Mu Zichuan suddenly calmed down, and after giving Yang Ruoqing a trusting look, he sat back down again.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, smiled and said to Mrs. Lin and the others over there: "Well, I came from the countryside, and I just came here to join in the fun just because I was holding Muzichuan's clothes."

"Since Miss Han is so kind and gracious, and I have eaten so many cakes from Mrs. Lin, it is unreasonable not to hum a few words!" she said.

Mrs. Lin smiled a little awkwardly.

Han Ruyi's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to urge Yang Ruoqing: "Miss Yang, please stop being modest and hurry up and let us listen to your masterpiece!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I don't dare to take it seriously as a masterpiece. I'm just a rough guy and I also write limericks."

"No matter what the poem is, you just need to read it out. The important thing is to participate." Mrs. Lin said again, looking at Yang Ruoqing with a hint of encouragement.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "I don't know how to chant Chun, but I grew up in the countryside."

"Every spring, the willow trees in front of and behind our village, on the field ridges, and by the ponds are growing happily. I will use the willow trees to write a poem!"

"Okay!" Mrs. Lin nodded, then raised her hand to signal everyone to quiet down and listen to Yang Ruoqing's poem.

Han Ruyi also sat down, her eyes following Yang Ruoqing, and the corners of her lips curved in a sarcastic way.

Just waiting for Yang Ruoqing to make a fool of herself, hahaha...

Here, Yang Ruoqing cleared her throat, and then, using her very distinctive voice, she read a poem with emotion:

"Jasper is made up as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors!"

After finishing the song, no one in the private room spoke.

In the air, something is changing subtly.

Yang Ruoqing blinked and glanced at the different expressions on everyone's faces, feeling doubtful in her heart.

what's going on?

Don't they understand He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"?

If you don’t understand, why don’t you plagiarize another poem by Meng Haoran?

The sound of stroking hands suddenly came from over there.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and saw that it was Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin's eyes brightened, but her face looked as if she was drunk, showing an expression of intoxication and aftertaste.

"The first three lines of this poem seem to praise the willow tree." Mrs. Lin couldn't help but comment.

"The third sentence is a question, and the fourth sentence is an answer. This seems to be a question and an answer, but it cleverly transforms the willow tree into the spring breeze."

"This poem praises the willow trees, but actually praises the spring breeze. Especially the word 'scissors' makes us feel the creativity of spring and the growth of all things!"

Next to her, Mrs. Li also looked intoxicated, echoing Mrs. Lin's words: "What Mrs. Lin said is absolutely true. In this poem, I also feel the creativity and vitality of spring."

Mrs. Lin continued: "Poetry is not the most beautiful only when it is piled up with gorgeous words."

"Return to nature and write something vivid and energetic, then the poem will no longer be dead, but alive."

"This limerick written by Miss Yang is really like her own poem, with infinite vitality. It makes people never tire of reading it. Every time they read it, they have different feelings."

"Thank you so much, Miss Yang, for bringing such good poems!" Mrs. Lin said again. The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her face turned red.

At this moment, many people in the elegant room also tasted a different artistic conception and nodded in approval.

The eyes that fell on Yang Ruoqing were filled with shock, and many people began to look at her again.

This made her face a little red.

It’s not that I’m afraid of being looked at, I’m not afraid even if ten thousand people look at me.

Red because I feel sorry for He Zhizhang.

Such creative and energetic poems were written by Lao He. She is purely a "porter".

sweat!

Beside her, Mu Zichuan, like Mrs. Lin and others, was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.

At this moment, he couldn't help but said to Yang Ruoqing a little excitedly: "Qing'er, I didn't expect that you could observe the willow trees in our village so minutely and use them to write such exquisite poems. I'm really ashamed of myself!

"

What he said was true.

Just now, even if he composed a poem for her, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the template of praising spring.

This girl still has a flexible mind, boundless energy, and boundless imagination.

She was his pride, and his waist suddenly straightened up a bit.

One person was unhappy, and he was extremely unhappy.

Yes, that person is Han Ruyi.

After the moment of astonishment, seeing the reactions of everyone around him, and hearing Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Li's high praise for Yang Ruoqing, Han Ruyi felt that this was a slap in her face.

She didn't care about her own demeanor and took the initiative to speak again.

"This limerick written by Miss Yang does have some flavor. It is made of willow trees and scissors, and there are quite a lot of props!" Han Ruyi said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "In our countryside, there are willow trees everywhere. As for scissors, there are even more. Scissors are needed for sewing shoes, sewing, and shearing sheep."

Han Ruyi frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashed across her eyes.

"Miss Yang's poems have opened Ruyi's ears. Ruyi wants to ask Miss Yang for advice. I wonder if Miss Yang would be willing to give me some advice?" she asked.

Is this... a one-on-one challenge?

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, and Mu Zichuan frowned beside her.

Qing'er can get lucky once, but good luck will not favor her again and again.

This Han Ruyi did it on purpose!

What should I do? Should I stop it?

Mu Zichuan hesitated for a moment.

And no one else, including Mrs. Lin, stopped her.

Everyone has their own thoughts, headed by Mrs. Lin, who wants to see if Yang Ruoqing has any other masterpieces?

And those represented by Han Ruyi wanted to wait for Yang Ruoqing to make a fool of herself.

Here, Yang Ruoqing showed a bit of embarrassment on her face, and she said to Han Ruyi: "How about a competition? My ink is only a little bit, I think I'd better forget it, I'll just admit defeat..."

Han Ruyi said: "We haven't even competed yet, so we're going to admit defeat? Then I won't be able to win!"

"Ah? Hahaha..." Yang Ruoqing laughed again.

"Miss Yang, please stop being modest. It's rare that the atmosphere is just right today. Let's compare notes. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. Mrs. Lin just said that the most important thing is participation!" Han Ruyi said again.

Yang Ruoqing looked around and then said: "Okay, okay, since Miss Han insists on asking me to compete, then I will play with you."

Han Ruyi sneered, "Okay!"

Then, she turned to look at Mrs. Lin and said, "Mrs. Lin, please give me the question."

Mrs. Lin thought about it for a while and said: "Since it is a poetry meeting, you two should write poetry this round!"
Chapter completed!