This old man came and went as he pleased. He didn't look like a blind man at all. He was much more carefree than his father. Lin Wanrong stared at Uncle Wei's figure in a daze. Old Man Wei's background wasn't simple. Not only was he able to climb high walls as if they were nothing, but he was also very familiar with the people in the capital. He shouldn't be a small character.
Thinking back to Old Man Wei's words, there were many mysteries hidden in them, but they weren't very clear. Helping the Xiao Family and befriending Xu Wei were all understandable, but why did he say that his opponent was in the capital? I don't even know a grasshopper in the capital, so who could be my opponent? This blind old man always liked to stammer when he spoke.
Lin Wanrong couldn't figure it out after thinking for a while, so he stopped thinking. He had to go to the capital sooner or later, so he would know when the time came. Today, he had been running around, riding horses, and fighting. He was already very tired, so he fell into bed in a daze and had a good dream.
He slept all the way until noon the next day, and no one came to disturb him. In the past few days, the Grand Mistress would come early to tell him to go to work, but today was an exception. It seemed that the Grand Mistress was considerate that he was tired.
Sleeping in was really comfortable. Lin Wanrong stretched his arms and got up to walk around the garden. When the servants and maids saw his third brother, they all hurriedly bowed to him, "Good morning, third brother." A few of the more beautiful ones even dared to throw flirtatious glances at him. Lin Wanrong teased them for a while, and suddenly felt refreshed and full of energy.
This kind of leisurely life wouldn't last much longer. It was almost the end of the year, and after the new year, he would head north to the capital. There, he would have to start from scratch again. Lin Wanrong sighed with emotion. It was rare for him to enjoy this kind of leisurely time, so he slowly walked around the garden.
It was already winter, and hundreds of flowers had withered and fallen leaves covered the ground. The garden looked very bleak. Lin Wanrong took a few steps and suddenly felt bored.
"Spring isn't a day to study, and summer is the time to sleep. Autumn is crisp, and winter is here. If you want to study, wait until next year. " The sound of someone reading entered Lin Wanrong's ears. D * mn, this poem must have some talent. I don't have to read anymore.
He looked towards the direction of the voice, and saw Young Master Biao's right hand was flat behind his back, and his left hand was holding a scroll, walking back and forth while shaking his head. This good poem came from his mouth.
"Young Master, good morning. It's not time for lunch yet. Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Lin Wanrong walked up and said with a smile.
When the Young Cousin saw Lin San, he was overjoyed. He grabbed Lin San's hand and said, "Lin San, Lin San, what do you think?"
"What do you mean?" Lin Wanrong asked curiously.
"This poem, the one I recited just now. What do you think of it?" the Young Cousin asked, beaming with joy.
"One word. Very good!" Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up and said, "With Young Master's standard, this poem is undoubtedly a masterpiece. I wonder where Young Master copied it from — oh, where did he hear it from? "
Guo Wuchang said proudly, "What do you mean heard from? I'm afraid you'll be scared to death. I wrote it myself. Yesterday, I used this poem to register for the poetry competition, and it passed on the spot. "
Poetry competition? Oh, I almost forgot. Luo Ning used my money to organize the poetry competition. It will be held at the end of the month. He looked at the Young Cousin and said, "Why? Do we need to register for the poetry competition? I thought we could go if we wanted to. "
The Young Cousin clicked his tongue and said, "How is that possible? The poetry competition is a high-level literary event. Scholars from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, as well as the capital, have to submit a poem on the spot to be selected. How can those nameless juniors enter just because they want to? This poem is what I wrote for the competition yesterday. How is it? It has the demeanor of a great master, right? "
This kind of limerick, Third Brother can urinate ten times in the time it takes for me to pee. Lin Wanrong laughed mischievously, not wanting to discourage him, only saying: "That's right, Young Master, last night something big happened in the mansion, did you know?"
Guo Wuchang nodded and said, "When I returned to the residence this morning, I heard from Si De and the others. Si De, that child, was beaten up like that. It's really tragic. Damn, it's lucky that I wasn't there yesterday. If I was there, I guarantee that this group of dogs wouldn't be able to tell north from the sun. "
Lin Wanrong gave him a thumbs up. His words were much better than his singing. "Oh, I see. Young Cousin, you weren't in the residence last night? "
Guo Wuchang smiled slyly and looked around before whispering, "Lin San, we are old friends, so I don't have to hide it from you. Last night at Myo Yuk Square, my old lover found a little sister and the two of them served me together. They said that they wanted me to have a taste of something different. So I risked my life to stay for one night. Tsk tsk, that taste is really better than being a god. "
I sweat, so they went to have a threesome. What a pair of adulterers. I despise you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your d * ck.
"Lin San, when I was registering at the bookstore yesterday evening, I also heard a piece of good news." The Young Cousin laughed and said, "I heard that this time's poetry competition isn't just a simple poetry competition."
"Not just a poetry competition?" Lin Wanrong smiled and asked, "Is there a song competition and a dance competition?"
"That's not it. The poetry competition is held every year, but none of the previous years is as good as this year. " The Young Cousin looked around mysteriously before lying down next to Lin Wanrong's ear and said, "Yesterday, I spent half a tael of silver to buy some top-secret insider information. I heard that this year's poetry competition isn't just a simple poetry competition. Jinling's number one talented girl, Miss Luo Ning, is going to use this poetry competition to choose a husband. "
"Choose a husband?" Lin Wanrong was shocked. No way, this girl just confessed to me yesterday, why is she choosing a husband now?
"It's true." The Young Cousin said confidently, "This news has already spread within the Jinling Academy. Everyone is talking about it. Think about it, who is Miss Luo? Not only is she beautiful, but she is also the number one scholar in Jinling. She is also the daughter of Governor Luo. Whoever married her would be hugging a golden doll. Those promising young masters have long gone into seclusion, striving to win in one fell swoop at the poetry competition and return with the beauty. "
Seeing that Lin Wanrong still didn't believe him, the Young Cousin was a little anxious, "Why don't you believe me? You know Hou Yuebai, right? The young master that you beat up. You haven't seen him for a while, right? "
That day on the outing, Lin Wanrong really didn't see Hou Yuebai, so she nodded her head. Young Master Biao proudly said, "That's right. Let me tell you, he has long been hiding at home and doesn't step out of the door. Every day he bitterly studies poetry and books, hangs his head from the beam, and stabs his buttocks with an awl, just to marry Miss Luo back home."
Young Master Liu spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes and nose, as if he had personally seen it. If there is a person in this world who can surpass me in bluffing, it must be the Young Cousin. It's such a waste of talent that this kid doesn't go to The Sun to write news.
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Young Master, if Miss Luo can really choose a husband based on poetry, you will have a chance."
The Young Cousin said righteously, "I am loyal to the two cousins. Why would I do such half-hearted things? This time, I signed up purely with the purpose of studying. I am not as vulgar as you said — Oh, Lin San, do you think I really have hope? "
"There is hope if you go. If you don't go, there is no hope at all." Lin Wanrong bluffed.
"That's true." The Young Cousin nodded. "Lin San, you are very good at couplets. How about poetry? Can it compare to me? Oh, I'm not talking about the ones you copied. "
Damn, writing poetry is the same as making love. They both need passion. I'm not that coquettish. Lin Wanrong shook his head. The Young Cousin said regretfully, "It's a pity, it's a pity. Without Lin San accompanying me, even if I am known as a divine poet, I am afraid I will be very lonely at this poetry competition."
Lin Wanrong sweated. You are more like a divine beast in poetry. This Young Cousin's shamelessness is quite similar to my style in the past.
"Third brother, third brother —" Si De's voice came from afar. Lin Wanrong and the Young Cousin looked up at the same time. They saw Si De holding a large alms bowl in his hand, carefully walking over.
Seeing his face was bruised and swollen, the Young Cousin said, "Si De, if anyone dares to challenge you in the future, just mention my name, Young Master Wuchang, and mention Lin San. I will guarantee your safety."
Si De respectfully said, "Thank you, Young Master."
Lin Wanrong saw him holding the alms bowl in his arms like a treasure. He couldn't help but laugh, "What are you holding, it's so expensive?"
Si De looked at him with reverence and said, "Third Brother is really experienced and knowledgeable. The method you mentioned last night, I went back and tried it. The pain really reduced a lot. So this morning, I went to look for some more. "
"What did you look for?" Lin Wanrong yawned.
"Boy's urine." Si De said.
Lin Wanrong and the Young Cousin hurriedly took a few steps back. Their faces were aghast. Boy's urine? Are there still boys in this world? Si De said without noticing, "Third brother, Young Master, when I went out, I heard that this poetry competition will start at the end of this month."
The Young Cousin covered his nose, "Oh, I heard that the Young Master was nominated."
"Congratulations, Young Master." Si De hurriedly flattered, "I just heard that this year's poetry competition is very lively. Not only scholars from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, but also young masters from the capital are coming. It's rare to see such a grand occasion. "
Rare my ass. The more people come, the more money I will waste. Damn, do you think I am a good Bodhisattva? Lin Wanrong saw Si De hugging the boy's urine tightly. He was a bit amused, "No matter how many scholars come, they can only recite a few poems. At most, the business of the sisters by the Qinhuai River will be a little better. What else can they do?"
"Third brother, after many inquiries, I finally got a great news." Si De said mysteriously, "I heard that the talented girl, Miss Lo, is looking for a husband."
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