"Sister Ning, what's wrong with you?" Qiaoqiao was startled, and hurriedly hugged her, pinching and kneading her gently.
Luo Ning let out a long breath, slowly opened her eyes, and said weakly: "Qiaoqiao, big brother—did big brother lose?"
Before Qiaoqiao shook her head, she heard someone shouting outside: "If you can't do poetry, then you should quickly back down and don't hinder other people's competition."
When Zhao Kangning and Wu Xuean saw Lin San showing such timidity in the first round, their faces suddenly showed a bit of contempt. Only Hou Yuebai was puzzled. The Lin San he knew was not someone who would give up so easily. In other words, he never lost.
Lin Wanrong glanced at the booing people, and said with a smile: "I can't recite a poem containing the word plum, but it doesn't mean I can't sing plum."
He drank the glass of wine in his hand, walked slowly for a few steps, and said with a little drunkenness: "Wanling and Qianshan carry white heads, and God-given rouge gently wipes cheeks. Asking where Lan Zhuchun is, the jade bones and ice muscles are dark." Xianglai."
"Okay—" this time it was Luo Yuan, Qing Shan, and Guo Wuchang who took the lead in yelling, and the hall was full of people who knew the goods, and there was a burst of applause.
Xuezheng nodded with a smile and said, "From far to near, using metaphors well, there is no snow and no plums in the whole sentence, but it is praising plums in the snow. Sure enough, there are some tricks. This song about plums should be based on this gifted scholar. "
Both Zhao Kangning and Wu Xue'an looked ugly, they didn't expect Lin San to take the lead in the first battle. The two didn't dare to belittle any more, Zhao Kangning thought of the reputation of his couplet, and even scolded himself for being stupid, how could he not know how to write poetry when he met the right person? Only Hou Yuebai was used to Lin San's prominence, so it was not a big surprise.
Luo Ning, who was hiding behind the curtain, patted her chest lightly, and said angrily, "Brother, this guy scared me to death, so I don't care about him anymore—"
Qiaoqiao laughed out loud, and said lightly: "Ignore him? I don't know who is the one who will go to see him the fastest later?"
Luo Ning said shyly: "He is your husband-in-law, so you naturally speak for him. Why didn't you laugh at others when you were in the bridal chamber that day?"
The two women giggled together. Qiaoqiao said: "Sister Ning, elder brother is most tired of this genre of poetry. It is not easy to make this poem today, and I specially took the first place in the first round. This is all for you. Now you can rest assured, Don't faint anymore."
"I hate it." Luo Ning blushed slightly, and whispered: "Qiaoqiao, don't get me wrong, my brother and I have no, no, no—" She was too shy to say anything, and even fools wouldn't believe it up.
Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "Sister Ning, if you have such thoughts, you should tell me earlier, there will be fewer twists and turns in the middle, and you will be less lonely. Brother, you don't know, but anyone who is right If he is nicer, he will treat you a hundred times better."
Luo Ning hummed lightly, and dared not speak anymore, Qiaoqiao sighed slightly, but felt a little sour in her heart.
The first ten-to-six match was considered complete. Lin Wanrong ranked first, and Zhao Kangning, Wu Xuean, Hou Yuebai and the other two talents entered the top six.
Seeing that the least favored kid turned out to be a dark horse, everyone was naturally a little surprised, so they started asking around for his name. When they heard that this person was Ding Linsan from Xiao's family who lost the king of the rivalry at the banquet in Luo's mansion, he was suddenly astonished, this Ding is really talented. As a little servant, he can enter the top six of the Jinling Poetry Contest, how can it not be impressive.
The second round was six to four. The two talents next to Lin Wanrong barely passed the first round. After watching other people's performances, they felt very depressed. They thought they were more talented than the first four.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two of them, Lin Wanrong knew what they were thinking, and said with a smile: "You two brothers, don't be depressed. The theory of this poem is originally just a joke. If you care too much, you will fall behind."
The two men saw that he was not intoxicated, and he was so close to others, they really admired him, they clasped their fists and smiled at him, drank the fine wine in front of them, and felt that their mood had improved a bit.
The master sang loudly: "In this second round, only four talented scholars can advance. Please give me the word from Master Cheng De, the Commander of the Jiangsu Metropolitan Government!"
The black-faced Cheng De stood up and said in a loud voice: "I, Cheng, was born in the army. I am a rough man and I am not very proficient in poetry. Today I asked this question but it is difficult for me. I saw that the wine and food on the boat are very rich. Then take the word wine as the title."
All the talented scholars understand that this time, they all commanded the adults to come up with a wine word question, but there is a lot of room for others to play. Whether the writing is good or not depends on the artistic conception.
This time, it was the young prince Zhao Kangning who stood up first and said: "Student Zhao Kangning, drink a poem: I can't sleep with wine, and the falling flowers stain my green clothes. When I get drunk, I look at the moon on the stream, and it's rare for a bird to return to a person." Zhao Kangning's drinking poems It's a bit tasteful, and it's about the beautiful thing about going to Huaxi to drink at night, which is not bad.
Hou Yuebai also stood up and said: "Students also have a drinking poem: I want to pick pear blossoms to make new wine, and the Qinhuai River is full of mist and rain. Listening to the wind in front of the Xiaozhuang mirror, half covering your face is sorrow." This poem is a boudoir. Resentment, the artistic conception is good, a bit better than Zhao Kangning's song.
Wu Xue'an smiled slightly, and chanted loudly: "Flying rain blowing the scales is approaching dusk, light clothes and unadorned dances are like ordinary dust, the jade flute is broken and we drink together, sitting in a secluded pavilion and the moon shines on the soul."
Xuezheng and Luo Min nodded together. In terms of momentum and artistic conception, among the first three, Wu Xue'an was the best.
Everyone's eyes fell directly on Lin Wanrong. This servant has too many miracles, and no one knows what he will do. Lin Wanrong stood up and said with a smile: "Which little brother, bring me some paper—"
Earlier, a young servant had kindly offered paper and pen, but Lin Wanrong threw the brush and inkstone aside, took out the pencil and wrote a few words: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. Xinghua Village”
When the boy hung up the calligraphy and painting, everyone looked at it curiously, and some even read it softly.
Luo Ning pushed aside the curtain, looked at the picture secretly, frowned, thought for a long time, then clapped her hands happily and said, "I see, big brother won again this time."
Qiaoqiao was puzzled and said: "Brother won? Why didn't I see it."
Luo Ning whispered a few words in its ear, Qiao Qiao took a closer look, isn't it? At the moment, I was also overjoyed and said: "Brother likes to make some weird things, to whet people's appetite."
Lin Wanrong patrolled for a week, his eyes fell on Wu Xue'an, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Wu, you are a talented scholar in Beijing, can you do me a favor. Read this poem."
Wu Xue'an said disdainfully: "What's so difficult about this? It rains during the Qingming Festival, people are going on the road in droves, and people want to die! May I ask the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy? Point to Xinghua Village! Although your poem has some flavor, it is not as good as mine. "
Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Those who don't know how to taste poetry will think this poem is ordinary."
He took out a pencil, drew a pause in the middle of the verse, smiled at Master Biao and said, "Master Guo, please come and read it."
Guo Wu saw his name at three o'clock, stood up immediately, and said triumphantly, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road want to die. May I ask where is the restaurant, and I specifically pointed to Xinghua Village."
Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then there was a wave of applause. It turned out that this poem was a stanzas poem. Different sentence breaks become two completely different poems, and what's more, the two broken poems are both very charming and extraordinary. In this way, Wu Xue'an was compared.
Wu Xue'an lost such a big ugliness, her face turned red like a pig's liver, and after a while she said: "It's not for me to play tricks."
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I want to write a hundred poems on drinking, and sleep in a restaurant in Jinling City. The emperor can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a minister of wine! What's the problem if I recite a hundred poems about drinking? It's just I don't bother to use those methods to win you." Only Lin Wanrong understands this, and no one else understands it.
Everyone listened to him casually chanting good sentences, how could they not accept it. Young Master Biao and everyone have already slapped the table board loudly, this Lin San. It is simply the blessing of the Xiao family. In this round of competition, Lin Wanrong deserved to take the first place again.
Luo Ning's face was flushed with excitement, and her eyebrows were smiling like a flower. Qiaoqiao imitated her tone and said: "Brother and I really have no, no, nothing—"
"You bad girl, you're making fun of me like that." Luo Ning patted Qiaoqiao lightly, her eyes full of charm.
Qiaoqiao sighed softly: "Sister Ning, don't make a mistake, the elder brother is my husband-in-law, if you want to enter my house, you have to pass the little sister first."
Luo Ning blushed until her neck, and said softly: "Whoever wants to marry you—my sister, I will forget all the good things you and my elder brother did in my boudoir, so you will spare my sister, okay?"
The third round was the most important thing. Through the performance of the first two rounds, Lin Wanrong overwhelmed everyone, and has already evolved from a dark horse to a favorite candidate to win the championship. In this round, apart from Lin Wanrong, there are three talents.
The master said: "The third round of fighting poems begins. This round invites Lord Governor Luo Min to come up with a question."
Luo Min stood up slowly, patted her big belly and knew: "Today's poetry competition, all the heroes and talents are so romantic, it is really wonderful. As the governor of Jiangsu, the governor of a province, I saw the emerging talents in this competition. Naturally, I am very pleased to have so many talents. It just so happens that my daughter Luo Ning is in her twenties, and she likes poetry. I also want to take advantage of this poetry competition to find a good family for her, which has helped me for many years. wishes."
Seeing that Luo Min didn't come up with a topic, everyone first mentioned the legendary Miss Luo's selection of her son-in-law, and they all immediately became excited. This is the biggest highlight of this poetry competition, and a legend of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies will be born. Although most talented people can only watch the fun, but they are lucky to be able to experience this grand event in person
Luo Min continued: "There are two criteria for choosing a son-in-law for a young daughter. One must be outstanding and extraordinary, and the second must be that the young daughter can be pleasing to the eye. Only then can the young girl pass the test. Needless to say, everyone in Jinling City can testify.”
"Hey, Mr. Luo, please come up with the test quickly, I'm a little hungry." Lin Wanrong interrupted the old man Luo's eloquence with a smile, which attracted everyone's laughter.
"Brother has always been so bad—" Luo Ning looked at Lin Wanrong from behind the curtain, blushing.
Luo Min said: "Okay, since that's the case, the old man will not waste everyone's precious time, so I will come up with the topic. This is a solitaire poem and a palindrome poem, called Chun Xia Qiu Dong. Each sentence is a season. The old man reads the first One sentence. Oriole cries on the banks of the willows and the spring is clear and the night is bright—please continue, all talented scholars.”
After hearing this poem, all the talents changed their faces. It turns out that this sentence is not only a palindrome poem Yinchun, but these ten characters also contain a seven-character quatrain, which can be read separately and added to the palindrome, which is: "The ying cries on the shore and the willow makes the spring clear, and the willow makes the spring clear and the night moon shines brightly." "On a bright moon night and clear spring, we will make willows, and in clear spring, we will make warblers on the bank of willows."
Lin Wanrong also stuck out his tongue secretly. This old man Luo wrote a poem, and there are so many tricks in it. Damn, he obviously didn't want people to answer it. I just won't let you do what you want.
Following Luo Min's sentence, the next sentence should be Yong Xia. But this poem is really too difficult. Wu Xue'an and Zhao Kangning looked at each other, not daring to answer, this Luo Min really deserves to be the number one scholar.
The governor looked around and said with a smile: "Four young masters, have you ever been able to catch up?" Seeing no one answered, he asked again, with a wider smile on his face.
Qiaoqiao in the backstage said anxiously: "Master Luo has such a difficult question, don't you want to recruit a son-in-law for your sister?"
Luo Ning also stomped her foot fiercely and said, "What is daddy doing? Obviously, I don't want to recruit a son-in-law. But he forced me to come. Now that my eldest brother has finally entered the semi-finals, he has come up with such a question to make things difficult Brother, I really hate people."
Qiaoqiao sticks out her cute little tongue, and secretly laughs in her heart, this Master Luo is not only embarrassing for the eldest brother, why don't you say it.
Luo Ning sighed softly: "Qiaoqiao, in fact, this matter is not that simple. After my grandmother's birthday that day, that little Prince Ning actually entrusted someone to come directly to propose marriage—"
"Propose marriage?" Qiaoqiao was surprised and said, "Then sister, did you agree?"
Luo Ning glanced at her with a wry smile and said, "Silly girl, if you agree, is there still this matter of recruiting relatives?"
Qiaoqiao nodded and said: "I understand. It turns out that Master Luo is using this poetry contest to select a son-in-law to reject the young prince."
Luo Ning said softly: "The selection of a son-in-law is only one aspect, and there are many things behind it, which is exactly what Dad wants to think about, and it is beyond our daughter's control. After Dad spread the news of the selection of a son-in-law, I am still in the dark Guli, according to my opinion, I would never do such a boring thing. But Dad also has his considerations, and in the end he also agreed to me, this selection of son-in-law must be the one I choose."
"I see, that's why you asked elder brother to come to this poetry competition. It's up to you whether you are talented or not, and whether you like it or not." Qiaoqiao suddenly realized.
Luo Ning nodded shyly, not daring to say any more.
"But which son can continue this sentence?" Luo Min asked again with a smile.
The people in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay. Originally, they thought that there would be a fierce fight between the four and the two. How could they know the question of the governor, and it stumped all the talents, not only Ning Xiaowang and Wu Xue'an did not respond, even the blockbuster Lin San was also silent. In this way, wouldn't it be possible for no one to take another step forward
"Brother, hurry up—" Luo Yuan and Qing Shan watched secretly anxiously, and kept breathing.
Seeing Luo Min's self-satisfied look with her big belly, Lin Wanrong couldn't help being amused. Seeing the extreme silence in the hall, he stood up and said with a smile, "Lord Luo, I want to read a poem."
Everyone in the hall was in an uproar when they saw someone standing up, and it was the black horse Linsan who broke through the barrier all the way, and they became even more excited. But when I heard that he was going to recite poems, I was a little disappointed. This is a solitaire poem. What do you want you to recite poems for? If you can't connect to Master Luo's poem, then there is no need for this competition.
Wu Xue'an lost his reputation in the last round, and has accumulated grudges towards Lin San, upon hearing his words, he couldn't help but sneer and said: "This is Solitaire, what's the use of you reciting poems?"
Lin Wanrong laughed three times and said: "Whether it is useful or not, you will know after listening."
Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, what good poems make you so elegant? Please come and listen to it."
Lin Wanrong nodded, and read aloud: "Xianglian's clear water moves the wind, and the water moves the wind and the sun and the moon are long; the long moon and the day are cool and the wind moves the water, and the cool wind moves the water, and the green lotus is fragrant."
Before everyone in the hall understood, Wu Xue'an's complexion changed drastically, and Zhao Kangning and Hou Yuebai also understood immediately, with unbelievable expressions on their faces.
Luo Ning silently chanted twice, then suddenly shouted: "Brother Lin won."
"Hush—" Qiaoqiao raised her slender index finger, signaling that the two of them are eavesdropping, but don't let anyone know. She was no longer surprised by her elder brother's ability, and she didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words, and said with a smile: "Sister Ning, you can rest assured now, as I said earlier, elder brother will never let people down."
Luo Min applauded and laughed: "Okay, okay, Mr. Lin is really talented. Only you can pass this test."
Except for a limited number of people, the others didn't understand the trick. A young master in the audience stood up and said, "Lord Luo, why did Lin San win this round? The students don't quite understand."
Luo Min smiled and said: "Then let me explain it to everyone. The first sentence that the old man wrote is Wing Chun, and the second sentence should be Yin Xia. The poems that Mr. Lin sang are just the palindrome of the original poem. , His chanting sentence for summer is—the fragrant lotus, the clear water, the wind, the wind, the sun and the moon are long."
Everyone thought about it for a while, and then they understood. In an instant, the applause was like a wave and lasted for a long time. The difficulty of this question posed by Luo Min is obvious, and Ding Linsan's ability is really not small.
Lin Wanrong stood up, bowed back, and said with a smile: "By mistake, let me give in."
This spring, summer, autumn and winter poem should have been four sentences, but now there are only spring, summer and no autumn and winter, but the other three can't follow it. Lin Wanrong saw Luo Min's eyes swivel and kept coming towards him. Could it be that this old man wants me to match the autumn and winter? Damn it, don't play with me. He hurriedly said loudly: "Lord Luo, who won this round?"
He was the only one who answered the solitaire poem, and it was obvious who would win. It was originally a four-to-two final, but only one can be entered, and the competition ended early. Naturally, some people were not convinced that Lin San lost the laurel crown.
Just as Luo Min was about to answer, he saw Cheng De standing up and saying: "Wait a minute, Lord Luo, all the lords, it is agreed that there will be four rounds of competition, but after only three rounds, it will be over. According to the officials, For the sake of fairness, it's better to have another round of competition. It's also good for me to wait and see all the talents, don't you think?"
Everyone didn't want to see such a wonderful poem fight meeting end in a hurry, so they all responded with a bang. Luo Ning stomped her feet anxiously behind the stage and said, "How can these people not believe what they say?"
Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong, as if asking for his opinion. Lin Wanrong cursed inwardly, you old man, you don't even want your daughter's happiness? He even asked me what I was doing.
Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xue'an, a talented scholar in Beijing, Wu Xue'an immediately got up and said: "Master Cheng and Master Luo gave the three students a chance, and the students represent the young prince and Brother Hou, and asked Mr. Lin for advice."
Just as Hou Yuebai was about to speak, Zhao Kangning gave him a hard look. Master Hou was afraid of the power of the little prince, so he dared not speak, and was naturally represented.
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Mr. Wu is easy to say. This poetry competition itself is extremely fair. Now, in the last round, you should be humble and allow Xiao Ke to win. Mr. Wu has lost the opportunity, but how can I ask for advice?"
The defeat of the three of them was witnessed by everyone, when Lin Wanrong asked such a question, Wu Xue'an was suddenly speechless. The audience below became restless and shouted: "One more round, one more round—"
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "However - since everyone's momentum is so enthusiastic, and Brother Wu is so sincere, I can't allow it, it's too unreasonable. The rules are the rules, and they can't be broken. How about this, let's think of a compromise Brother Wu, pour a cup of tea yourself, deliver it to Xiao Ke, and call Mr. Lin, it’s okay for us to play another round.”
This method is to force Wu Xue'an to admit defeat and become a teacher, even if he turns back in the last moment, but the ceremony of honoring a teacher has been done, even if he wins, it is equal to not winning. Scholars are extremely noble, and now they are fighting poetry again, under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could Wu Xue'an want to bow her head, snorted but did not speak.
The audience below were not happy, Luo Yuan took the lead and shouted: "Pour tea, pour tea—"
The atmosphere in the audience was warm, Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled, while Cheng De remained silent with a dark face. Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xuean, Wu Xuean gritted his teeth in desperation, stood up and poured tea, brought it to Lin Wanrong and said, "Mr. Lin, please use tea!"
Lin Wanrong sat on the chair without getting up, took the teacup, nodded and smiled like an old pedant, and said, "You can teach a child, you can teach a child!"
The master said loudly: "This is the last round. The two talented scholars compete, and they can choose topics freely."
Wu Xuean gritted her teeth angrily. He waved his hand fiercely and said: "No need, I only publish one poem, limited to a cup of tea. Please Mr. Lin match one. If he matches, I will be considered as the loser."
Everyone saw that the most critical moment had come. This talented man in Beijing seemed to be completely enraged, and a good show was about to be staged. He had already suppressed his breath and listened to his questions.
Wu Xue'an slowly walked a few steps in the hall, thinking of the humiliation suffered today, her heart became more and more indignant, and said loudly: "With wood is also a chess, without wood is also the same, remove the wood on the side of the chess, adding a debt is cheating, Longyou The diving scene is bad, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs."
This is a true portrayal of his mood today. He is a well-known talent in Beijing, he was invited to participate in the Jinling Poetry Contest, and he thought he would have a great success, but he didn't know that he read the wrong poem first, and then he had to learn from his teacher in public. For a scholar like him who is proud and famous, it is really unbearable.
As soon as Wu Xue'an's words fell, someone in the hall shouted, "Hello, although his poem is secretly cursing, but it is also very witty. He is indeed worthy of being a talented scholar in Beijing, and he has some knowledge." Lin Wanrong glanced into the hall, and saw those applauding people secretly looking at Zhao Kangning, they were obviously the little prince's eyeliner. Damn, play this with me. When I was playing this, you were still playing with yellow mud and urine, Lin Wanrong sneered.
Encouraged by the crowd, Wu Xue'an felt that the "insult" he had received earlier had been reduced a bit, so he became more courageous and said loudly: "Young Master Lin, it's time for a cup of tea, maybe you can be right?"
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "It's just for entertainment. Brother Wu, don't worry too much about it. I'm wrong with this poem."
Wu Xue'an happily said: "Why? Could it be that Brother Lin, you admit defeat? Is this really unusual?"
"Admit defeat?" Lin Wanrong snorted coldly: "Brother Wu, to tell you the truth, the word "admit defeat" has never been found in my dictionary. What I am afraid of is that if you match this poem, it will embarrass you too much."
Zhao Kangning stood up and said, "Lin San, don't talk nonsense, quickly read the poem you made, if you can't match, you will automatically step aside."
Lin Wanrong glared, and shouted angrily: "Lin San is also called by you? Little prince, could it be that you forgot the promise you made that day?"
Zhao Kangning's face was flushed red, and he gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Then please Mr. Lin, quickly answer the poem."
When they came out, some people in the hall knew what was going on, but most people didn't know why, but seeing that the young prince was reprimanded by Lin San, they didn't dare to talk back, they were all very surprised.
Lin Wanrong laughed: "Since Brother Wu and the young prince are so kind, Xiao Ke will give it a try. Brother Wu's poem is extremely interesting, what kind of dragon or tiger, what kind of shrimp or dog, it is really powerful Very much. It seems that you talented scholars in Beijing are dragons and tigers, and we Jiangnan scholars are all useless small shrimps in your eyes. This is too small for our Jiangnan talented scholars."
Wu Xue'an's poem was just satirizing Lin Wanrong alone, but after he expanded it infinitely, it became a criticism of Jiangnan talents. Most of the people in the hall were Jiangnan scholars, and now Lin San seems to represent Jiangnan talents. Scolding, suddenly yellow mud fell into the crotch, it was either shit or shit.
When Wu Xue'an let out his poems, he never thought about these things at all, never thought that Lin San was so cunning, and in the blink of an eye he drew Jiangnan talents into his camp, and he really made a big mistake. Mr. Wu secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and dared not speak again.
Lin Wanrong hehe said: "Since Mr. Wu underestimates me as a Jiangnan talent, I can't be polite. Today we are on the Qinhuai River, and I will use flowing water as the topic: water is a stream, and no water is a stream. Remove the stream Boundary water, adding a bird is a chicken (chicken), a proud cat is more powerful than a tiger, and a phoenix without hair is not as good as a chicken."
"Okay, okay—" The applause in the hall was like thunder, spreading across the Qinhuai River. This is all from the heart of the people. In this last round of battle, Lin Wanrong was calm and magnanimous. Not only was he not afraid of Wu Xue'an, a talented scholar in Beijing, but he also learned his insults intact, which was extremely beautiful.
Wu Xuean's complexion turned pale, Zhao Kangning's complexion was livid, and he was speechless.
Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat off his brow, damn it, doing these bird poems is more tiring than fighting a war. For this chick Luo Ning, this talent has put in a lot of effort this time.
Luo Min applauded and laughed: "Okay, okay, okay, the four rounds of this poetry competition have come to a successful conclusion, Mr. Lin is extremely talented, and being crowned the leader is what everyone expects."
Lin Wanrong was calm in his heart. Except for winning the championship, everything else was expected, and there was nothing to be surprised about.
Guo Wuchang was cheering for Lin San, but a member of the Xiao family hurried over and said something in the ear of Young Master Biao. Guo Wuchang was startled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
"Lord Luo, what does Miss Luo think of our Mr. Lin?" Someone in the hall shouted, everyone burst into laughter, and the hall was full of noise. This is the highlight of this poetry competition, how can you don't talk
"Is this—" Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled and said, "The matter of choosing a relative is ultimately up to the little girl. Come on, please hurry up, miss—"
As soon as Luo Min finished speaking, she saw a little maid walking out from behind the curtain, holding a hibiscus tent in her hand and a brocade handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks. She walked up to Lin Wanrong, blessed her, and said with a smile: "Mr. Well, these two things were given to the young master by my lady, and I asked the young master to compose a poem with them."
What do you mean, Lin Wanrong looked at the hibiscus tent and the mandarin duck handkerchief, as if seeing that little girl Luo Ning with a red face hiding behind the scenes and secretly looking at him. He smiled coquettishly, and his heart jumped wildly, this chick is interesting, even a fool can see it, it's you who confessed to me, why do you still want to make me wet. Alas, this woman has a much thinner skin than me.
At this moment, he was in the midst of a riot, so it was no problem to write two small poems. He took a paper brush and wrote down a few lines. Before he finished writing, he saw Guo Wuchang rushing forward anxiously , Said a few words in his ear.
"What?" Lin Wanrong was startled, lost the pen and paper, and flew out of the cabin.