This old man came and left as soon as he said, he looked like a blind man, he was much more unrestrained than Lao Tzu. Lin Wanrong stared at Uncle Wei's figure in a daze for a while. Old man Wei's background doesn't seem to be simple. Not only does he climb high walls like nothing, but he is so familiar with the personnel and affairs in Beijing, he should not be a small person.
Thinking back carefully on old man Wei's words, there are mysteries everywhere, but they are not so clear. It's understandable for Yi to help Xiao's family and make friends with Xu Wei, but it makes people wonder what he said that his opponent is in the capital? I don't even know a grasshopper in Beijing, who is my opponent? This blind old man is always hesitant to speak.
Lin Wanrong thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it. Anyway, sooner or later he was going to Beijing, and he would know when the time came. Running around today, riding horses and fighting, he was already exhausted, and fell on the bed in a daze, dreaming sweet dreams.
This sleep lasted until noon the next day, and no one came to disturb him. In the past few days, the eldest lady always came early to ask him to go to work, but today was an exception. It must be that the eldest lady was considerate of his tiredness.
Sleeping late is comfortable, Lin Wanrong stretched his arms, got up and walked around the garden. Passing Yabin servants, when they saw the third brother appearing, all rushed to salute him: "Third brother, good morning." A few pretty ones dared to wink at him. Lin Wanrong joked with them for a while, feeling refreshed and full of energy.
Such a leisurely life will not last for a few days, and the end of the New Year is coming soon. After the New Year, I will go north to the capital, where I will start from scratch again. Lin Wan felt emotional for a while, enjoying this rare leisure time, and took a slow walk in the garden.
It was already the cold winter time, the flowers were withered and the leaves were everywhere, the garden looked very bleak, Lin Wanrong walked a few steps, feeling dull.
"Spring is not the day for reading, summer is hot and you are sleeping. Autumn is breezy and winter is coming. If you want to study, you will wait for next year." A burst of reading sounds entered Lin Wanrong's ears. I rely on you. This poem is so talented that you don't need it all year round. read.
He followed the prestige, but saw Young Master Biao with his right hand behind his back and a scroll in his left, walking back and forth shaking his head. This good poem comes from his mouth.
"Master, morning, it's not time for lunch yet, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Lin Wanrong stepped forward and said with a smile.
When Young Master Biao saw Lin San, he was overjoyed immediately, grabbed his hand and said, "Lin San, Lin San, what's going on, what do you think?"
"How about what?" Lin Wanrong asked strangely.
"This poem is the one I read just now, what do you think?" Young Master Biao said happily.
"One word, very good!" Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up and said: "As far as the young master is concerned, this poem is no different from an ancient quatrain. I don't know where the young master copied it—oh, where did I hear it."
Guo Wuchang said triumphantly: "What did you hear? I'm afraid you will be scared to death if I say it. I made it myself. I signed up for this poem in yesterday's poetry competition and passed it on the spot."
Poetry Competition? Oh, I forgot if I didn't mention this, the poetry competition held by that girl Luo Ning with my money will be grandly held at the end of the month. He glanced at Young Master Biao and said, "Why, do you still have to sign up for the poetry competition? I thought I could go if I wanted to."
Young Master Biao cut his throat and said, "How is that possible? The Poetry Contest is a high-level literary event. Talents from several provinces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, as well as from the capital, have to pay a small poem on the spot to be shortlisted. How can those unknown juniors enter as soon as they say it? This poem is what I handed over to the competition yesterday to write, how about it, it has some style."
Your kind of doggerel, third brother, I can piss ten poems in the time it takes to urinate, Lin Wanrong smiled, and didn't hit him anymore, just said: "By the way, young master, something big happened in the mansion last night, do you know ?”
Guo Wuchang nodded and said: "When I returned to the mansion this morning, I heard from Si De and the others. It is really tragic that Si De, a child, was beaten like that. Damn, I was not there yesterday, if I was there , make sure that these dogs can't find north even if they look at the sun."
Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up, and said it much better than what I sang: "Oh, so that's the case. Master Biao, weren't you at the mansion last night?"
Guo Wuchang gave a sneaky smile, glanced around, and then whispered: "Lin San, we have a long-term relationship, and there is nothing to hide from you. Last night, my old friend in Miaoyufang found another little sister. The two of you They waited on me together, saying that they wanted me to taste something different. I spent the night desperately. Tsk tsk, that taste is so fucking better than being a fairy."
I'm sweating, so I went to play Shuangfei, what a pair of adulterers and concubines, I despise you, from the top of the head to the second.
"Lin San, when I signed up at the bookstore yesterday evening, I heard some good news." Young Master Biao said with a smile, "I heard that this time the poetry competition is not just about poetry competitions?"
"It's not just as simple as the poetry competition?" Lin Wanrong asked with a smile: "Could there be a song competition and a dance competition?"
"That's not true. This poetry competition is held every year, but no year is as good-looking as this year." The young master Biao looked around mysteriously, and then he leaned into Lin Wanrong's ear and said: "I did it yesterday. I bought some top-secret insider information for half a tael of silver. I heard that this year's poetry competition is not just a simple poetry competition. Miss Luo Ning, the most talented girl in Jinling, is going to use this poetry competition to choose a husband."
"Choose a son-in-law?" Lin Wanrong was shocked, isn't she, this chick just confessed to me yesterday, why did she turn around and choose her son-in-law
"It's absolutely true." Young Master Biao said firmly, "This news has already spread within the Jinling Academy, and everyone is talking about it. Think about it, who is Miss Luo? Not only does she look like a flower , talent and learning are the number one in Jinling, and she is the daughter of Governor Luo. Whoever wants to marry her is holding a golden baby. Those hopeful sons and sisters have already gone to hide and retreat, and strive to be in the competition. He won the first prize at the poetry meeting, and returned home with a beautiful woman in his arms."
Seeing that Lin Wanrong still didn't believe it, Young Master Biao became a little anxious: "Why don't you believe it? You know Hou Yuebai, right? It's the young man you beat up. Haven't you seen him for a while?"
On that day's outing, Lin Wanrong did not see Hou Yuebai, so he nodded, and the young master Biao said proudly: "That's right, let me tell you, he has long since hid in the house, does not go out of the door, does not leave the door, and studies hard every day." Poems and books, with heads hanging from the beams and buttocks pierced, are just for the purpose of marrying Miss Luo back home."
Young Master Biao spoke clearly, as if he had witnessed this matter with his own eyes. If there is one person in this world who has the hope of surpassing me in fooling around, it must be Young Master Biao. This kid doesn't go to the Sun newspaper to write news, it's really fucking inferior.
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Master, if Miss Luo can really choose a husband based on poems, you will have a chance."
Young Master Biao said righteously: "I am loyal to my two cousins, so how could I do such half-hearted things? This time I signed up, I went purely for the purpose of studying knowledge, how can it be as vulgar as you said-oh , Lin San, do you think I really have hope?"
"If you go, there is hope. If you don't go, there is no hope." Lin Wanrong said flickeringly.
"That's true." Master Biao nodded: "Lin San, you are very good at couplets, but you don't know how to write poems? Can you compare with me? Oh, I don't mean the ones you copied."
Damn, composing poems is the same as prostitution, both of them need jq, so I'm not so coquettish. Lin Wanrong shook his head, and Young Master Biao said regretfully, "It's a pity, it's a pity, without Lin San's company, even though I am known as a master of poetry, I'm afraid I will be very lonely in this poetry competition."
Lin Wanrong is sweating profusely, you are more or less like a beast in the poem, the shameless appearance of this young master is quite similar to my demeanor back then.
"Third brother, third brother—" Side's voice came from afar, Lin Wanrong and Master Biao looked up together, and saw Side walking over cautiously holding a big bowl in his hand.
Seeing that his face was bruised and swollen, Master Biao said: "Si De, if anyone dares to challenge you in the future, you can report my name as Master Wuchang, and mention Lin San by the way, and I will guarantee that you will be fine."
Si De respectfully said: "Thank you, Young Master."
Lin Wanrong saw that he regarded the alms bowl in his arms as a treasure, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "What did you take, it's so precious?"
Si De looked at him with reverence and said: "Third brother is indeed very knowledgeable. I went back and tried the method you said last night, and the pain was relieved a lot. No, I woke up early this morning, Go find some."
"What did you find?" Lin Wanrong yawned.
"The boy is peeing." Si De said.
Lin Wanrong and Young Master Biao hurriedly retreated a few steps, with shock on their faces. Boy pee? Are there still virgins in this world? Si De didn't notice it and said: "Third brother, young master, when I just went out, I heard that this year's poetry competition will start at the end of this month."
Young Master Biao covered his nose and said, "Oh, I heard that this young master is also shortlisted."
"Congratulations, young master." Si De hurriedly patted his horse and said, "I just heard people say that this year's poetry competition will be very lively. Not only talents from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, but also young masters from the capital have come. Years are rare."
Don't see me too much, the more people come, the more money I will waste. Damn, do you think I'm a good Bodhisattva? Lin Wanrong saw Si De hugging the boy tightly to pee, he was a little funny, and said: "No matter how many talented people come, they can only recite a few poems. what?"
"Third brother doesn't know something. After many small inquiries, I finally got a piece of great news." Si De said mysteriously: "I heard that the talented Miss Luo is going to ask for a marriage."