Although everyone was watching Qiu Xiang, no one was talking.

So Liu Mingqi's uncontrollable "Ah" made everyone hear it clearly.

Even Qiu Xiang, who was wearing a soft satin long dress with white background and yellow flowers on Shu, and had straight hair draped over her shoulders, subconsciously looked at the person who was talking.

What she saw was a boy who opened his mouth wide and looked at him with incredible expression. After turning his eyes, he smiled slightly and pointed a little pink at Liu Mingqi.

Over the years, she has seen many young men like Liu Mingqi, and it is not surprising at all.

But I didn't know that Liu Mingqi was not fascinated by her at all, even this girl Qiu Xiang looked as beautiful as the legendary one.

In Liu Mingqi's eyes, this beautiful fairy with bright eyes and white teeth, a slim waist and a slim look at the flying fairy is almost exactly the same as the beautiful Xibe star I saw on movies and TV in his previous life.

If Liu Mingjing hadn't pinched him again, the boy would have wanted to stand up and ask: Miss, do you still remember the unfaithful talented man Chen Laoshi?

For a moment, Liu Mingqi's mind was in chaos.

In this other time and space, you can actually see familiar faces. Why doesn’t this make him feel excited?

There are four great joys in life, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land is one of them.

Liu Mingqi understood that this "foreign land" is too far away, so far that it is impossible for "old knowledge" to appear.

Qiu Xiang is a possibility, almost no.

So it just looks like alike.

But even if she just looks like her, she is still a fairy that Liu Mingqi is familiar with!

Seeing Liu Mingqi's distraught look, Liu Minghua smiled contemptuously: "It's so embarrassing to have no concentration!"

He himself didn't think about it. When he first met Qiu Xiang, his performance was not much better than Liu Mingqi.

Surprisingly, Liu Mingqi did not argue with him anymore, but just stared at Qiu Xiang.

The people around were not surprised.

There will be one such thing in every tea party, two fools, and when they see the hatred, everyone is fascinated by it.

Qiu Xiang doesn't care either.

She knelt in the master's position in the middle, and looked around with dark and deep eyes, making everyone feel that she had seen herself and subconsciously straightened her chest.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time." Qiu Xiang chuckled, "I have several new friends coming today, Qiu Xiang is very happy."

Everyone smiled slightly.

Qiu Xiang's smile has a special charm and can make people feel happy.

At this moment, Liu Mingqi called out "God" in her heart.

Why?

Because when Qiu Xiang smiled, she showed two cute little tiger teeth, which was the same as Miss Aya.

Awesome!

But since you can all show up, God, why don’t you let me have Chao Wei’s face?

Melancholy thoughts flashed by.

Qiu Xiang has already started making tea here.

After the maids brought the tools, Qiu Xiang skillfully began to clean his hands, warm the pot, hot the cup, wash the tea, brew, seal the pot, divide the cup, divide the pot, serve the tea...

The whole process was like flowing water, and the people present were refreshed and happy to see it.

Even though Qiu Xiang didn't say anything, her concentration still made people obsessed with it.

Even Liu Mingjing and Liu Minghua next to Liu Mingqi are the same.

Liu Mingjing even had saliva coming out.

When the tea was brought to him by the maid, he drank it all in one go regardless of the fact that it was still a little hot.

There are many people like Liu Mingjing, but they are all sitting on the right, and the one on the left is drinking tea, which looks elegant.

Liu Mingqi also realized at this time that the people sitting on the right were usually royal families and nobles, while the group of people on the left were basically scholars and scholars.

Qiu Xiang just brewed tea once and stopped in his hand.

The boy was curious and asked Liu Mingjing next to him, "Can we just sit here and have a cup of tea, listen to them brag and chat, and then leave?"

"No." Liu Mingjing said, "Everyone has the first cup of tea. If you want to drink tea later, it depends on your ability. If your remarks and poems satisfy Miss Qiu, you can drink the second cup or even the third cup."

"Only three cups?" Liu Mingqi shrugged. The teacup was not big, and three cups could not match a bowl of tea.

"Tsk, you can drink nine cups if you have the ability." Liu Minghua sneered: "After drinking nine cups of tea, you can still carry everyone home with you!"

"Oh? What do you say?" Liu Mingqi became interested.

"Haha, do you really want to eat swan meat for a toad?" Liu Minghua was even more funny.

"Look at you like you are a licking dog!" Liu Mingqi then replied to him, "We are the nobles of heaven, who are the swans and who are the toads? I'll tell you this to the emperor. What do you think he will think?"

Liu Minghua couldn't understand the meaning of "limbing dogs", but he also knew that Liu Mingqi didn't say anything good.

But he couldn't refute.

In fact, if he was not a clan of the royal family, Liu Mingqi could deal with him hard with this sentence alone, and no one else dared to say anything.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Liu Mingjing was a peacemaker in the middle, "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, listen to them quickly."

When Liu Minghua heard this, he looked up at Qiu Xiang, and immediately gave up the quarrels with Liu Mingqi, sat up and listened carefully.

"Today I have two poems to share with you." Qiu Xiang took out two pieces of paper from the box on the mat. "The first poem was written by the talented man Jing Ruisi of Jiangnan in spring. The name is 'New Thunder': 'Creation does not speak but has feelings. Every year, the cold turns into spring. All the flowers are looking forward to the first sound of the new thunder'."

Qiu Xiang's voice is very nice, soft but not monstrous, and thin but not sharp.

At this time, she was reciting the poems and deliberately augmenting a little bit of the voice. It sounded up and down, but it seemed to make people feel immersive.

"good!"

After her words, the Confucian scholar in his thirties, who was sitting on the left side of the first row, applauded, "Mr. Jing's poem condenses the urgent expectation of all things in spring to resurrection on a thunder. It can be said that love is connected, thinking is hopeful, and then a thunder thunder striking out... It's wonderful!"

Another Confucian scholar in his forties also praised him: "Yes, and the poems written by Mr. Jing are not empty and gorgeous, but are sinking into the lives of the people. This joy of spring comes not only by scholars, but also by everyone. Such a sense of fraternity is indeed admirable."

Both of them sat in the first row, and obviously they had different identities.

After the two of them, the talented scholars on the left commented in a verbal way, most of them saying it was OK.

On the contrary, the nobles and clans on the right all disagree.

They are not stupid idiots, most of them have learned poetry and books, so they feel that this poem is not as good as that.

But they wouldn't go to ruin the situation, because they could sit here, watch Qiu Xiang, listen to Qiu Xiang's words, and feel her eyes turning from time to time, and they were satisfied.

After Qiu Xiang finished reciting the poem, he started making tea again.

After a paragraph of discussion, she asked the maid to send out three cups of tea.

They were the two who spoke at the beginning, and there was also a talented man who tactfully criticized the problem of "the structure is not very rigorous and can be more compact."

There is not a cup of tea on the right.

But they were also used to it. Everything Qiu Xiang did was good, and what was angry was not there at all.

After finishing the second cup of tea, Qiu Xiang said again: "Then it's the second turn now... It's a coincidence that the author of this poem is on the table today, and he is He Xijun and Editor."

While she was talking, her slender jade finger pointed at a man leaning against the side of the first row, which happened to be the Confucian scholar who had just commented.

Seeing everyone's eyes coming, the Confucian scholar held his fists and saluted around him, "Shame, ashamed, I am so lucky to be able to appreciate my actions for everyone."

"Brother He Nian is too modest. Who doesn't know that you are well-read and knowledgeable?" A Confucian scholar in his twenties sitting in the first row smiled, "It is also a great honor for us to read your poems!"

Qiu Xiang chuckled and said, "The Commercial Review is very good, let's listen to this song "Summer Night Leisure Work" together! ...'The carved window is low and the painting railing is open, and the bamboo mat is bleak and jade is leaking. The rain sounds cool and the dream is coming. The lotus leaves are sending autumn."

"Tsk tsk! The sound of rain cooled into my dreams all night, and the autumn comes to the thousands of lotus leaves."

It was the first person who spoke just now, and he tapped the table with a fan and said, "Brother He Nian, your word "enter" is the finishing touch, which will improve the entire night's realm in an instant!"

"It is also about describing scenery and expressing feelings. I think Brother He Nian's poem is more profound than that of Mr. Jing." A Confucian scholar sitting in the second row spoke more radically.

"I think so too." Another person followed suit.

So there was another boast and laughter.

Liu Mingqi was quite bored and couldn't help but yawn.

"Why, are you tired?" asked Liu Mingjing, who happened to see him.

"No, it's too boring." Liu Mingqi said, "Mingjing, are you sure these are the top talents in Beijing? And that young master Jing, how famous are you in Jiangnan?"

Liu Mingjing pointed to the opposite side and said, "The first person on the left is Li Jingkuan, who was born in Tanhualang and was edited by the Hanlin Academy; the second person, that is, the one who wrote the poems, was He Xijun, who was also an editor of the Hanlin Academy; the third person, Chen Qinlie, and the fourth person, Shang Pu, were all reviewers of the Hanlin Academy.

The famous master Jing Ruisi they mentioned was Jing Ruisi, who was known as the number one talented man in Jiangnan. He was a juren three years ago. He was especially good at poetry. If it weren't for mourning for his mother for three years, he would have come to Beijing to take the exam. They were all the heroes of our Great Kang Dynasty!"

Liu Mingqi shook her head unconsciously.

It may be hard to say about a talented man.

But in terms of poetry writing, the poems written by these people are definitely third-rate!

"Evil everyone!"

At this moment, someone stood up beside Liu Mingqi. He interrupted everyone's jokes and pointed at Liu Mingqi and said, "My cousin disagrees with the poems of the two talented men. He thinks that their level is limited, and they are both more famous than real, so he cannot accept such praise at all."

"ah!?"

A group of people looked at Liu Mingqi.

Liu Mingqi also looked at Duke Lu in a daze.

Hurrah.

You guys are going to make trouble, right?

...

Note: The rush mat is a tatami used in Japan, and it is also what we have spread. Now most of their tatami are raw materials produced in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, just like the cabbage from Korean spicy cabbage. In fact, most of them are purchased from the Jiaodong Peninsula.
Chapter completed!