"Sister Ning, what's wrong?" Qiaoqiao was shocked and quickly hugged her. She pinched her philtrum gently.
Luo Ning let out a long sigh and slowly opened her eyes. She asked weakly: "Qiaoqiao, Big Brother … did he lose?"
Before Qiaoqiao could shake her head, someone started to jeer from outside: "If you can't compose a poem, then you should step down. Don't get in the way of others."
Zhao Kangning and Wu Xuean saw that Lin San was so timid in the first round. Their faces were filled with disdain. Only Hou Yuebai was puzzled. The Lin San he knew was not someone who would admit defeat so easily. In other words, he had never lost before.
Lin Wanrong looked at the jeering people and smiled: "I can't recite a poem with the word 'plum' in it, but it doesn't mean I can't recite plum."
He drained the cup of wine in one gulp and slowly paced a few steps. With a tipsy tone, he said: "Thousands of mountains and ridges carry white hair. Heaven bestows rouge on one's cheeks. Ask where is Lan Zhuchun, the fragrance of jade bones and ice skin. "
"Good …" This time, it was Luoyuan, Qing Shan, and Guo Wuchang who took the lead to cheer. Everyone in the hall was knowledgeable and immediately applauded.
The Secretary of Education smiled and nodded: "From far to near, good at using metaphors. The whole sentence is' no snow, no plum 'but praising the plum in the snow. Sure enough, he has some skill. For this plum poem, this talent is the best. "
Zhao Kangning and Wu Xuean's faces turned ugly. They did not expect Lin San to gain the upper hand in the first round. The two no longer dared to look down on him. Zhao Kangning remembered his reputation for couplets and scolded himself for being stupid. How can someone who knows couplets not know poetry? Only Hou Yuebai was used to Lin San's outstanding performance and did not feel surprised.
Luo Ning, who was hiding behind the curtain, lightly patted her chest and said: "Big Brother is so scary. I can't ignore him anymore …"
Qiaoqiao giggled and said softly, "Ignore him? I wonder who will be the first to go to see him later? "
Luo Ning said shyly, "He is your husband, of course you will speak up for him. That day in the bridal chamber, why didn't you laugh at others?"
The two girls giggled. Qiaoqiao said, "Sister Ning, Big Brother is tired of this type of poetry. It wasn't easy to compose this poem today, and he even took first place in the first round. This is all for you. Now you can rest assured, you won't faint again. "
"Annoying." Luo Ning blushed and whispered, "Qiaoqiao, don't misunderstand. Big brother and I didn't, didn't, didn't …" She was so embarrassed that she couldn't continue. If she said nothing, even a fool wouldn't believe it.
Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Sister Ning, if you have such thoughts, you should have told me earlier. There would have been fewer twists and turns, and you wouldn't have to suffer so much alone. Don't you know Big Brother? If you treat him a little better, he will treat you a hundred times better. "
Luo Ning softly grunted and didn't dare to say anything else. Qiaoqiao sighed softly, but she felt a little sour in her heart.
The first round of the top six out of ten rounds was finally over. Lin Wanrong took first place. Zhao Kangning, Wu Xuean, Hou Yuebai, and the other two scholars entered the top six.
Everyone was surprised to see that the kid they didn't think highly of had become a dark horse and started to ask around about him. When they heard that this person was the servant of Xiao Fu, Lin San, who killed the king of the pair at the Luo family banquet, they were all surprised. This servant was really talented. As a small servant, he was able to fight his way into the top six of the Jinling poetry competition. How could people not look at him in a new light?
The second round was six out of ten. The two scholars next to Lin Wanrong had barely passed the first round. After seeing the performance of others, they immediately felt very depressed. They admitted that in terms of talent, they really couldn't compare to the four people in front of them.
Lin Wanrong saw their expressions and knew what they were thinking. He smiled and said, "Two brothers, don't be depressed. This poetry has always been about playing around. If you care too much about it, you will be at a disadvantage."
The two saw that his face was intoxicated but his heart wasn't. Moreover, he was so close to others. They really admired him. They cupped their fists and smiled at him. They drank the wine in front of them in one gulp and felt that their state of mind had improved a little.
The advisor shouted loudly, "In this second round, only four scholars can advance to the next round. May the commander of Jiangsu Province, Cheng De, please give us the topic! "
The black-faced Cheng De stood up and said loudly, "I, Cheng De, was born in the army. I'm a boorish person. I'm not very proficient in poetry. Today's topic is making things difficult for me. I see that there is good wine and delicacies on this ship. It's very sumptuous. Let's use the word 'wine' as the topic. "
All the scholars understood. This time, it was the commander who came up with the word 'wine'. There was a lot of space for people to express themselves. Whether the poem was good or not depended on the mood.
This time, it was the young prince Zhao Kangning who stood up first and said, "Student Zhao Kangning has a drinking poem: Drinking wine doesn't help me sleep. Falling flowers stain my green robe. When drunk, I look at the moon by the stream. Birds return and people are rare. " Zhao Kangning's drinking poem had some taste. It talked about the beauty of going to a flower stream to drink at night. It could be considered not bad.
Hou Yue Baiyi stood up and said, "Student also has a drinking poem: Wanting to pick pear blossoms to make new wine. Qinhuai misty waves and endless rain. In front of the mirror at dawn, I hear the wind blowing. Half of my face is the sorrow of parting. "This poem was a girl's grievance. The mood was not bad. It was even better than Zhao Kangning's poem.
Wu Xuean smiled slightly and recited loudly, "The flying rain blows near dusk. Light clothes slowly dance like dust. When the jade flute is broken, we drink together. You sit in a secluded pavilion and the moon shines on the soul. "
The Education Secretary and Lomin nodded their heads. In terms of vigor and mood, Wu Xuean was the best among the first three.
Everyone's gaze immediately fell on Lin Wanrong. This servant had too many mysteries. No one knew what he would do. Lin Wanrong stood up and said with a smile, "Which young brother is it? Bring me some paper —"
A manservant had already served a brush and paper. However, Lin Wanrong threw the brush and inkstone to the side. He took out a pencil and wrote a few words, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily. Passersby feel their souls break. Ask the tavern where there is a shepherd boy pointing to Apricot Blossom Village."
When the manservant hung the calligraphy up, everyone looked at it curiously. There were even people who read it out softly.
Luo Ning pushed aside the curtain and peeked at the calligraphy. She frowned and thought for a long time. Suddenly she clapped her hands and said happily, "I know. Big brother won again this time."
Qiaoqiao asked doubtfully, "Big brother won? Why can't I see it? "
Luo Ning whispered a few words in her ear. Qiaoqiao looked carefully. Wasn't it? She was overjoyed and said, "Big brother likes to create strange things to whet people's appetites."
Lin Wanrong looked around and his gaze fell on Wu Xuean. He smiled and said, "Master Wu, you are a scholar in the capital. Can you do me a favor and recite this poem?"
Wu Xuean said with disdain, "What's so difficult about it? During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily. Passersby feel their souls break! Ask the tavern where there is a shepherd boy? Point to Apricot Blossom Village. Although your poem is interesting, it can't be compared to mine. "
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Those who don't know how to appreciate poems will feel that this poem is ordinary."
He took out a pencil and drew a pause in the middle of the poem. He smiled at his Young Cousin and said, "Young Master Guo, please come and read it."
Guo Wuchang saw that Lin San called his name and immediately stood up. He proudly recited, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily. Passersby feel their souls break. Ask the tavern where there is a shepherd boy who points to Apricot Blossom Village. "
Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment. Then there was a wave of applause. It turned out that this poem was a broken sentence poem. Different broken lines formed two completely different poems. What was even more amazing was that the two broken poems were extremely charming and were not ordinary poems. As a result, Wu Xuean was not as good as he was.
Wu Xuean was embarrassed and his face turned red like a pig's liver. After a while, he said, "Playing tricks is not what a scholar like me would do."
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I want to write a hundred poems. I sleep in a tavern in Jin Ling city. The Son of Heaven calls me to come but I don't. I call myself a wine immortal! I can recite a hundred drinking poems. What's so hard about it? It's just that I don't want to use those tricks to win against you. "Only Lin Wanrong understood these words. No one else understood.
Everyone heard him recite beautiful poems. How could they not be convinced? Young Master Liu and the others had already slammed their hands on the table. This Lin San was the Xiao Family's blessing. In this round of competition, Lin Wanrong deserved to be the first place again.
Luo Ning was so excited that her face turned red. She smiled like a flower. Qiaoqiao imitated her tone and said, "Big brother and I really don't, don't, don't have anything …"
"You naughty girl, how dare you tease me." Luo Ning lightly patted Qiaoqiao's body a few times. Her eyes were full of charm.
Qiaoqiao sighed and said, "Sister Ning, don't be mistaken. Big brother is my husband. If you want to marry into my family, you have to get past me first."
Luo Ning's face and neck were red. She said softly, "Who wants to marry you … Good sister, I'll forget what you and big brother did in my room. You'll let me go, okay?"
The third round was the most important. Through his performance in the first two rounds, Lin Wanrong suppressed everyone else. He had already evolved from a dark horse to a popular candidate for first place. Apart from Lin Wanrong, the other three candidates were the only ones to enter this round.
The advisor said, "The third round of poetry competition will begin now. Governor Lomin, please set the topic. "
Lomin slowly stood up. She patted her big belly and said, "Today's poetry competition, all the outstanding scholars have shown their talents. It is indeed interesting. As the Governor of Jiangsu and the head of the province, I am naturally gratified to see so many talents emerge in this competition. Coincidentally, my daughter, Luo Ning, is twenty years old and loves poetry. I want to use this poetry competition to find a good family for her and fulfill my wish of many years. "
Everyone saw that Lomin didn't set the topic and instead brought up the topic of Miss Luo's husband selection. They were all excited. This was the highlight of this poetry competition. A legend between a talented scholar and a beautiful woman was about to be born. Although most of the scholars could only watch the excitement, to be able to personally experience this grand event, wasn't it lucky?
Luo Min continued, "There are two criteria for my daughter to choose a husband. First, he must be talented and extraordinary. Second, he must be able to catch my eye. Then, he must pass the test personally set by my daughter. As for my daughter's character and appearance, I don't need to say more. Everyone in Jin Ling city can testify. "
"Hey, Official Luo, please set the test, I'm a bit hungry." Lin Wanrong interrupted Old Man Luo's eloquent speech. Everyone laughed.
"Big brother is always so bad — —" Luo Ning looked at Lin Wanrong from behind the curtain and blushed.
Lomin said, "Okay, if that's the case, I won't waste everyone's precious time. I'll start the test. This is a dragon receiving poem and a palindrome, called spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Every line is a season. I'm going to read the first line. Warblers sing on the shore, willows sing in spring, and the moon shines brightly at night. Scholars, please continue. "
When the candidates heard this poem, their expressions changed. It turned out that this was not only a palindrome poem, but also a seven-word quatrain. If read separately and with the palindrome, it would be: "Warblers sing on the shore, willows sing in spring, willows sing in spring, the moon shines brightly at night; the moon shines brightly at night, willows sing on the shore, the warblers sing on the shore."
Lin Wanrong secretly stuck out his tongue. This Old Man Luo, he wrote a poem with so many traps. Damn, he obviously doesn't want people to answer. I won't let you get what you want.
After Lomin's line, the next line should be Song Xia. But this poem was really too difficult. Wu Xuean and Zhao Kangning looked at each other and didn't dare to answer. This Lomin was really worthy of being the top scholar.
The Governor looked around and said with a smile, "Four young masters, are you able to receive me?" Seeing that no one answered, he asked again, and the smile on his face became even wider.
Qiaoqiao, who was backstage, said anxiously, "Official Luo came up with such a difficult question. Doesn't he want to find a husband for you?"
Luo Ning stomped her feet and said, "What is father doing? I was the one who didn't want to find a husband. But he forced me to do it. Now that big brother is in the top four, he came up with such a question to make things difficult for big brother. I really hate it. "
Qiaoqiao stuck out her cute little tongue and laughed in her heart. Official Luo didn't just make things difficult for big brother. Why didn't you tell him?
Luo Ning sighed softly, "Qiaoqiao, actually it's not that simple. That day after my grandmother's birthday, that Ning Xiao Wangye actually sent someone to directly come over to propose marriage … "
"Marriage proposal?" Qiao Qiao was surprised, "Then, sister, did you agree?"
Luo Ning smiled bitterly and looked at her, "Silly girl, if I agreed, would there still be a marriage?"
Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I understand. So it turns out that Lord Luo is using this competition to choose a husband to reject the young prince. "
Luo Ning said softly, "This selection of a husband is only one aspect. There are many other things behind it. That's father's problem, and it's not something we women can manage. After father spread the news of the selection of a husband, I was still kept in the dark. I didn't want to do such a senseless thing. But father also had his considerations. In the end, he promised me that this selection of a husband must be chosen by me. "
"I understand. That's why you asked big brother to participate in this poetry competition. Whether he has talent or not, whether he is chosen or not, it's all up to you." Qiaoqiao suddenly understood.
Luo Ning nodded shyly and didn't dare to continue.
"Is there any young master that can continue this sentence?" Lomin smiled and asked again.
The people in the hall looked at each other in dismay. Originally, they had thought that the four to two would be a fierce battle. Who would have thought that the governor's question would stump all the scholars. Not only did Young Prince Ning and Wu Xuean not have any reaction, even that amazing Lin San was silent. If that's the case, wouldn't no one be able to take a step forward?
"Big brother, quickly — —" Luoyuan and Qing Shan were secretly anxious and couldn't help but cheer.
Seeing Lomin's proud look with her big belly, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that the hall was extremely quiet, he stood up and said with a smile, "Official Luo, I want to recite a poem."
When the people in the hall saw someone stand up, there was an immediate uproar. Moreover, it was the black horse Lin San, so they became even more excited. But when they heard that he wanted to recite a poem, they were a little disappointed. This was a poem to welcome a husband, what was the point of him reciting a poem? If he couldn't recite a poem from Official Luo, then there was no need to continue this competition.
Wu Xuean had been humiliated in the previous round and already had a grudge against Lin San. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but laugh coldly, "This is to welcome a husband, what's the point of you reciting a poem?"
Lin Wanrong laughed three times and said, "Whether it's useful or not, you'll know when you hear it."
Lomin looked at Lin Wanrong and said with a smile, "Young Master Lin, what good poem made you so interested? Please recite it. "
Lin Wanrong nodded and recited loudly, "The fragrant lotus waters cool the wind, the water moves the wind cool the sun and moon long; the long moon day cool the wind moves the water, the cool wind stirs the water, the fragrant lotus waters."
The people in the hall still didn't understand, but Wu Xuean's expression changed. Zhao Kangning and Hou Yuebai also understood and their faces were filled with disbelief.
Luo Ning recited it twice and suddenly shouted, "Big Brother Lin won."
"Shhh — —" Qiaoqiao raised her index finger, indicating that they were eavesdropping and not letting others know. She was already used to her big brother's ability and didn't ask any more questions. She giggled and said, "Sister Ning, you can rest assured now. I've said it before, big brother never disappoints."
Lomin clapped and said with a smile, "Good, good. Young Master Lin is indeed talented. You're the only one who can pass this test.
Other than a few people, the others didn't understand the trick. A young master below the stage stood up and said, "Official Luo, why did Lin San win this round? I don't quite understand. "
Lomin smiled and said, "Then let me explain it to everyone. The first line I recited was Wing Chun, the second line should be Summer Chant. The line Young Master Lin recited is a palindrome of the original poem. His Summer Chant is — Fragrant Lotus, Clear Water, Cool Wind, Sun and Moon Forever. "
Everyone pondered for a while and finally understood. In an instant, the applause was like a tide, lasting for a long time. The difficulty of Lomin's question was obvious. This servant, Lin San, was really capable.
Lin Wanrong stood up and bowed with his hands folded in front. He said with a smile, "It was a coincidence, thank you for letting me win."
This Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter poem was supposed to have four lines, but there was only Spring and Summer, not Autumn and Winter. The other three people couldn't follow up, so it was a pity. Lin Wanrong saw that Lomin's gaze kept drifting over to him. Could it be that this old man wants me to match Autumn and Winter? F * ck, stop messing with me. He hurriedly shouted, "Official Luo, who won this round?"
He was the only one to answer the Dragon Receiving Poem, so it was obvious who won and who lost. It was supposed to be four to two, but only one could advance, so the competition ended prematurely. Lin San actually lost his crown, so naturally there were people who weren't convinced.
Just as Luo Min was about to answer, she saw Cheng De stand up and say, "Wait a moment, Lord Luo, Lords, it was agreed that there would be four rounds of competition. Why is it ending after only three rounds? From what I see, for the sake of fairness, it's better to have another round. Let us and the other scholars have a feast for our eyes, don't you all agree? "
Everyone didn't want to see such an exciting poetry competition end in a hurry, so they all agreed. Luo Ning stomped her feet anxiously behind the stage and said, "How can these people go back on their words?"
Lomin looked at Lin Wanrong, as if asking for his opinion. Lin Wanrong scolded in his heart, this old man, you don't even want your daughter's happiness? Why are you asking me so hypocritically?
Zhao Kangning gave Wu Xuean a look, and Wu Xuean immediately stood up and said, "Thank you Official Cheng and Official Luo for giving us a chance. I will represent the young Prince and Brother Hou to ask for Young Master Lin's guidance."
Hou Yuebai was about to speak, but Zhao Kangning glared at him. Young Master Hou was afraid of the young Prince's power, so he didn't dare to speak, so he was naturally represented.
Lin Wanrong laughed, "Young Master Wu, it's easy. This poetry competition is extremely fair. Now that everyone has given way to me in the last round, Young Master Wu has lost his chance. How can you ask for guidance?"
The three of them were defeated, and everyone saw it with their own eyes. Lin Wanrong's question made Wu Xuean speechless. The crowd below became restless and shouted, "One more round, one more round …"
Lin Wanrong smiled, "However, since everyone is so enthusiastic and Brother Wu is so sincere, if I don't allow it, it would be too unreasonable. But rules are rules, and I can't break them. How about this, I will think of a way to compromise. Brother Wu, pour a cup of tea for me, and call me Mister Lin. Then we can have another round. "
This method was to force Wu Xuean to admit defeat and acknowledge him as his master. Even if he managed to turn the tables in the last round, he had already paid respect to Wu Xuean, so he didn't win at all. Scholars were very noble, and now they were having a poetry competition in front of everyone. Wu Xuean didn't want to lower his head, so he snorted and didn't say a word.
The crowd was unhappy. Luoyuan took the lead and shouted, "Pour the tea, pour the tea …"
The atmosphere was lively. Lomin stroked his beard and smiled, while Cheng De's face was black and he didn't say a word. Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xuean. Wu Xuean had no choice but to stand up and pour a cup of tea. He brought it to Lin Wanrong and said, "Mister Lin, please have some tea!"
Lin Wanrong casually sat on the chair and didn't even get up. He took the teacup and nodded with a smile like an old scholar. "The child is worth teaching, the child is worth teaching!"
The advisor said in a loud voice, "This is the second round, the two scholars will compete, you are free to choose a topic."
Wu Xuean gritted her teeth angrily and waved her hand fiercely, "There's no need. I'll only come up with a poem. I'll limit it to the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Mister Lin, please match it. If he goes up against me, it'll be my loss. "
Everyone saw that the most crucial moment had arrived. This gifted scholar from the capital seemed to be completely enraged, and a good show was about to begin. They had long held their breaths and were waiting for him to speak.
Wu Xuean slowly paced a few steps in the hall. Recalling the humiliation she suffered today, her heart was filled with even more indignation. In a loud voice she said, "With wood it is also a chess piece, without wood it is also a chess piece. Removing the wood on the side of the chess piece, adding more is bullying. When the dragon swims in the water, the prawns play with it, the tiger falls to the level land is bullied by the dog."
This was the true portrayal of his mood today. He was a famous scholar from the capital. When he was invited to participate in the Jinling Poetry Competition, he thought that he would be in the limelight. Who would have thought that first he would read the wrong poem, and then he would have to publicly acknowledge a master? For a scholar like him who was proud and arrogant, it was really unbearable.
As soon as Wu Xuean's voice faded away, the people in the hall began to cheer loudly. Although his poem was secretly insulting, it was also very witty. As expected of a scholar from the capital, he really did have some knowledge. Lin Wanrong swept his eyes across the hall. He saw that the people who were cheering were constantly secretly looking at Zhao Kangning. It was obvious that they were the spies of this young prince. Damn it, playing this game with me. When I was playing this game, you were still playing with yellow mud and urine. Lin Wanrong laughed coldly.
Wu Xuean was encouraged by the crowd and felt that the 'humiliation' he had suffered earlier had lessened. Her courage increased, and she loudly said, "Master Lin, the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is almost up. Can you match it?"
Lin Wanrong chuckled and said, "It's just a poetry competition, purely for entertainment. Brother Wu, you don't have to worry too much about it. This poem of mine is wrong. "
Wu Xuean happily said, "What? Could it be that Brother Lin admits defeat? Isn't this strange? "
"Admit defeat?" Lin Wanrong coldly snorted, "Brother Wu, I won't hide it from you. In my dictionary, there is no such thing as admitting defeat. I'm afraid that if I match this poem, it will be too embarrassing for you."
Zhao Kangning stood up and said, "Lin San, don't talk nonsense. Quickly recite your poem. If you can't match it, you will automatically step to the side."
Lin Wanrong glared and angrily said, "Is Lin San someone you can call? Young prince, could it be that you have forgotten the promise from that day? "
Zhao Kangning's face turned red, and he hatefully gritted his teeth and said, "Then, Mister Lin, quickly recite the poem."
When they came out, some people in the hall knew the whole story, but most people didn't know why. But seeing that the young prince didn't dare to talk back even after being scolded by Lin San, they all felt very strange in their hearts.
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Since Brother Wu and young prince are so cordial, then I will give it a try. Brother Wu's poem is very interesting. What dragon, tiger, what shrimp, what dog, it's really very powerful. It's like you scholars from the capital are the dragon and tiger, and us scholars from Jiangnan are all useless shrimps in your eyes. You are looking down on us scholars from Jiangnan too much. "
Wu Xuean's poem was originally meant to satirize Lin Wanrong, but who would have thought that after he expanded it infinitely, it became an attack on the scholars from Jiangnan. Most of the people in the hall were scholars from Jiangnan, and now Lin San was clearly representing the scholars from Jiangnan. Young master Wu's curse was like yellow mud falling into his pants, even if it wasn't shit, it was shit.
When Wu Xuean wrote the poem, he didn't think about these things at all. He didn't think that Lin San was so cunning that in the blink of an eye, he had pulled the scholars from Jiangnan to his side. He had really miscalculated. Young master Wu secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and didn't dare to say anything.
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Since Young Master Wu looks down on us scholars from Jiangnan so much, then I won't be polite. Today we are on the Qinhuai River, so I will start with the running water: with water, it is a stream, without water, it is a xi. Remove the water from the stream and add the bird, it is a chicken (chicken). A proud cat is more masculine than a tiger, a hairless phoenix is not as good as a chicken. "
"Good, good …" The applause in the hall was like thunder, spreading throughout the Qinhuai River. This was all from the people's hearts. In this last round of competition, Lin Wanrong was calm and magnanimous. Not only was he not afraid of Wu Xuean from the capital, but he also copied his insults back, word for word. It was very beautiful.
Wu Xuean's face was pale, and Zhao Kangning's face was livid. They couldn't make a sound.
Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Damn, writing these damn poems is more tiring than fighting a battle. For this girl, Luo Ning, I have spent a lot of effort this time.
Lomin applauded and laughed, "Good, good, good. The four rounds of the poetry competition have come to a successful end. Young master Lin's talent is extraordinary. It is expected that you will be the champion."
Lin Wanrong was calm. Other than winning the championship, everything else was expected. There was nothing to be surprised about.
Guo Wuchang was cheering for Lin San, but a servant of Xiao Fu hurried over and whispered something in the Young Cousin's ear. Guo Wuchang was shocked, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
"Official Luo, what does Miss Luo think of our Young Master Lin?" Someone in the hall shouted. Everyone roared with laughter, and the hall became noisy. This was the highlight of the poetry meet, so how could they not talk about it?
"About this …" Lomin stroked her beard and smiled, "The matter of choosing a husband will be decided by my daughter. Servants, invite the Young Mistress …"
As soon as Lomin finished speaking, a maid came out from behind the curtain. She was holding a hibiscus tent and a mandarin duck handkerchief. She walked to Lin Wanrong and bowed. She smiled and said, "Young Master Lin, these two items are a gift from my Young Mistress. Young Master Lin, please compose a poem with them."
What is the meaning of this? Lin Wanrong looked at the hibiscus tent and mandarin duck handkerchief. It was as if he could see Luo Ning's blushing face, hiding behind the curtain and secretly sizing him up. He smiled coquettishly, but his heart was beating wildly. This girl is interesting. Even an idiot can see it. You are the one who confessed to me, so why do you want me to be lecherous? Sigh, this girl's face is much thinner than mine.
At this moment, he was in the mood to write two poems. He took a pen and paper and wrote a few lines. Before he finished, he saw his Young Cousin, Guo Wuchang, rushing forward anxiously and whispering something in his ear.
"What?" Lin Wanrong was shocked. He threw the pen and paper and flew out of the cabin.
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