentle and respectful, and anyone could tell that this was not a joke. She was indeed the maid of the little lady in front of her, and she was very conscientious.

Not far away, the young men looked at this side with a little dull look.

The young ladies led by Gao Minru were also a little stunned.

Li Chengyu looked at Zhao Susu for a while very curiously, and was really envious. This girl looked very good, full of literary spirit and loyal. Her eyes flashed, she glanced at Gao Minru and others, and smiled and said, "How about we play poetry?"

Gao Minru smiled. Before she could speak, a pair of sisters from the Xiao family next to her smiled and said, "If you don't write poetry, we are attending the Yun family's spring banquet. We should play polo, throw pots, shoot archery, and play some fresh things. If you want to write poetry, how can we not write it?"

A group of young ladies should be.

The maids around them can write excellent poems by hand, but she doesn’t know how to write poems?

Mr. Fengming Yun Zizhan also valued it. No one would doubt the poetic talent in front of him at this time. There is no need to take the initiative to give him a chance to show it to his heart's content.

The little ladies' faces are very precious.

Gu Xiang naturally had no interest in writing poetry.

"I can't write poetry either, I have never learned it at all."

She can just copy a few poems, so what? Can she write about spring scenery like these little ladies now, and write about spring scenery when she sees spring scenery, and write about songs and dances when she sees singing and dancing, writing about year after year, month after month, and can’t she write about it every day?

If you really label yourself as proficient in poetry, you will definitely have a lot of trouble in the future.

Gu Xiang chose a piece of gentle stone, sat on the ground, set off the fishing rod and the fish basket, and started to catch fish. Zhao Susu's eyes lit up immediately and she swallowed her saliva in a vague way. She didn't know what the fish in the pond had grown up with. The scales were red, and they were fat and big ears. She hurriedly sat down and skewed the bait for her little lady.

Li Chengyu flashed his long eyelashes and blinked. He was curious and couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Sanniang, what did Mr. Yun and the others say just now? Can you tell me?"

In an instant, the young ladies present turned their heads. Even those who were not familiar with each other and even had a bad relationship with the Li family, they couldn't help but look at each other.

That's Mr. Fengming, who wouldn't want to know the internal information of Haoranting?

Gu Xiang blinked, pondered a little, and said seriously: "I said a lot. Let me think about it."

Mr. Yun Zizhan is a chatterbox.

Li Chengyu stared at Gu Xiang without blinking, and the others couldn't help but gathered over.

"Well, Mr. Yun said that when he was young, he was the most decent person among the literati in the capital. Even the late emperor admitted that in terms of appearance, others were far from him. He also said that Wang Xianggong was the best to eat the piece of meat on the butt of the pig, thinking it was particularly delicious. On the contrary, the mutton, the beef had a strong smell and astringent taste. He also said that his wife actually liked it back then... Well, I won't talk about this, it involves privacy."

Gao Minru: "..."

The little ladies were speechless.

Li Chengyu rolled her eyes: "Sanniang, you are really good at joking. Forget about anything else, the pork meat smells smelly everywhere and is not delicious at all."

Gu Xiang nodded: "I think so, too."

Except for the pigs she has dealt with carefully or raised in the blessed land of her cave, the pork smells strong nowadays, and it is really hard to eat.

Gao Minru frowned slightly, because the nonsense of the Li family's outer wife was a little unhappy, but naturally she didn't say anything. At this time, she was in the Yun family. She didn't want to make any mistakes in such an occasion. Her eyes trembled slightly. She looked at Gu Xiang's fishing rod and raised her eyebrows: "The fish in this pond should be all ornamental fish. If the little lady wants to fish, it's better to go out and go outside. There are a lot of fish in the river."
Chapter completed!