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But before picking up the pen, he still looked at Su Changan and found that Su Changan wiped his mouth with silk, then looked at the fish in front of him with a slight smile.
A moment!
Levi thought again, so beautiful!
But looking at Su Changan, Le Wei inexplicably felt, is he worthy of Su Changan?
Of course, the others also looked at Su Changan in the same way.
It can be said that everyone looking at Su Changan at that moment, to put it bluntly, is good-looking!
Especially Meng Shaoan.
Xia Zhixu did not go with Meng Shaoan to sit next to the Eighth Prince, but sat at the very back.
It was Xia Zhixu who pulled Meng Shaoan over there because it was comfortable to sit there.
However, it was indeed comfortable. After all, at the end, not many people could see him, so the prince sat very casually.
And watching Meng Shaoan looking at Su Changan, he kept saying things like "Well, we're familiar! I'll definitely introduce you to each other after this is over."
Meng Shaoan kept thanking him, only because this talented man from Xiangzhou felt that it would be a pity not to get to know such a woman.
As for other things, Meng Shaoan didn't think about them for the time being, but he felt that he was single too, so he could think about it.
And this kind of thinking.
It’s not just Meng Shaoan, Li Wei and the others who think so.
After all, a gentleman loves a beautiful lady. All the talented men present, without exception, looked at Su Changan and had some thoughts in their minds, so even though there were graceful dancers on the stage, they all stopped.
But he had already started thinking that he must perform well next time. Even if he couldn't win the beauty, he must let Miss Chang'an know him.
And
It's not just men.
Some women also have this idea.
just
Those young ladies who had come with their families were all very depressed at the moment.
I had wanted to come here today to overshadow Su Changan and see what this "chicken leg beauty" who is famous in the capital looks like.
But before he even entered the Zhonghe Hall, he had already been defeated.
Now seeing her wolfing down her food and eating with such relish, and seeing how beautiful she looks, it really makes me angry!
Su Linhan was originally wondering who was the man her elder sister loved, and since she said it was in the palace, she would definitely not lie to her.
So Su Linhan took a pen and even wrote down many people's names, thinking about them one by one.
But after looking around, I really couldn't think of anyone, and I couldn't help but want to ask Su Changan.
But they found that everyone around them was looking in their direction.
Then he turned his head and saw Su Changan eating with great relish.
It’s exactly the same as the poetry reading in early winter!
But unfortunately, this time it is a palace banquet!
She was so scared that she immediately looked up at the empress, but found that the empress was not looking at her. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and thought about persuading Su Changan not to eat like that.
But she hasn't spoken yet.
Su Changan asked her if she wanted to eat the sweet and sour fish.
Helpless, he had to send the dish on his table over.
But seeing his elder sister eating so happily, he didn't know what to say for the moment. He just looked at the empress secretly, hoping that nothing improper would happen in front of the palace.
The celebrities of the Imperial College were sitting on the left, actually not far from where Su Changan and the others were.
Master Yao and Mr. Shuiyun had seen this scene at the early winter poetry gathering, but they did not know whether to laugh or cry when watching it. Even if they were really hungry, they could wait until the palace banquet was over before eating. How could they eat so much in front of His Majesty and the Queen Mother? It would seem like they were violating etiquette.
But at the same time, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Su Changan was Su Wenqing's granddaughter, and the current Majesty didn't care about this at all.
Xun Kuang looked at the expressions of Wen Zhegu, Zhao Shi, Ji Shuying and the other people in the palace, smiled and moved closer to Wen Zhegu, and said, "That's it. It's because there are not many dishes that can be eaten with hands in today's palace banquet. If there were Hu Bing and Shuipen Lamb, it would be truly pleasing to the eye."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhegu looked at Mr. Shuiyun.
Mr. Shuiyun nodded: "That's right."
Wen Zhegu smiled bitterly and looked at Su Changan again: "After meeting Changan today, I realized that it is not the way to eat slowly that is good-looking."
Ji Shuying smiled and sighed: "The woman is so beautiful, it's really worth the trip to this world. And she is so elegant."
At this point, Ji Shuying shook her head helplessly and glanced at the daughters of dignitaries who came in their best attire today. There was no need to compare anything, they had already lost miserably.
Especially when Ji Shuying saw that one of the rich girls was secretly imitating Su Changan, she could only smile helplessly, thinking that she was just imitating someone else.
Xun Kuang curled his lips and said, "Just say it directly. The way Miss Chang'an eats is as beautiful as a painting. Aren't you tired of quibbling over words all the time? Who are you telling it to?"
Wen Zhegu rolled his eyes at Xun Kuang and didn't bother to pay any attention to him.
However, Wen Zhegu looked at other people, especially those who would present poems tonight, and found that everyone was looking at Su Changan.
Even if some people didn't look at it, they were still staring at the dishes on the table.
He smiled, looked at Xun Kuang and asked, "How about a bet?"
Xun Kuang was stunned for a moment, then immediately asked, "What are you betting on?"
Wen Zhegu said, "Didn't you say that Chang'an will definitely be the best palace banquet tonight, like the early winter poetry gathering, and no one will dare to write poetry anymore?"
Xun Kuang nodded, but frowned when he looked at Wen Zhegu: "Old Wen, don't set a trap for me. What I said is that they don't dare to read their poems, not that they don't dare to write them. The poems will be written out and presented to His Majesty later, so writing them out will also count as writing."
Wen Zhegu glared at Xun Kuang: "I'm not as shameless as you!"
Hearing this, Xun Kuang nodded immediately: "Okay, what's the bet!"
Wen Zhegu immediately said, "That painting of a rainy night in Yangzhou you have. I lost, so you can take whatever you want from my place."
Xun Kuang frowned.
Master Yao said, "I'll join in the game too. If I lose, I'll take the black turtle inkstone."
Wen Zhegu was surprised and asked, "Is Chang'an the best?"
Master Yao nodded.
Seeing that Master Yao was so generous, he nodded without any hesitation.
Wen Zhegu looked at Mr. Shuiyun, Zhao Shi, Yuan Ruxi and others again.
But these people all shook their heads and refused to participate.
One to two.
But Wen Zhegu didn't feel that he was at a disadvantage.
Old Master Mu Xu was sitting in the first row in front of them, at the table next to Old Master Yao, so naturally he heard clearly the bets made by the people behind him.
but
Mu Xu looked up at Su Changan and thought, this is what eating is like!
Then he looked at the other talented men and women who were looking at Su Changan in astonishment and with strange expressions, and shook his head. He felt that the game had not even started yet, but he had already lost halfway. What the hell was going to happen next?
However, when he glanced over, he saw Yang Guofu, who was staring at the dancers with lustful eyes, from the side of Li Hun and He Li.
Mu Xu's eyes flashed with a sly look, and he stood up with the wine cup in his hand and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Queen Mother, I will offer you a toast first."
Upon hearing this, Xia Fengxiang and the Queen Mother smiled and picked up their wine glasses.
Mu Xu drank the whole drink, and then said, "Your Majesty, how about we get straight to the point? I'm getting impatient."
Hearing this, Xia Fengxiang smiled and said, "In that case, Master Jijiu will preside over it. I am also a little curious about what poems will be born tonight."
While saying this, Xia Fengxiang glanced at Su Changan intentionally or unintentionally.
As a result, when I saw Su Changan still eating, I almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, I immediately looked away and held back my laughter.
From the time when Su Changan started to feast on the food.
She noticed it.
But after all, I can't stare at it all the time, so I can only glance at it from time to time.
The first thing I saw was Su Changan eating.
I think it's still as beautiful as usual!
Looking at it again, hmm, it still looks good, but why does the oil at the corners of the mouth look so cute? I didn’t notice it before!
Then looking again, the empress couldn't help but want to go up and pinch Su Changan's face.
So Xia Fengxiang tried not to look at himself. Although his appearance while eating was not good, the queen was really too beautiful!
Hearing His Majesty's words, everyone looked at Mu Xu.
Of course, the dancers on the stage and the music on the side stopped.
Mu Xu cleared his throat and said, "I won't say much. It will be the same as in previous years. After writing down your poems, you should present them to His Majesty. If you are confident, you can recite your poems in this hall. But I'll tell you first, don't write anything embarrassing. There are so many people here."
When everyone heard Mu Xu's words, they felt helpless.
But when old people like Su Wenqing, who had known Mu Xu for a long time, heard this, they all smiled and shook their heads.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Mu Xu immediately said, "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and write."
As he spoke, he ran towards the old tutor and Yang Guofu with the wine glass.
No one dared to say that Mu Xu's behavior was disrespectful in front of the palace. After all, the empress and the empress dowager didn't say anything.
Those who had already prepared to present poems and perform at the palace banquet naturally picked up the paper and pens that had been placed on the side of the table and started writing.
Of course Su Changan also heard what Mu Xu just said.
So he put down his chopsticks reluctantly and picked up the pen.
Write about Mid-Autumn Festival
There are so many poems that can be written.
However, there are not many unique ceiling levels.