At this time, the boss Shen Qingluan suddenly said: "Miss Qin is right. Since I gave you the VIP post, I will not make it difficult for my master to take care of the girl. The girl here has the VIP post. But everyone wants to compose poetry."
Gu Fei sneered in her heart, compose poetry?
It's nothing more than making things difficult for her.
Do you want to give Er Shao Zhu's "Girl is 15 this year, and the two buns are not yet full" to you?
At this time, a girl came over at Shen Qingluan's signal and said to Gu Fei, "Miss Gu, please sit over here."
Gu Fei glanced at Shen Qingluan, her eyes full of mockery.
Looking at Qin Ying again, her expression showed arrogance and some provocation.
The many ladies and ladies around her were looking at the sarong she was wearing, with disdain in their eyes.
Damn it!
This is all a joke, right?
Gu Fei smiled slightly and followed the maid to the side and sat down.
Qin Ying smiled brightly at the leader and said, "Why don't you ask the princess to come up with a topic? Let's each write a poem to judge today's leader?"
Mrs. Protector smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I've prepared the lottery. "I'm worried that I won't be able to give it away."
Shen Qingluan raised her chin, "It just so happens that I just got a phoenix hairpin, so why not add it to the prize?"
She gestured to the maid next to her.
The maid opened the box and showed it to everyone, only to see a seven-tailed phoenix hairpin inside that was so bright and eye-catching.
A young lady smiled and said, "Ah, as expected of Miss Shen, such a good hairpin is actually used as a lottery ticket."
Shen Qingluan smiled brightly, "It's not worth anything, as long as everyone is happy."
"Please also ask the princess to give me a title. "
The princess was born in the palace of the Duke of Qin. Her father and several brothers were generals who led the army. The family did not have that environment, and she did not like poetry and lyrics since she was a child.
However, it was not difficult for her to ask a question.
The princess turned her eyes and saw several pots of white begonias in full bloom in the room. She smiled and said: "Let's use white begonia as the title. There is no limit on rhyme. It can be in five or seven words. It is easier to produce a good work if you are less rigid."
These ladies and ladies had known that there would be a poetry meeting today, so they secretly prepared a few poems for the occasion at home.
There are some who write about gardens, some about willows, and some about lotus.
Of course, no one was specifically planning to write Bai Haitang's poem, so they all began to think hard about it.
Naturally, Gu Fei couldn't compose poetry. Although she was a liberal arts student in her previous life, she didn't have the skill to write poetry.
She was just worried right now, what should she do if the poem she copied was too good?
She doesn't want to be in the limelight. Being known as a talented woman doesn't do her any good, so why would she do something that doesn't do any good?
If you don't write or write nonsense, you will feel uncomfortable being despised by these people, and you will lose your face.
The maids shuttled around the flower hall, offering pens and papers to the ladies.
Everyone here has a girl to help grind the ink and lay the paper, but they just don't care.
She was slowly polishing the ink by herself, and she had already memorized in her mind the song she once liked very much, Daiyu's "Ode to Bai Haitang" in Dream of Red Mansions.
It's just that this poem is too well written, so I dare not use it.
After a while, the ink was polished, and Gu Fei saw that several ladies next to her had already started writing.
Looking at Qin Ying who was busy writing, she seemed to notice Gu Fei's gaze. She looked over, raised her chin slightly, and showed a proud smile.
Gu Fei sighed, "Forget it, I can't pass the test, so I have to cheat. Mr. Cao, I can borrow your old man's poem for use."