Naturally no one would refuse such a proposal from Jin Muchen, and this kind of game is a common game played when noble ladies and noble princes gather together in the capital.

Cen Xiyan was a little speechless. He felt that the entertainment programs of the ancients were really poor.

Cen Hongyi ordered his servants to break off a branch of tiger-hoove plum, bring it to the house, and put it in a porcelain vase to suit the occasion of the game. He also ordered some fruit wine and aged plum wine to be used as punishment cups.

The title of the game this time is guessing. The method is to hold objects such as melon seeds, lotus seeds or black and white chess pieces in the palm of your hand, and let others guess odd or even, number or color. The one who guesses correctly wins, and the one who does not guess may perform a show.

Or be punished by drinking.

This time they used melon seeds to guess odd and even numbers. Since there were ten participants, they drew lots and divided them into five groups. Each group guessed each other twice. After one round, the lots were mixed and the groups were drawn again.

In fact, there are so many people playing, and because writing poems and painting is very time-consuming, it is estimated that this game will only be played for one or two rounds, and the time will be almost lost.

In the first round of Cen Xiyan, the person drawn turned out to be Cen Xiqin! This is really a narrow road for enemies!

Although Cen Xifen has restrained herself somewhat, the hatred occasionally revealed in her eyes still did not escape Cen Xiyan's eyes.

But Cen Xiyan didn't care at all, since eyes couldn't kill anyone, she just pretended not to see him.

Seeing Cen Xiyan's calm and calm look, Cen Xifen felt even more hateful and itched her teeth, almost to the point of internal injury.

At the beginning of the game, Cen Xiyan first guessed the odd or even number of the melon seeds in Cen Xifen's hand. He was lucky and guessed an even number. He guessed correctly. Cen Xifen wanted to secretly throw away one of the melon seeds in his hand so that Cen Xiyan could lose.

Cen Xiyan had made a fool of herself. She didn't believe that this wild girl who grew up in the countryside could really write poems and paintings.

But with so many people watching and in full view, it was really hard to do anything. Cen Xifen gritted her teeth secretly and had to put away her thoughts.

But it doesn't matter if she loses. She has talent, so naturally she is not afraid of this kind of losing method that can show her face. So she asked the maid to bring a pen and paper, looked at the tiger hoof plum in the porcelain vase, and began to think deeply.

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In the first round of the five groups, the winners and losers were announced. Cen Xihan's opponent was Jin Muchen. Cen Xihan was the loser. Her expression remained unchanged, she was reserved and elegant, and she maintained her good ladylike demeanor. She asked for paper, pen and paint.

In the Cen Mansion, on the surface, the relationship between Cen Xihan and Cen Xifen was very good. Because Cen Xifen wanted to write poetry, Cen Xihan wisely chose to paint, so as not to overshadow Cen Xifen because of the same type of works.

, making her feel embarrassed.

Seeing that Cen Xihan asked for paint, Cen Xifen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Among the losers, except for Cen Xihan who painted, everyone else chose to write poetry.

Cen Xihan's painting skills are very good, and his "Picture of Plum and Snow" made everyone nod and admire it. It was a little limelight.

Cen Xitong, Cen Hongyi, and Cen Hongyi are also losers.

Cen Hongmian's poems have won unanimous praise from everyone, and are naturally the most outstanding works.

Cen Hongyi's "Ode to the Plum Blossoms" is a lot more formal. After all, the Cen family is a family of martial arts. As the heir apparent of the Hou family, Cen Hongyi will inherit the title in the future and should be more martial-arts. Compared with Cen Hongyi

, in terms of poetry, it is a little worse.

Cen Xitong's poems are also good. Although they are not as good as Cen Hongmian's poems in terms of charm and are slightly more delicate, they are better in their delicacy and touchingness. Among women, they are considered to be of a high level.

Everyone else was a little surprised. Among the ladies in the Cen Mansion, Cen Xitong was the most low-key and insignificant one. When did she have such literary talent?

After Sang Qingzhi saw it, he couldn't help but nodded and said two words: "Not bad."

After receiving the word Sang Qingzhi, Cen Xitong was a little excited, a bright look burst out in his eyes, his face was slightly red, and he said softly and humbly: "Thank you, Cousin Sang, for the compliment."

Cen Xifen's expression was a little ugly. Although her poems were pretty good, they were much worse than those of Cen Xitong.

I thought that since Cen Xihan didn't write poetry, she wouldn't be compared with men. Among women, she must be firmly number one. Unexpectedly, she was overshadowed by Cen Xitong!

Cen Xifen's head felt hot, and she couldn't hold it back, so she opened her mouth and said: "Humph! Cousin Sang just complimented you casually, what are you so proud of?! Do you really think you are a talented woman? Compared to the fourth sister, you are far behind.

Got it!"

When Cen Xitong heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, he pinched his handkerchief and defended in a low voice: "I'm not proud..."

After living in the Cen Mansion for so many years, Cen Xiyan naturally understood the temperaments of the sisters in the family. Because she wanted to live a stable life, she deliberately acted low-key and reduced her sense of presence.

Because Cousin Sang was here today, she couldn't help it, so she didn't hide her attainments in poetry, but she didn't want to arouse Cen Xifen's resentment. Cen Xitong secretly regretted it.

"Not proud? Huh! Why are you pretending? I think you are very proud!" Cen Xifen said.

At this time, most of the people in the room couldn't help but frown. Cen Xifen's behavior was really too much, and it also lost the face of Miss Cen's family.

Cen Xihan secretly cursed an idiot, reached under the table to pull Cen Xifen's sleeves, and winked at her, telling her to stop saying a few words.

Cen Xifen was already glaring at Cen Xitong, with undisguised dissatisfaction and disdain on her face.

Sang Qingzhi frowned tightly and shot a sharp look at Cen Xifen. She felt that this Miss Cenba was really unruly, too unruly and willful, and in need of discipline!

However, because of what Cen Xiyan said before, that he was not qualified to care about the Cen family's family background, he actually endured it and swallowed the scolding on his lips.

After realizing that he was affected by Cen Xiyan's words, Sang Qingzhi's brows suddenly furrowed even deeper, and he felt very awkward and uncomfortable.

Cen Hongyu clenched his fists and looked very unhappy. Cen Xitong was the only biological sister in his family who had the same father and mother as him. Being insulted so unceremoniously by his cousin would naturally make him feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for the fact that he had guests.

Yes, and Cen Xifen is from a girl's family, and she is also the first cousin of his second wife, he really can't help but want to beat her up!

However, before Cen Hongmian could stand up for his sister, Cen Xiqin couldn't stand it any longer. He glared at Cen Xifen and said, "What are you doing? In front of the guests, you are so unreasonable and making trouble, you can't even bring shame to the Cen family."

Don’t you care? Besides, everyone can see that in fact, Fifth Sister’s poetry is better than yours. Why are you so angry at Fifth Sister? Are you not convinced? If not, you can do something.
Chapter completed!