"Yes, how about we go to a dinner party first..."

Others who were good friends with Li Taiping were trying to smooth things over, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

After all, there are so many powerful people here. If the relationship is not good, it will not only offend Yang Ruoqing, but also offend many other powerful people, including Mr. Lu Yuan's wife, Mrs. Lu, and Li Taiping will also be blacklisted.

This is not worth the gain and is meaningless.

"A cup of tea!"

Yang Ruoqing looked at the painting in front of her. At this moment, she was very focused on it, and her whole temperament changed, as if she suddenly had an air of elegance.

But in fact, when Yang Ruoqing closed her eyes, she was not thinking about how to write a poem.

Rather, I am thinking about which poem should be used better.

With the glory of the whole world behind her, there are so many poems she can use.

She does not produce poetry, she is just a carrier of poetry.

In response, she could only sneer and want to provoke her in this regard?

Ridiculous, sad, deplorable!

A cup of tea?

The ladies of the powerful family all stared at Yang Ruoqing, and they were all stunned.

Only Wan Qingchun looked at Yang Ruoqing with admiration. In his eyes, his sister Qing was perfect, without any flaws.

When it comes to composing poetry, let alone a cup of tea, it only takes seven steps to complete the poem. That is a matter of minutes.

It just depends on whether Sister Qing is in a good mood and whether she is willing or not.

Shen Biyu's eyes showed shock, but the corner of her eyes revealed the suspicion in her heart.

What's the matter, she doesn't believe that one can compose poems that will be passed down through the ages over a cup of tea?

It might be possible if it were those great poets who have left their names in history, but Yang Ruoqing was just a businessman in the capital. Apart from Dream of Red Mansions and a few novels, there were no famous poems circulating in the capital, so how could he write them seriously.

And Li Taiping looked at Yang Ruoqing.

There was a look of shock in his eyes.

He really never thought that Yang Ruoqing would actually compete in poetry.

He originally thought that he had already apologized. Even if it was not sincere, it was still an apology. At most, he would apologize at the banquet later and that would be the end of it.

After all, he has so many people of the same age who will plead for mercy and explanation for him.

However, Yang Ruoqing did not choose those plans, but faced it all calmly.

Time for a cup of tea?

How could this be written? Isn't this an obvious attempt to find fault?

Why do we have to make such a big fuss and make everyone feel uncomfortable along with it?

Do you mean to embarrass everyone?

Li Taiping only has this resentment in his heart now.

As for how unpleasant his own words were, he didn't care.

Actually, even a peaceful person like Yang Ruoqing was angered.

After only a short while, Yang Ruoqing's closed eyes opened.

"Master Lu... I already have two poems here. Do you want to read them all out?"

"Two poems?"

Lu Yuanding's smile stopped instantly.

Isn't this really a joke?

Shen Biyu was also stunned.

How can this be?

Even saying it makes people feel incredible.

"Two poems, I personally feel they are okay, so let me do them one by one." Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and said calmly.

Yang Ruoqing took two steps, and then smiled sweetly: "Under Lu Nu's east window, there is a rare sea in the world. The coral reflects the green water, which is not as bright as the brilliance. The fragrance is blown by the wind, and the good birds return at sunset. I would like to be a southeastern branch and hold it low.

Fluffing Luo Yi, we have no one to climb and break together, leading us to look at the golden gate."

Yang Ruoqing didn't pause at all, but said it in one breath. In this way, it didn't look like a written poem, but like it was read.

As soon as her poem came out, Lu Yuanding's eyes suddenly lit up.

While he was chanting and pacing, the more he thought about it, the more wonderful he felt.

This poem has this feeling.

It matches his current picture scroll very well. There is no word for painting in the whole text, but in fact, the essence of the picture scroll has been expressed.

The fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds are complemented by people and flowers.

I didn't deliberately show off my literary talents and use all kinds of flashy words that people can't understand.

Instead, it uses simpler words to describe the rich connotations.

"Haha, this is the poem. Madam, please submit a poem."

Lu Yuanding's face turned red with excitement, and he couldn't help but hand the brush in his hand to Yang Ruoqing.

"Master Lu, I have another song here."

Yang Ruoqing did not mention the poem on the scroll, but continued.

Everyone was speechless. Isn't it enough to have an amazing poem?

Is there really going to be another song? This is really outrageous.

A smile appeared on Yang Ruoqing's lips.

These people still have the ability to appreciate. This poem was written by the poet Li Bai in another time and space. This level is naturally extremely high.

But the shock brought by one song is not enough.

"It rained and winded for three days in the East Garden, and the peaches and plums scattered all over the ground. Only the camellias were more durable, and a few red ones bloomed in the green bushes."

Shen Biyu was also listening carefully. After hearing this poem, all the doubts and disdain in her heart disappeared.

This is a truly talented woman. In comparison, she seems to be petty and petty. This time she is completely outclassed.

"Now that I'm done, Li Jinshi, it's your turn."

"You don't need to do two songs, just one."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Li Taiping, the corners of her lips curved.

At this time, Li Taiping's face turned gloomy, his fingers pinched in, and he did not dare to speak.

These two poems are really amazing, how could he do it so well?

He is indeed a Jinshi and a talented scholar, but he is still within the scope of normal people, but now Yang Ruoqing has transcended the scope of normal people.

This is a genius with extremely high talent, how can this compare?

At this time, he was extremely regretful. Why was he so stubborn just now?

If I had apologized frankly before, it would probably have been over.

Finally, he looked at Yang Ruoqing and wanted to say a few words to save face, but in the end he couldn't.

After Yang Ruoqing stared at him for a while, he finally made up his mind and chose to be a lowly person.

"Mrs. Yang, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I don't have the level to write good poems. I have slandered your character. I take back what I said before. Please forgive me."

Li Taiping bowed deeply and saluted.

He understood that if he didn't admit his mistake now, he would have no chance.

There is only one last chance, and only the most sincere apology can save the situation.

"Okay, I accept your apology. You must be more careful when speaking in the future. You must not lose the etiquette of a scholar."

Yang Ruoqing expressed her forgiveness generously. Anyway, this Jinshi named Li Taiping was already a lowly person. This kind of literati who had no power to restrain a chicken was just fine. There was no need to pursue him to death.
Chapter completed!