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Everyone's purse is embroidered with modern cartoon characters.

I don’t think much in modern times, but people in ancient times have never seen it.

One by one is so rare, holding the purse, I can't bear to let it go.

Du Feixue was no exception. She was also lightly towards Mu Qingwan. She was originally a lover of embroidery. At this moment, she couldn't help but marvel when she saw the pattern on it.

"Qingwan, what is your mind? How come there are so many novel ideas!"

As Du Feixue said, she couldn't help feeling it again.

"Compared to the princess, I am still far behind."

Mu Qingwan was humble.

When everyone came, Du Feixue ordered tea and snacks.

The ladies, leaning on the railing began to admire the peony.

"We might as well write a poem!?"

Sure enough, someone suggested.

Mu Qingwan's eyes lit up, and her lips were faintly smiling.

To talk about poems, three hundred Tang poems, Song poetry, Yuan tunes, she has a lot of inventory in her mind.

It's easy to come by.

"Then what is the name?"

Mu Qingming asked.

"Today we are appreciating peony, and it must have something to do with peony."

Du Feixue groaned slightly and said.

As soon as her voice fell, a maid sent a pen and ink.

The ladies, some frowned and thought, and some stared at Peony closely.

Du Feixue also said something in her mouth.

Mu Qingming was smiling slightly, holding a cup of tea, and drinking slowly.

Seeing Mu Qingwan had already thought about it.

At this time, Mu Qingwan took the brush and started to write.

The ladies are all meditating orally.

Although everyone is a lady who reads books and learns handwriting, they usually write poems and have fun occasionally.

Even if Du Feixue had the name of a talented woman, it would take a long time to think about it for a long time before a poem came out.

After all, there are too many things for women to learn, if they are all like men, where is it possible to start writing.

However, as soon as the topic was mentioned, Mu Qingwan had already begun to write it.

Looking at the posture she wrote, Wen Si was still like a fountain, and a bunch of words were written all at once.

There were already a few people who couldn't stand any longer, and they had already stood behind Mu Qingwan and looked at them.

"Who is the Yao and Wei family in the old days, I am willing to be a stranger from the official. The enchanting state before the wind and the moon, and the rich and precious flowers in the sky, it is really good!!"

After reading it silently, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What a rich and precious flower in heaven and earth!"

Seeing this poem made by Mu Qingwan, everyone praised it.

"Hua Po, his clavicle is young, and where is the arrow sand on his lips. Yushu in the backyard heard the song and shamed Chen Gong and said Lihua. It was really good!?"

Everyone commented one after another.

Du Feixue walked to the front and looked at her handwriting lowercase with hairpins, but the poems she wrote were so magnificent.

"Qingwan is really so talented!"

The young lady in the crowd couldn't help but marvel.

"Why do I look familiar with this verse!?"

There was an inconspicuous lady, tilted her head, looking a little confused.

Mu Qingwan frowned immediately, "This is what I just wrote, what do you mean by this!?"

Mu Qingwan dared to be so arrogant at this time. In fact, she knew that this era is overhead, and there are no such characters.

So it doesn't matter how she plagiarized.