Finest Servant

Sister Ning, what's wrong with you? Qiaoqiao was startled, and hurriedly hugged her, pinching her and gently kneading her.

Luo Ning let out a long sigh, slowly opened his eyes, and said weakly, Qiaoqiao, big brother -- big brother, did he lose?

Before Qiaoqiao shook her head, she heard someone outside coaxing: If you can't do poetry, then you should step back quickly and don't hinder others from competing.

Zhao Kangning and Wu Xue'an saw that Lin San was so timid in the first round, and their faces suddenly had a look of contempt. Only Hou Yuebai was puzzled. The Lin San he knew was not someone who would admit defeat so easily. In other words, he never lost.

Lin Wanrong glanced at the coaxing people and said with a smile, I can't recite poems containing the word plum, but that doesn't mean I can't sing plum.

He drank the glass of wine in his hand, walked a few steps slowly, and said with a little drunkenness: Wanling Qianshan carries a white head, and God-given rouge wipes lightly on the cheeks. I ask where Lanzhuchun is, the jade bones and ice muscles are dark. Fragrance.

Okay— This time, it was Luo Yuan, Qing Shan, and Guo Wuchang who took the lead in shouting. The hall was filled with people who knew the goods, and there was a sudden applause.

That Xuezheng nodded with a smile: From far to near, good use of metaphors, there is no snow in the whole sentence, but there is no plum in the snow. Sure enough, there are some ways. In this song of plum, this talented person should be the best.

Zhao Kangning and Wu Xue'an both had ugly expressions on their faces. Unexpectedly, Lin San would take advantage of this first battle. The two no longer dared to be contemptuous. Zhao Kangning remembered his reputation for the couplet, and even scolded himself for being stupid. How could it be possible that he would not be able to write poetry to those who would be opposite to each other? Only Hou Yuebai was accustomed to Lin San's prominence, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

Luo Ning, who was hiding behind the curtain, patted her chest lightly and said angrily, Brother, this man is frightened to death, and I will ignore him again—

Qiaoqiao burst out laughing and said softly: Ignore him? I'll go to see him the fastest later, I don't know who it is?

Luo Ning said shyly: He is your husband, 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, eldest brother is the most tired of this genre of poetry. It's not easy to do this poem today, and I deliberately 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 lightly and whispered: Qiaoqiao, don't get me wrong, my brother and I didn't, didn't, didn't— She couldn't say it any more ashamed herself, and said nothing, even a fool Do not believe it.

Qiao Qiao smiled and said: Sister Ning, if you have such thoughts, you should have told me earlier, and there will be fewer twists and turns in the middle. It will also make you less lonely. Brother, you don't know, but if you are right If he is better, he will treat you a hundred times better.

Luo Ning hummed softly, didn't dare to speak, Qiaoqiao sighed slightly, but her heart was a little sad.

This first ten-to-six match is complete. Lin Wanrong took the first place in the ranking, Zhao Kangning, Wu Xue'an, Hou Yuebai and the other two talents all entered the top six.

When everyone saw that the boy who was the least favored turned out to be a dark horse, they were naturally a little surprised, so they asked around for his name. When I heard that this person was Ding Linsan of the Xiao family who had lost the king of the match at the Luo family banquet, he was surprised. This family is really talented. With a small family, he can reach the top six of the Jinling Poetry Competition, 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, I was suddenly depressed.

When Lin Wanrong saw the expressions of the two of them, he knew what they were thinking and said with a smile: Two brothers, don't be discouraged. The words of this poem are originally just two words for jokes. If you care too much, you will be inferior.

Seeing that he was intoxicated and not drunk, and being so close to others, the two of them truly admired him, so they folded their fists and smiled at him.

The master sang loudly: In this second round, only four talents can advance. Please Lord Cheng De, the commander of the Jiangsu capital, give him the way!

The black-faced Cheng De stood up and said loudly: I, Cheng, was born in the military, a rough person, and I am not very proficient in poetry. I am embarrassed by this question today. I see that the wine and food on this ship are very rich. Then let’s take the title of wine.”

You talented people understand that this time, all the commanders and adults made a wine question, but the space is wide and everyone can play it. Whether the writing is good or not depends on the mood.

This time, it was the young prince Zhao Kangning who stood up first and said, Student Zhao Kangning, drink a song: You don't sleep with wine, and the flowers fall on your blue clothes. When you get drunk and watch the stream and the moon, the birds return to people and people are rare. Zhao Kangning's drinking poem Some of the flavors of the wine are about the beauty of drinking in Huaxi at night, which is not bad.

Hou Yuebai also stood up and said: The students also have a drinking poem: I want to pick pear flowers and make wine, Qinhuai smokes and rains endlessly. Xiaozhuang listens to the wind in front of the mirror, half covering my face is sadness. This poem is a boudoir Resentment, the mood is good, a bit stronger than Zhao Kangning's song.

Wu Xue'an smiled slightly and chanted loudly: Flying rain blows on the scorpion near dusk, light clothes and man dances are vulgar, and the jade flute is broken and drinking together, and the hidden 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 much magic, and no one knows what he will do. Lin Wanrong stood up and said with a smile: Which little brother, bring me some paper-

A young servant has been attentive to bring the pen and paper, but Lin Wanrong threw the brush and inkstone to the side, took out the pencil and brushed a few words: During the Qingming season, the rain is pouring on the road. Apricot Blossom Village

When the little servant hung up the calligraphy and painting, everyone looked at it curiously, and some people read it softly.

Luo Ning opened the curtain and secretly looked at the writing, frowning, thinking for a long time, and suddenly clapped her hands happily and said, I see, eldest brother has won again this time.

Qiaoqiao said suspiciously: Big brother won? Why didn't I see it.

Luo Ning whispered a few words in its ear, and took a closer look, isn't it? At the moment, I was also overjoyed and said: Big brother likes to make some weird things to make people's appetites.

Lin Wanrong inspected for a week, his eyes fell on Wu Xue'an, and he said with a smile: Master Wu, you are a genius in Beijing, can you do me a favor? Just read this poem.

Wu Xue'an said disdainfully: What's so difficult about this? During the Qingming season, it rains, and people want to break their souls! If I ask the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy? Point to Xinghua Village! Although your poem has some flavor, it is not comparable to mine.

Lin Wanrong laughed and said, Those who don't know how to taste poetry will find this poem normal.

He took out his pencil, put a pause in the middle of the verse, and smiled at Young Master Biao: Master Guo, please come and read it.

Guo Wuchang noticed that Lin Sano's name was a taboo, and immediately stood up and said triumphantly: There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. If I ask where there is a restaurant, I specifically point to Xinghua Village.

Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of applause broke out. It turned out that this poem turned out to be a punctuated poem. Different punctuated sentences become two completely different poems, and what is even more remarkable is that the two punctuated poems are very charming and extraordinary. In this way, Wu Xue'an was compared.

Wu Xue'an lost such a big ugly face, and his face turned red into pig liver.

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: I want to fight a hundred poems, and the restaurant in Jinling City will sleep. The emperor will not get on the boat when he calls, and he claims to be the immortal of wine! How difficult is it for me to sing a hundred poems about this drinking? It's just that I disdain to use those means to win you. Only Lin Wanrong understood this, others did not understand.

Everyone listened to him casually reciting good sentences, how could they not agree. Young Master Biao and the others had already clapped the tabletop, this is Lin San. It is simply the blessing of the Xiao family. In this round of competition, Lin Wanrong deservedly took the first place again.

Luo Ning's face flushed with excitement, and the smile between her brows turned into a flower. Qiaoqiao imitated her tone and said, I really have nothing, nothing, nothing with my eldest brother—

You bad girl, making fun of me like that. Luo Ning patted Qiaoqiao a few times, the corners of her eyes full of fascination.

Qiaoqiao sighed softly: Sister Ning, don't make a mistake, the eldest brother is my husband, and if you want to enter my house, you have to pass the little sister first.

Luo Ning blushed into her neck, and said softly, Who wants to enter you—good sister, I will forget the good things you and eldest brother did in my boudoir, so you will spare my sister, okay?

The third round, four and two, is 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 popular candidate to win the championship. In this round, in addition to Lin Wanrong, there are three talented people.

The master said: The third round of fighting poems begins. This round, please ask the Governor, Lord Luo Min, to write a question.

Luo Min stood up slowly and patted her belly to know: Today's poetry competition, all the outstanding talents are showing their romance, it is really wonderful. As the governor of Jiangsu, the first constitution of a province, I saw the emergence of this competition. So many talents are naturally very gratifying. It happened that the little girl Luo Ning was on the 10th anniversary, and she liked poetry. The old man also wanted to take advantage of the east wind of this poetry competition to find a good family for her. wish.

Seeing that Luo Min didn't ask the question, everyone first mentioned the rumored matter of Miss Luo's choice of her husband, and they were all excited immediately. This is the biggest highlight of this poetry competition, and a legend of a talented and beautiful woman will be born. Although most talented people can only watch the fun, but is it not lucky to be able to experience this event in person?

Luo Min continued: There are two criteria for choosing a son-in-law for a young daughter, one is outstanding talent and extraordinary, and the other is that the little girl can see what she likes, and she has to pass the test of the little girl herself, so that she can pass the test. As for the little girl's appearance, the old man also Needless to say, all the elders and villagers in Jinling City can testify.

Hey, Lord Luo, please hurry up and take the test, I'm a little hungry. Lin Wanrong interrupted the old man Luo with a smile, which attracted laughter from everyone.

Big brother has always been so bad-- Luo Ning looked at Lin Wanrong behind the curtain, blushing ashamed.

Luo Min said: Okay, this is the case, the old man will not delay everyone's precious work, so this is the question. This is a solitary poem and a palindrome poem, called spring, summer, autumn and winter. Each sentence recites a season. What the old man recites is the first One sentence. Yingti An Liu Nong Chun Qing Ye Yue Ming - Please continue to the talented people.

When all the talented people heard this poem, their expressions changed. It turns out that this sentence is not only a palindrome poem for reciting spring, but these ten words also contain a seven-character quatrain, which can be read separately and then added with a palindrome, that is: The ying sings on the bank and the willows are in the spring, and the willows are in the spring and the moon is bright at night. ; bright moon nights, clear springs, willows, clear springs, willows sing on the banks of the willows.

Lin Wanrong also stuck out his tongue secretly. This old man Luo wrote a poem with so many tricks in it. Damn, he clearly didn't want people to answer it. Lao Tzu will not let you do so.

After Luo Min's sentence, the next sentence should be Yong Xia. But this poem is really difficult. Wu Xue'an and Zhao Kangning looked at each other and didn't dare to answer. This Luo Min really deserved to be the number one talent.

The Governor-General looked around and said with a smile: Four young masters, can you come up? Seeing that no one answered, he asked again, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

Qiaoqiao in the background said anxiously: Master Luo has such a difficult problem, don't you want to recruit a son-in-law for your sister?

Luo Ning also stomped his feet and said: Daddy, what is this doing? Obviously I don't want to hire a son-in-law. He forced me to come. Now that my eldest brother finally made it to the semi-finals, he made such a problem to make things difficult. Brother, I really hate people.

Qiaoqiao stuck out her cute little tongue and laughed secretly in her heart, this Lord Luo is not only embarrassing for the elder brother, why don't you say it.

Luo Ning sighed softly: Qiaoqiao, in fact, it's not that simple. After my grandmother's birthday that day, Prince Ning actually asked someone to come to the house to propose a kiss-

Proposing marriage? Qiaoqiao said in surprise, Then sister, have you agreed?

Luo Ning glanced at her with a wry smile and said, Silly girl, if you agree, is there still a marriage proposal?

Qiaoqiao nodded and said, I understand. It turns out that Lord Luo chose a son-in-law through this poetry meeting to reject the little prince.

Luo Ning said lightly: This son-in-law selection is only one aspect, there are many things behind it, that is what Daddy thinks about, and it is not our daughter's control. After Daddy spread the news of this son-in-law, I was still in the dark. Gu Li, according to my opinion, I absolutely do not want to do such a boring thing. But Daddy also has his considerations, and in the end he also agreed to me, this son-in-law must be the one I choose.

I understand, that's why you asked my eldest brother to participate in this poetry competition. Whether you have talent or not, whether you like it or not, that's all you have to say. Qiaoqiao suddenly realized.

Luo Ning nodded shyly and did not dare to say any more.

But who can continue this sentence? Luo Min asked again with a smile.

The people in the hall looked at each other in dismay. Originally, they were thinking that the four-in-two could have a fierce fight. How could they know the question of the Governor-General, and all the talents were stumped, not only Ning Xiaowang and Wu Xue'an did not respond, but even the blockbuster Lin San was also silent. In this way, is it that no one can take a step forward?

Brother, hurry up— Luo Yuan and Qing Shan looked anxious and couldn't stop gasping.

Seeing Luo Min's shy belly and secretly smug look, Lin Wanrong couldn't help laughing. Seeing the silence in the hall, he stood up and said with a smile: Lord Luo, I want to read a poem next time.

When everyone in the hall saw someone standing up, there was an uproar, and it was the dark horse Lin San, who had passed the barrier all the way, and became even more excited. But when I heard that he wanted to recite poetry, I was a little disappointed. This is Solitaire poetry. What do I want you to do? If you can't pick up Lord Luo's poems, then you don't have to do this test.

Wu Xue'an lost his ugliness last round, and already had a grudge against Lin San. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but sneer: This is Solitaire, what's the use of asking you to recite poetry?

Lin Wanrong laughed three times and said, If it's useful, you'll know after listening to it.

Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong and said with a smile, Young Master Lin, what makes you so elegant? Please also listen to Yong.

Lin Wanrong nodded and read aloud: The fragrant lotus is clear and the water is cool, the water is cool and the wind is cool, the sun and the moon are long; the long moon and the sun are cool and the water is moving, and the cool wind is moving the water, and the lotus is fragrant.

Everyone in the hall still didn't understand, but Wu Xue'an's complexion changed greatly, Zhao Kangning and Hou Yuebai also understood immediately, with an unbelievable look on their faces.

Luo Ning recited silently twice, and suddenly shouted, Big Brother Lin won.

Shh- Qiaoqiao raised her slender index finger, indicating that the two were eavesdropping, but don't let anyone know. She was no stranger to her eldest brother's ability, and she didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words. She giggled and said, Sister Ning, don't worry now, as I said earlier, eldest brother will never disappoint.

Luo Min clapped and smiled: Okay, okay, Young Master Lin really is extraordinary. You are the only one who can pass this test.

Except for a limited number of people, everyone else didn't understand the trick. One of the sons in the audience stood up and said, Lord Luo, why did Lin San win this time? The students don't quite understand.

Luo Min smiled and said: Then let me explain it to everyone. The first sentence written by the old man is Wing Chun, and the second sentence should be Song Xia. The poems that Lin Gongzi recited were written from the original poems. , his words of chanting summer are - Fragrant lotus, clear water, moving wind, cool breeze, long sun and moon.

The crowd pondered for a while, and then they understood, and in an instant, the applause was like a wave, which lasted for a long time. The difficulty of Luo Min's question is obvious, the ability of this family Ding Linsan is really not small.

Lin Wanrong stood up, Huanhui gave a nod, and said with a smile: By mistake, let's give and give.

This spring, summer, autumn and winter poem should have been four lines. Right now, there are only spring and summer without autumn and winter, but the other three are not able to pick it up, which is really a pity. Lin Wanrong saw Luo Min's eyes twirling, constantly floating towards him. Could it be that this old man wants me to match autumn and winter, I rely on it, stop playing with me. He hurriedly said loudly, Lord Luo, who won this time?

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 it could only advance to one, and the competition ended early. He actually made Lin San lose his laurel crown, and naturally some people were dissatisfied.

Just as Luo Min was about to answer, she saw Cheng De stand up and say: Wait a minute, Lord Luo, all the adults, it was agreed that there would be four rounds of competition, how come it's over after three rounds. According to Xiaguan's opinion, For the sake of fairness, it is better to play another round. It is also so that I can have a feast for the eyes of all the talented people, don't you think?

Everyone didn't want to see such a wonderful poem fight and ended in a hurry, so they all responded with a bang. Luo Ning hurriedly stomped his feet behind the stage and said: How can these people be unbelievable?

Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong, as if asking for his opinion. Lin Wanrong cursed inwardly, you old man, don't even want your daughter's happiness? He also pretended to ask me what I was doing.

Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xue'an, a talented young man in Beijing, and Wu Xue'an stood up and said, Master Xie Cheng and Master Luo gave the three students a chance, and the students, on behalf of the young prince and brother Hou, asked Master Lin for some advice.

Just as Hou Yuebai was about to speak, Zhao Kangning gave him a stern look. Young Master Hou was afraid of the power of the little prince, so he did not dare to speak, and was naturally represented.

Lin Wanrong laughed and said, Young Master Wu, it's easy to say, this poetry contest itself is extremely fair. Now, in the last round, all the brothers will be humble and let Xiao Ke win. Master Wu has lost the opportunity, but how can I ask for advice?

The defeat of the three of them is what everyone saw with their own eyes. When Lin Wanrong asked this question, Wu Xue'an was suddenly dumbfounded. The audience around the bottom became restless and shouted, One more round, one more round—

Lin Wanrong smiled and said: But - since everyone's momentum is so enthusiastic, and Brother Wu is so sincere, it's too impersonal. It's too unreasonable. Rules are rules, and they can't be bad. Why don't you think about it? The method in the middle. Brother Wu, you can pour a cup of tea yourself, give it to Xiao Ke, call Mr. Lin, and we can play another round.

This method is to force Wu Xue'an to admit defeat and become a teacher. Even if he turns back at the last moment, the ceremony of the teacher has already been done, and winning is the same as not winning. The scholar is extremely aloof, and now the two of them are fighting poetry again. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could Wu Xue'an bow his head and snort without saying a word.

The audience below was not happy, Luo Yuan took the lead and shouted: Pour tea, pour tea—

The atmosphere under the stage was warm, Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled, but Cheng De did not speak with a dark face. Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xue'an, Wu Xue'an gritted his teeth in desperation, got up to pour tea, brought it to Lin Wanrong and said, Mr. Lin, please use tea!

Lin Wanrong sat on the chair, didn't get up, took the tea cup, nodded and smiled like an old pedant: You can teach me, I can teach you!

The master said loudly, This is the second round. The two talents compete, and you can choose the topic freely.

Wu Xue'an gritted his teeth angrily. With a wave of his hand, he said, No need, I only write one poem, limited to a cup of tea. Please Mr. Lin match the previous one. If he matches, I will be considered a loser.

When everyone saw that the most critical time had come, the genius in Beijing seemed to be completely irritated, and the good show was about to be staged. He had already held his breath and listened to his question.

Wu Xue'an slowly walked a few steps in the hall, thinking of the humiliation he had experienced today, and his heart became more and more indignant, and he said loudly: Youmu is also chess, and Wumu is also its own. If you remove the chess side wood, if you add a debt, you will be deceived. Longyou. Diving is a bad shrimp show, and the tiger falls and Pingyang is bullied by the dog.

This is the true portrayal of his mood today. He is a well-known talent in Beijing. He was invited to participate in the Jinling Poetry Competition. For a scholar who is so arrogant and famous, it is really unbearable.

As soon as Wu Xue'an's voice fell, someone in the hall shouted loudly. Although his poem was swearing in secret, he was also very witty. As expected, he was worthy of being a genius in Beijing, and he did have some knowledge. Lin Wanrong glanced at the hall, and saw that those applauding people kept looking at Zhao Kangning secretly, obviously it was the eyeliner of this little prince. Damn, play this with me, when I play this, you are still playing with yellow mud and pee, Lin Wanrong sneered.

Encouraged by the crowd, Wu Xue'an felt that the insult he had received before had decreased a bit, and he became bold and said loudly, Young Master Lin, it's time for a cup of tea, may you be right?

Lin Wanrong laughed and said, It's just a poem fight, it's purely for entertainment. Brother Wu, don't worry too much, I'm wrong about this poem.

Wu Xue'an said with joy: What? Could it be that Brother Lin, did you admit defeat? Is this strange?

Admit defeat? Lin Wanrong snorted coldly: Brother Wu, to tell you the truth, the word admit defeat is never in my dictionary. What I'm afraid of is that this poem will make you too embarrassed.

Zhao Kangning stood up and said, Lin San, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and read the poem you wrote. If you don't agree, you will automatically step aside.

Lin Wanrong's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: Lin San is also your name? Little prince, could it be that you forgot the promise that day?

Zhao Kangning's face was flushed red, and he gritted his teeth bitterly: Then please Mr. Lin, hurry up and talk to the poem.

When they came out, some people in the hall knew what was going on, but most people didn't know why, but when they saw that the little prince was scolded by Lin San, they didn't dare to talk back, and their hearts were very strange.

Lin Wanrong laughed: Since Brother Wu and the little prince are so kind, Xiao Ke will give it a try. Brother Wu's poems are extremely interesting, what kind of dragons, tigers, shrimps and dogs are they really powerful. Very much. It seems that the talents in Beijing are the dragons and tigers. We Jiangnan scholars are useless little shrimps in your eyes. This is too small for my Jiangnan talents.

Wu Xue'an's poem was just a satire on Lin Wanrong, who knew that when he expanded infinitely, he turned into an attack on Jiangnan talents. There are many scholars in Jiangnan. Lin San seems to have represented Jiangnan talents. Wu Gongzi's secret scolded, and suddenly the yellow mud fell into the crotch, not shit but shit.

When Wu Xue'an opened his mouth to write a poem, he never thought about it at all. He never thought that Lin San was so cunning, and in a blink of an eye, he pulled the Jiangnan talent into his camp, and he really miscalculated greatly. Wu Gongzi secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and dared not speak again.

Lin Wanrong said: Since Wu Gongzi is so underestimated by me as a genius in the south of the Yangtze River, then I can't be polite. Today we are on the Qinhuai River, and we will enter the question with running water: if there is water, it is also a stream, and if there is no water, it is Xi, remove the stream. Bian Shui, adding birds is? (chicken), proud that the cat is stronger than the tiger, and the phoenix is ​​not as good as the chicken.

Okay, okay— The applause in the hall was like thunder, spreading all over the Qinhuai River. This is all from the heart of the people. In this last round of competition, Lin Wanrong was calm and generous. Not only was he not afraid of Wu Xue'an, a talented young man in Beijing, but he also learned his insults intact, which was extremely beautiful.

Wu Xue'an's face turned pale, Zhao Kangning's face was ashen, and he couldn't make a sound.

Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Damn, doing these bird poems is more tiring than fighting a war. For the sake of this little girl Luo Ning, this genius has spent a lot of effort this time.

Luo Min clapped and smiled and said, Okay, okay, okay, the four rounds of this poetry competition have ended successfully. Young Master Lin is very talented, and it is what everyone expects to be the leader.

Lin Wanrong's heart is calm, except for winning the championship, everything else is expected, there is nothing to surprise.

Guo Wuchang was cheering for Lin San, but a servant from the Xiao family hurried over and said something in the ear of Young Master Biao. Guo Wuchang was startled, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Lord Luo, what do Miss Luo think of our Young Master Lin? One person in the hall shouted, everyone laughed, and there was a commotion in the hall. This is the highlight of this poetry competition, how can it be? Don't talk?

Is this— Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled: The choice of a relative is ultimately up to the little girl to decide. Come, please quickly ask the lady—

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 one side embroidered a brocade handkerchief with mandarin ducks. She walked to Lin Wanrong, blessed with a blessing, and said with a smile: Lin Gongzi, please Well, these two things were given to the son by my young lady and asked the son to compose a poem together.

What do you mean, Lin Wanrong looked at the lotus tent and the mandarin duck pagoda, as if she saw Luo Ning's blushing little girl, hiding behind the scenes and secretly looking at herself. He smiled coquettishly, and his heart was beating wildly. This chick is interesting, even an idiot can see it. It was you who confessed to me, why do you still make me horny. Alas, this woman has much thinner skin than me.

He was very excited at this time, and the two little poems were not to mention. He took the pen and paper and scribbled a few lines. He said two words in his ear.

What? Lin Wanrong was startled, lost the pen and paper, and flew out of the cabin.