Chapter 287 The Feast (7)
After they returned, one of them took a step forward and held up the painting in his hand: "The young masters said that this painting and poem are the best."
It is a picture of a hanging bamboo branch, with dark ink as the face and light ink as the back to draw a hanging bamboo.
There is a small poem inscribed in the upper right corner of the painting: Breaking the ground and Lingyun are constantly high, and the cold drive is the leader. Do not shed passionate tears of bamboo, but willing to turn the snow into the mountains for the spring.
Qu Jiayue leaned forward to look at it, and said with a half-smile, "Oh, if I remember correctly, this painting should have been made by Miss Nangong."
Princess Yuncheng nodded: "Exactly."
Qu Jiayue covered her mouth with a tender smile and said, "I really didn't expect that Miss Nangong is not only good at playing the piano, but also exquisite in painting and writing a good poem."
Princess Yuncheng looked at the painting and nodded again: "As expected, she is worthy of being the direct daughter of the Nangong family, and she deserves her reputation." After saying that, she called Nangong Tsing in front of her and gave her a jade ring with a white jade cloud pattern.
Nangong Teng bowed respectfully, took it generously, and then sat back in place with the white jade cloud pattern jade ring in his hands.
At this time, another maid came over with the poems written by the male guest.
"Princess..." The waitress looked respectful, "The concubine said that these are the three best poems written by several young masters. Please comment on the princess and the girls."
After Princess Yuncheng read it, she ordered other girls to appreciate it as well.
Nangong Yue was generally interested in poetry, so she glanced at it casually, only to recognize from the familiar handwriting that one of the poems should be written by the lobby brother Nangong Sheng.
On the contrary, Jiang Yixi, Nangong Tsang, and several other noble ladies were all in high spirits, and they commented on each poem, especially a poem called "Song of Bamboo".
Nangong Ting couldn't help but read it again: "One bamboo, one orchid, one stone, there are festivals, fragrance and bones, the whole house is full of gentleman's style, and the eternal green is green."
"Good poetry, really good poetry!"
"Especially the phrase 'Fragrant and Bone' is so wonderful!"
"..."
The ladies responded one after another, and even the eldest princess nodded frequently. In the end, the song "Chanting of Bamboo" won the top spot.
The first choice came out, and the girls were naturally more interested in the owner of the poem.
The maid went to the men's table to report the results of the girls' comments. After returning, she said the owner of "Bamboo Chant"——
Sincere King!
It is actually the sincere king of Changdi!
The girls were greatly surprised, only Princess Alina let out a tremella-like laughter and said proudly: "I'll just say, the fifth brother is a real civil and military."
A bright light flashed in Nangong Ting's eyes, but there was no difference in his expression, and he lightly praised: "What the county master said is not bad, His Royal Highness Prince Cheng is indeed both civil and military!"
The other ladies also looked at each other in astonishment. You said to me:
"His Royal Highness Prince Cheng is indeed Yunwen Yunwu!"
"This "Bamboo Chant" is really wonderful!"
"..."
Some of the girls covered their mouths and snickered while talking. The image of a man with a long beard reciting poetry and painting appeared in his heart, which was very interesting.
Seeing that all the girls were amazed at King Cheng's talent, Princess Alina said again: "I heard that the Dayu woman Shanqin, I wonder if I can ask the leader of today to play a song?"
Princess Alina is a guest. As long as she does not ask too much, the host will naturally try to satisfy her, let alone just playing the piano.
After Princess Yuncheng asked Nangong Tsang's opinion symbolically, she instructed the maid to fetch a piano and let Nangong Tsin play it on the spot.