In fact, it's no wonder that Ling'er is not smart. On the contrary, as far as Wu Zheng feels, the inseparable little girl Ling'er beside Jiang Yuer is still a very clever little girl.
I had already experienced it on the edge of the Yangtze River, but now no one in the whole venue is optimistic about her lady, because the safflower in front of her lady is the least, although the possibility of Shoukui is not eliminated, but for For those scholars in the audience who wanted the emperor to see his poems, no one was betting on her at this time.
As soon as Jie Jingjiang Yuer couldn't climb the Baohua Tower, she couldn't possibly sing her poems to the emperor.
That's it, Ling'er carried the flower basket around the stage, watching the other maidservants like her come back and forth between Dengshan and the venue one by one, and the basket in her hand was always empty. .
Ling'er was a little angry, but she could only bury it in her heart.
The people in the gods are all real. Although there are many people who have followed the young lady in Yuzhou, they have never been disgusted with everyone like they are today.
I just threw saffron flowers to my own young ladies one by one, and they applauded one by one, but at a critical moment, they all forgot about my own young ladies.
Without saying any polite sentences, I just ignored myself.
So Ling'er turned around in the crowd, and was glared in a circle. This was not one or two but hundreds of thousands. How could that little girl in Ling'er bear it.
But when she looked up at the lady on Dengshan, she could only grit her teeth again, fighting for her own lady.
When Ling'er took a deep breath and tightened the flower basket in her hand, she was ready to go to the crowd to insult herself, but a girl's voice stopped her: "Is this the girl from Miss Shi Shi's family?"
Ling'er glanced back. The maid who stopped her didn't know her, but it didn't matter. Ling'er was already very happy because she saw the maid holding a rolled rice paper in her hand. Needless to say There must be a good poem written on that paper.
Ling'er nodded: "I am! Dare to ask this sister what is wrong with me?"
The maid smiled slightly and handed over the rice paper in her hand and said: "This is a poem written by my son's friend for your young lady. Please also ask Sister Ling'er to pass it on to Miss Shi Shi."
Linger quickly tucked the rice paper into her flower basket, as if she was afraid that the other party would regret it, and quickly thanked the elder sister in front of her.
The maid smiled and said: "Girl Ling'er is polite, I'm just waiting for my son to run errands. If you want to thank Miss Ling'er, thank me to my son! But he is too far on the boat, Miss Ling'er, you still have to write the poem. Give it to your lady!"
Ling'er was anxious for her young lady in her heart, and now someone finally sent a poem over. In her heart, she wanted to hand it over to her young lady immediately to make her happy. The reason why she didn’t pretend to be in a hurry or slow was completely because Out of politeness, it is not good for people to feel rude to come from Yuzhou.
Saying goodbye to the maid who gave the poem, Ling'er ran up to Dengshan with her skirt.
In the pergola far away, this scene happened to be watched by Diao Sikun and Pang Chong. It was too eye-catching to stand alone under Dengshan Linger. As long as you pay attention to Jiang Yuer, it is difficult to see Linger in sight.
Diao Sikun smiled slightly: "That guy really can't help but shoot so quickly."
To be honest, Pang Chong really didn't want to talk to Diao Sikun, if it weren't because the girl Li Fan she currently supports was picked up by him, otherwise Pang Chong would have patted his butt and left.
Pang Chong said, "I feel that Wu Hou is not uncomfortable, but that he can take advantage of an early move. Brother Diao, the opportunity is not to be missed, and the loss is not coming!"
After speaking, Pang Chong smiled slightly. He expected that the more he said that, the more impossible it would be for Diao Sikun to make a move. Even if he reacted, he would never repent.
People say they won't cry if they don't see the coffin, but Diao Sikun can't cry even when they see the coffin. Without it, for a conceited person, nothing in this world is more important than his own face.
Diao Sikun's eyes were a little unnatural, but immediately he smiled and said, "Brother Pang didn't make a move?"
Pang Pang laughed, poured himself a cup of laughter,... (End of this chapter)