Listening to the snow forests, plum trees are planted everywhere. This is the time when the plum blossoms are sprinkling in the faint fragrance of people, and it is so beautiful.

This poetry meeting, which was gimmicked to raise donations for the soldiers of the border, is actually not much different from the ordinary poetry meeting. The difference is that the other end of the tent is filled with male guests drinking and enjoying flowers. Either the father and brother of the female guests or husbands, or young talents who are admired, the atmosphere at the female guests becomes a bit subtle.

The title of the leader is not something that everyone can win, so at least you have to write a beautiful poem that stands out.

There is no need to say anything about chatting and enjoying flowers, and soon the stage of writing poetry is coming.

The plum blossom poetry meeting was naturally based on the theme of plum blossoms. Everyone who participated in the poems spread rice paper in front of everyone, and the maids presented their pens and ink.

Cheng Wei's desk was empty, and a maid wearing rose red and red came over to lay paper and grind her ink.

Let's remove this, I won't write a poem. Cheng Wei raised his eyes and said to the maid, then his expression subsided, pinched the maid's note in his hand.

The maid was kind and responded with a sound of yes and removed her pen and ink.

Cheng Yao looked at Cheng Wei and smiled: Why did cousin Wei remove the pen and ink?

If you can't write poetry, you can't use it. Cheng Wei said lightly.

Cheng Yao was surprised: Why did I hear the prince say that my cousin is involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so how can I not write poetry?

Cheng Wei looked at Cheng Yao, his eyes moved down, and fell on the rice paper spread in front of her, and pursed his lips and smiled: This is what I am like, I can't do my best, so I'll just stop being ugly. My cousin's wife should focus on writing poetry, and don't be anxious if she can't write it then.

Cheng Yao seemed to have already been confident. She was not anxious at all and said in a little embarrassingly: I don’t agree with what Wei Cousin said. In a poetry meeting, there will only be one person at the best. If everyone is like Wei Cousin, they will not participate if they cannot do the best, then how many people will contribute to the soldiers of the North?

Cheng Wei sighed lazily: My cousin's wife's words are interesting. Who said that I can't contribute to the soldiers if I don't write poems?

She waved and a maid came forward: What instructions does the girl have?

When I handed this over to the Duke of Wei, I said that I could not write poetry and was embarrassed to offer my ugly words, so I donated some money in advance to show my feelings. Cheng Wei handed a small box into the maid.

The maid was stunned and then saluted: Yes.

Cheng Yao stared at the maid's back and sneered secretly.

Is this a waste of money to cover up the ugly things? I don’t know how much money can a big man like Cheng Wei donate? Ten taels and twenty taels or one hundred taels.

A poetic event like this. She was so stupid that she was so stinking to the stinky thing when she made her move. She was so stupid that she was not pleased with money.

Cheng Yao kept the thought of watching jokes and kept paying attention to the maid's movements.

At this time, Tao was listening to the praise and flattery of his daughter-in-law. He was in a good mood and ate a few more bites of the snacks.

At this time, the maid wearing rose red and a girl came forward and saluted: Madam, this is what the cousin asked her to give to you.

Tao's eyes swept the inconspicuous box in the maid's hand and frowned: cousin

Yes, the cousin said that she could not write poetry, so she donated some money in advance to express her feelings. The maid replied.

Tao's smile froze, and he glanced at Cheng Wei from afar, thinking that this really is like a mother and a daughter. Han is just an ignorant person, and it was her daughter's turn. He actually gave up.

You can't write poetry, at least you can fill it up. Just say that directly, and you can't. Take a small box to fill it up, which will completely lose all the face of the Duke's Mansion.

The more Tao thought about it, the more embarrassing he felt. When he looked at Cheng Yao sitting next to Cheng Wei, his previous disgust was mostly dissipated.

No matter what Meng's privately, at least it will never be embarrassing on the scene.

Forget it, if Meng can keep being at peace, she will turn a blind eye. Who asked her son to ask for it herself?

A wife sitting next to Tao said: Is the cousin the cousin who was accepted as a disciple by the national teacher?

The wife who spoke was the wife of the Master Zhang, and her status was one of the best among the noble ladies present. Originally, this kind of poetry meeting would never be involved. However, because she was the name of raising donations for the soldiers of the border, the wife of the head of the civil servant, and the curiosity of the national disciples who cured the infertility of the young daughter-in-law, she attended.

It was precisely. Tao felt shameless and handed the small box to the maid behind him.

Another lady said: The disciples of the national master acted differently from ordinary girls, and I don’t know what was in this small box.

Another lady smiled and said: We are not uncommon for jewelry and other things. Maybe it is the treasure given to our cousin by the national teacher. Mrs. Duke, please open it quickly and let us take a look, so it will be more eye-opening.

Tao's face was hesitant and had already scolded Cheng Wei half to death in his heart.

Now, even if she wants to keep a low profile, she can't do it. If there is anything good in the box, it's amazing to have a jewelry worth 180 taels. If there are a few beads or something, then the Duke's Mansion will be so shameless.

After Tao's hesitation, the ladies couldn't help but look at each other. While curious about the things in the small box, they had some ideas.

Han, who was standing beside him, finally couldn't help but speak: Since it was something that Wei'er donated, my sister-in-law would open it and take a look. Today's poetry party was originally for this. At that time, who wrote the poem and who donated a lot of money, just to write it down clearly.

How could her daughter take out a hundred and eighty taels of stuff to embarrass her?

At this point, Han was extremely confident.

Everyone looked forward to it, and Han asked bluntly, and Tao couldn't say anything else, and forced a smile: Since that's the case, let's see what was in the box that Wei'er sent.

Tao was upset when he saw the small box with ordinary material, and signaled the eldest maid Qing'e to open it.

Qing'e opened the small box and saw a stack of paper notes lying inside. She had a normal expression at first, then her eyes suddenly opened wide and she was stunned.

Seeing that the old-fashioned maid had lost her composure in front of all the ladies, Tao couldn't help but frown and shout: Qing'e

Qing'e came to her senses and looked at the box in her hand again. She felt extremely hot. She carefully held it in front of Tao. When she opened her mouth, her voice trembled: Madam, there are silver notes in the box.

Well, it turns out it's a silver note. No wonder the box is not big. You count how many you have and remember it for your cousin. It's her intention. Tao said lightly.

The minimum denomination of the silver bill in the silver house is five taels, and there are probably a few hundred taels in this box. Although it is not as good as the gift given by the national teacher, it is much better than a few jewelry.

When Qing'e saw that the eldest maid was not moved, Dow wondered.

Qing'e handed the box with her hands tremblingly: Madam, there are ten thousand taels of silver notes to be continued.
Chapter completed!