Four rounds of poetry (2)

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

 Luo Ning took a long breath, slowly opened her eyes, and said softly: "Qiaoqiao, eldest brother - did eldest brother lose?"

 Before Qiaoqiao could shake her head, she heard someone outside shouting: "If you can't do poetry, then you should leave quickly and don't hinder others from competing."

 When Zhao Kangning and Wu Xue'an saw Lin San showing such cowardice in the first round, there was a look of contempt on their faces. Only Hou Yuebai was confused. The Lin San he knew was not someone who gave up so easily. In other words, he has 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 that doesn't mean I can't chant plum."

 He drank down the glass of wine in his hand, walked slowly for a few steps, and said with a hint of drunkenness: "Ten thousand mountains and mountains carry a white head, God-given rouge lightly wipes the cheeks. Asking the orchid and bamboo spring from afar, the jade bones and ice muscles are dark The fragrance comes."

 "Okay-" This time, it was Luo Yuan, Qingshan, and Guo Wuchang who took the lead in shouting. The hall was filled with knowledgeable people, and there was a loud cheer.

 The scholar smiled and nodded and said: "From far to near, he makes good use of metaphors. There is no snow or plum in the whole sentence, but it is a praising of plum blossoms in the snow. Sure enough, there is some skill. In this poem about plum blossoms, this talented man should be the best." "

 Zhao Kangning and Wu Xue'an both had ugly expressions. They didn't expect that Lin San would take the advantage in the first battle. The two of them no longer dared to look down upon him. Zhao Kangning thought of the reputation of his couplet and secretly cursed himself for being stupid. How could he not know poetry when he knew the couple? Only Hou Yuebai was used to Lin San's prominence, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

 Luo Ning, who was hiding behind the curtain, patted her breasts gently and said angrily: "Brother, this guy scares me to death. I will never pay attention to him again——"

 Qiaoqiao burst out laughing and said softly: "Ignore him? Who will be the fastest to see him later?"

 Luo Ning said shyly: "He is your husband-in-law, so you naturally speak for him. Why didn't you laugh at others during the wedding day?"

 The two women giggled together. Qiaoqiao said: "Sister Ning, my eldest brother is the most tired of this type of poetry. It is not easy to write this poem today. I even took the first place in the first round. This is all for you. You can rest assured now, No more fainting."

 "I hate it." Luo Ning blushed lightly and whispered: "Qiaoqiao, don't get me wrong, my eldest brother and I don't, don't, don't -" She was too embarrassed to say any more. Besides, it was nothing, even a fool would I don't believe it anymore.

 Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "Sister Ning, if you have this intention, you should tell me earlier, and there will be less twists and turns in the process. You will also be less lonely. Don't you know that big brother? If he is nicer, he will be a hundred times nicer to you."

 Luo Ning hummed slightly and did not dare to speak. Qiaoqiao sighed slightly, but felt a little sad in her heart.

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

 Everyone was naturally a little surprised when they saw that the least expected boy turned out to be a dark horse, so they started asking around for his name. When I heard that this person was Ding Lin San, the servant of the Xiao Mansion who defeated the king at the Luo Mansion Banquet, I was immediately surprised. This servant was really talented. For a small servant to be able to reach the top six of the Jinling Poetry Competition, how can it not make people look at him with admiration?

 In the second round, six went to four. The two talents next to Lin Wanrong barely passed the first round. After watching other people's performances, I felt very depressed. They thought they were more talented and learned than the previous four.

 Seeing their faces, Lin Wanrong knew what they were thinking, and said with a smile: "Brothers, don't be depressed. This poem is originally meant to be playful. If you care too much, you will fall behind."

 The two people saw that he was so drunk and so close to others, they really admired him, so they smiled at him and drank the wine in front of him, and they felt that they felt a little better.

 The master sang loudly: "In this second round, only four talents can advance. Please give me your blessing, Master Cheng De, the commander of Jiangsu Province!"

 The black-faced Cheng De stood up and said loudly: "I, Mr. Cheng, was born in the military, a rough man, and not very proficient in poetry. This topic is difficult for me today. I saw that there was an abundance of wine and food on this ship. Then let's take the word "wine" as the title."

 You talented people understand that this time, you have commanded your Excellency to come up with a wine-character question, but the space is vast and can be used by anyone. Whether it is written well 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, I wrote a poem about drinking: I can't sleep with wine, and the fallen flowers are stained with blue clothes. When I get drunk, I look at the moon over the stream, and the birds are still there, and the people are few." Zhao Kangning's drinking poem There's something about it, and it talks about the beauty of drinking in Huaxi at night, which is not bad at all.

 Hou Yuebai also stood up and said: "Students also have a drinking poem: I want to pick pear blossoms to make new wine, the Qinhuai mist is raining endlessly. I listen to the wind blowing in front of the makeup mirror at dawn, half-covering my face is the sorrow of separation." This poem is a boudoir poem. "Resentment" has a good artistic conception, a bit better than Zhao Kangning's song.

 Wu Xue'an smiled slightly and chanted loudly: "It's almost dusk when the flying rain blows on the flute. The light clothes dance like common dust. The jade flute is blown and we drink together. We sit in the secluded pavilion and the moon shines on our souls."

 Xuezheng and Luo Min nodded together. In terms of momentum and artistic conception, among the top three, Wu Xue'an was the best.

 Everyone's eyes fell directly on Lin Wanrong. This servant had so many magics that no one knew what he would do. Lin Wanrong stood up and said with a smile: "Brother, please bring me some paper -"

 The boy had already diligently brought paper and pen, but Lin Wanrong threw the brush and inkstone aside, took out a pencil and wrote a few words: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. Passers-by on the road are desperate and want to ask where the shepherd boy is in the restaurant." Xinghua Village"

 After the boy hung up the calligraphy and painting, everyone looked at it curiously, and some even read it softly.

 Luo Ning opened the curtain, secretly looked at the banner, frowned, thought for a long time, suddenly clapped her hands and said happily: "I know, eldest brother won again this time."

 Qiaoqiao asked doubtfully: "Brother won? Why didn't I see it?"

 Luo Ning whispered a few words into its ear. Qiao Qiao took a closer look and saw that it was just that. At that moment, I was overjoyed and said, "Brother likes to make some strange and weird things to whet your appetite."

 Lin Wanrong inspected for a week, and his eyes fell on Wu Xue'an, and he said with a smile: "Master Wu, you are a talented person in the capital. Can you do me a favor? Read this poem for a while."

 Wu Xue'an said disdainfully: "What's so difficult about this? It rains during the Qingming Festival, and people walk on the road one after another, and people want to die! May I ask the restaurant, where is the shepherd boy? Point to Xinghua Village in the distance! Although your poems have some flavor, they are not as good as mine. "

 Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Those who don't know how to appreciate poetry will think this poem is ordinary."

 He took out his pencil, drew pauses in the middle of the poem, smiled at Master Biao and said, "Master Guo, please come and read it."

 When Guo Wuchang saw his name, Lin San immediately stood up and said proudly: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road are dying. I asked where the restaurant is, and I pointed to Xinghua Village."

 Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then burst into applause. It turned out that this poem was actually a broken poem. Different fragments of sentences form two completely different poems, and what's even more unique is that the two fragmented poems are both very charming and extraordinary. In this way, Wu Xue'an was compared.

 Wu Xue'an was so embarrassed that his face turned red as pig liver. After a while, he said: "Playing small tricks is not what I am a scholar."

 Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "I want to write a hundred poems, so I go to a restaurant in Jinling City to sleep. The emperor can't get on the boat because he calls me a wine immortal! What's the problem if I can recite a hundred drinking poems? It's just that I can't get on the boat." I don't bother to use those means to win you." Only Lin Wanrong understood this, and no one else did.

 Everyone listened to his casual recitation of good verses, so how could they be dissatisfied? Young Master Biao and the others had already slapped the table with a loud bang. This was Lin San. It is simply a blessing for the Xiao family. In this round of competition, Lin Wanrong deservedly took first place again.

 Luo Ning's face turned red with excitement, and her eyebrows turned into a smile. Qiaoqiao imitated her tone and said: "Brother and I really don't, don't, have nothing -"

 "You bad girl, you are teasing me like this." Luo Ning patted Qiaoqiao lightly a few times, her eyes full of charm.

 Qiaoqiao sighed softly and said: "Sister Ning, you must not make a mistake. The eldest brother is my husband-in-law. If you want to enter my house, you must first get through the little sister."

 Luo Ning blushed to the point of her neck and whispered: "Whoever wants to fall in love with you - good sister, I will forget all the good things you and your elder brother did in my boudoir, and you will spare my sister, okay?"

 The top priority is to advance from four to two in the third round. Through his performance in the first two rounds, Lin Wanrong has surpassed everyone and has already evolved from a dark horse to a favorite to win the championship. In addition to Lin Wanrong, there are three talented people who entered this round.

 The master said: "The third round of poetry competition begins. This round, please ask Lord Governor Luo Min to come up with the topic."

 Luo Min stood up slowly, patted his belly and said: "Today's poetry competition, all the outstanding talents showed their talents, it was really wonderful. As the governor of Jiangsu and the first constitution of the province, I saw the emergence of many people in this competition. Naturally, I am deeply gratified that there are so many talents. My daughter Luo Ning is in her twenties and loves poetry. I also want to take advantage of this poetry competition to find a good family for her, so I have been doing this for many years. wish."

 Seeing that Luo Min did not give a question, everyone first mentioned the legendary Miss Luo's selection of a husband, and everyone suddenly became excited. This is the biggest highlight of this poetry competition, and a legend of a talented man and a beautiful woman will be born. Although most talented people can only watch the fun, but how lucky are they to experience this event in person?

 Luo Min continued: "There are two criteria for selecting a son-in-law for my daughter. First, she must be talented and extraordinary. Second, she must be able to see what she likes. Only after she has passed the test by herself, can she pass the test. As for the appearance of the daughter, I am not sure. Needless to say, all the folks in Jinling City can testify."

 "Hey, Mr. Luo, please hurry up and give me some test questions. I'm a little hungry." Lin Wanrong interrupted Mr. Luo's eloquence with a smile, causing everyone to laugh.

 "Brother has always been so bad -" Luo Ning looked at Lin Wanrong from behind the curtain and said with blushing cheeks.

 Luo Min said: "Okay, in that case, I won't waste everyone's precious time, so I came up with the topic. This is a solitaire poem and a palindrome poem, called Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Each sentence recites a season. What I read is the first one. One sentence. The orioles are crowing by the willows on the bank, the spring is clear and the moon is shining brightly on a clear night - all you talented people, please continue."

 When all the talented people heard this poem, their expressions changed. It turns out that this sentence is not only a palindrome poem about spring, but these ten words also include a seven-character quatrain. Read it separately and add a palindrome, which is: "The orioles sing on the bank and the willows will make the spring clear, and the willows will make the spring clear and the moon shines on the night." ; On a bright moonlit night, there are willows in clear spring, and in clear spring, the orioles sing on the willow banks."

 Lin Wanrong also stuck out his tongue secretly. This old man Luo wrote a poem and had so many tricks in it. Damn it, he clearly didn't want anyone to answer. I won't let you get what you want.

 Following Luo Min's sentence, the next sentence should be Yong Xia's. But this poem is really difficult. Wu Xue'an and Zhao Kangning looked at each other and did not dare to answer. This Luo Min was indeed worthy of being the top talent.

 The Governor looked around and said with a smile: "Four gentlemen, are you able to pick them up?" Seeing no one answered, he asked again, with an even stronger smile on his face.

 Qiaoqiao in the background asked anxiously: "Master Luo asked such a difficult question, don't you want to find a son-in-law for your sister?"

 Luo Ning also stamped her foot fiercely and said, "What are you doing, dad? It's obvious that I don't want to recruit a son-in-law. But he forcefully asked me to come. Now that my eldest brother has finally made it to the semi-finals, he makes things difficult again with such questions." Brother, I really hate people."

 Qiaoqiao stuck out her cute little tongue and smiled secretly in her heart. Master Luo is not only making things difficult for his eldest brother, why don't you say it.

 Luo Ning sighed softly and said: "Qiaoqiao, actually this matter is not that simple. After my grandmother's birthday that day, Prince Ning actually asked someone to come directly to propose marriage——"

 "Propose marriage?" Qiaoqiao said in surprise: "Sister, have you agreed?"

 Luo Ning looked at her with a wry smile and said, "Silly girl, if I agree, is there still such a thing as a marriage proposal?"

 Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I understand. It turns out that Mr. Luo used this poetry competition to choose a son-in-law to reject the young prince."

 Luo Ningqing said: "This selection of a son-in-law is only one aspect. There are many things behind it. That is what dad wants to do, and it is not something we women can control. After dad spread the news about this selection of a son-in-law, I am still in the dark. Secretly, according to my wishes, I would never do such a boring thing. But dad also had his own considerations, and in the end he agreed to me. The choice of son-in-law must be the one I choose. "

 "I understand, that's why you asked your eldest brother to come to this poetry competition. Whether you have talent or learning, whether you like it or not, it's all up to you." Qiaoqiao suddenly realized.

 Luo Ning nodded shyly, not daring to say any more.

 "But which young master can continue this sentence?" Luo Min asked again with a smile.

 The people in the hall looked at each other. They originally thought that there would be a fierce battle between four and two. Little did they know that the question of the Governor had stumped all the talented people. Not only Prince Ning and Wu Xue'an had no reaction, but even that blockbuster question. Lin San also remained silent. If this happens, wouldn't it mean that no one can take another step forward?

 "Brother, hurry up -" Luo Yuan and Qingshan looked anxious and kept cheering.

 Lin Wanrong couldn't help but feel funny when he saw Luo Min's shy and proud look. Seeing the extreme silence in the hall, he stood up and said with a smile: "Master 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 dark horse Lin San who had made it all the way, and they became even more excited. But when they heard that he was going to recite poetry, they were all a little disappointed. This is a solitaire poem. What do you want to do with reciting poetry? If you can't connect to Mr. Luo's poem, then there is no need to continue this competition.

 Wu Xue'an had lost her ugliness in the last round and had a grudge against Lin San. After hearing his words, she couldn't help but sneer and said: "This is just a solitaire. What's the use of reciting poems for you?"

 Lin Wanrong laughed three times and said, "You will know if it is useful or not."

 Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, what kind of poem makes you so elegant? Please come and listen to it."

 Lin Wanrong nodded and read loudly: "The clear water of fragrant lotus is moved by the cool breeze, and the water is moved by the cool breeze. The sun and the moon are long; the cool breeze moves the water by the long moon, and the cool breeze moves the water by the green lotus."

 Before everyone in the hall understood, Wu Xue'an's expression changed drastically. Zhao Kangning and Hou Yuebai also understood immediately, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

 Luo Ning recited it silently twice and suddenly shouted: "Brother Lin has won."

 "Shh-" Qiaoqiao raised her slender index finger, indicating that the two of them were eavesdropping, but not to let anyone know. She is already used to her eldest brother's abilities.

Strangely, he didn't ask much after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Sister Ning, you can rest assured now. I told you before, eldest brother will never disappoint anyone."

 Luo Min clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, Mr. Lin is really talented and talented. Only you can pass this level."

 Except for a limited number of people, everyone else did not understand the secret. A young master in the audience stood up and said: "Master Luo, why is Lin San winning this time? The students don't quite understand."

 Luo Min smiled and said: "Then let me explain it to everyone. The first line that Lao Chen wrote is Wing Chun, and the second line should be Yin Xia. The verses recited by Mr. Lin are palindromes of the original poems. , his poem about summer is - the fragrant lotus and blue water are moving, the wind is cool, the sun and the moon are growing."

 After everyone thought carefully for a while, they finally understood. In an instant, there was a wave of applause that lasted for a long time. The difficulty of Luo Min's question is obvious. This servant Ding Linsan is really capable.

 Lin Wanrong stood up, bowed around him, and said with a smile: "You hit me by mistake, you give in."

 This spring, summer, autumn and winter poem was supposed to be four sentences, but now it only has spring, summer, and no autumn and winter, but the other three people can't pick up the poem, which is really a pity. Lin Wanrong saw Luo Min's eyes wandering towards him. Could it be that this old man wants me to confront Qiu and Dong? Damn it, stop playing with me. He hurriedly shouted: "Master Luo, who won this time?"

 He was the only one to answer the Solitaire poem, and it was obvious who would win. It was supposed to be a final with four teams advancing to two, but they could only advance one, and the competition ended early. Lin San actually lost the crown, so naturally some people were dissatisfied.

 Just as Luo Min was about to answer, he saw Cheng De standing up and saying, "Wait a minute, Mr. Luo, gentlemen, we agreed that it would be a four-formation competition, but it only lasted three rounds and it was about to end. According to the official, For the sake of fairness, it's better to have another round. It also allows us to feast our eyes on all the talented people, don't you think so?"

 Everyone didn't want to see such a wonderful poetry contest end in a hurry, so they all responded with a bang. Luo Ning stamped her feet behind the stage and said: "How can these people not believe what they say?"

 Luo Min glanced at Lin Wanrong, seemingly asking for his opinion. Lin Wanrong cursed in his heart, you old man, don't you even care about your daughter's happiness? Why did you come to ask me hypocritically?

 Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xue'an, a talented scholar in the capital. Wu Xue'an immediately stood up and said, "Thank you Master Cheng and Master Luo for giving the three students a chance. The students will represent the young prince and Brother Hou to consult Mr. Lin."

 Just as Hou Yuebai was about to speak, Zhao Kangning glared at him fiercely. Mr. Hou was afraid of the power of the young prince, so he did not dare to speak, so he was naturally represented.

 Lin Wanrong chuckled and said, "It's easy for Mr. Wu. This poetry competition itself is extremely fair. Now in the last round, brothers, please be humble and let Xiao Ke win. Mr. Wu has lost the opportunity, so how can he ask for advice?"

 The defeat of the three of them was witnessed by everyone. When Lin Wanrong asked, Wu Xue'an was speechless. The spectators below became agitated and shouted: "One more round, one more round -"

 Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "But - since everyone is so enthusiastic and Brother Wu is so sincere, it would be too unhuman to not allow it. Rules are rules and they can't be bad. How about this? I'll think of a twist. The winning method. Brother Wu, please pour a cup of tea yourself, send it to Xiao Ke, call Mr. Lin, and we can have another round."

 This method is to force Wu Xue'an to admit defeat and become a disciple. Even if he comes back in the last moment, the ceremony of respecting the master has been performed, so even if he wins, it means he has not won. Scholars are extremely arrogant, and now they are fighting poetry again. In full view of everyone, how could Wu Xue'an be willing to be inferior to others, snorting but not speaking.

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

 The atmosphere in the audience was lively. Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled, but Cheng De said nothing with a dark face. Zhao Kangning winked at Wu Xue'an repeatedly. Wu Xue'an had no choice but to grit his teeth, stood up, poured tea, brought it to Lin Wanrong and said: "Mr. Lin, please use the tea!"

 Lin Wanrong sat on the chair without getting up. He took the tea cup, nodded and smiled like an old scholar: "You can teach me, I can teach you!"

 The master said loudly: "This is the last round. The two talents compete and can choose the topic freely."

 Wu Xue'an gritted his teeth angrily. He waved his hand fiercely and said: "No need, I will only write one poem, limited to a cup of tea. Please ask Mr. Lin to answer one. If he matches, I will lose."

 Everyone saw that the most critical moment had arrived. The talented man from the capital seemed to be completely irritated, and the show was about to begin. They had already held back their breaths to listen to his questions.

 Wu Xue'an walked slowly in the hall for a few steps. Thinking of today's humiliation, he became more and more angry and said loudly: "With wood, it is also a chess piece, and without wood, it is also a chess piece. If you remove the side wood of the chess piece, adding a missing piece is bullying. Long You Diving makes a fool of yourself, a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog."

 This is a true portrayal of his mood today. He is a well-known talent in the capital. He was invited to participate in the Jinling Poetry Competition. He thought he would be a great success. However, he first read the wrong poem and later became his disciple in public. For a scholar like him who is arrogant and famous, it is really unbearable.

 As soon as Wu Xue'an finished speaking, someone in the hall shouted loudly. Although his poem was a curse in secret, it was also very witty. He was indeed worthy of being a talented scholar in the capital, and he did have some knowledge. Lin Wanrong glanced at the hall and saw that the applauding people were looking at Zhao Kangning secretly. They were obviously the little prince's spies. Damn it, play this trick with me. When I play this trick, you are still playing with yellow mud and urine. Lin Wanrong smiled coldly.

 Wu Xue'an was encouraged by the crowd, and felt that the "insult" he had suffered earlier was reduced a bit. He became more courageous and said loudly: "Mr. Lin, it's time for tea, maybe you can handle it?"

 Lin Wanrong chuckled and said: "It's just a poem fight, purely for entertainment. Brother Wu, don't pay too much attention to it, I am wrong about this poem."

 Wu Xue'an said happily: "What's going on? Brother Lin, are you admitting defeat? Is this unusual?"

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

 Zhao Kangning stood up and said, "Lin San, stop talking nonsense and read out the poem you made quickly. If you can't get it right, step aside automatically."

 Lin Wanrong's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "You can call me Lin San? My little prince, could it be that you forgot the promise you made that day?"

 Zhao Kangning's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Then please Mr. Lin, please hurry up and read the poems."

 As soon as 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 did not dare to talk back even after being scolded by Lin San, they all felt strange in their hearts.

 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, tiger, shrimp and dog are, it is really powerful Quite. It's like you, the talented people from the capital, are the dragons and tigers, while we, the Jiangnan scholars, are all worthless little shrimps in your eyes. This is too underestimating the Jiangnan talented people."

 Wu Xue'an's poem was originally just a satire on Lin Wanrong, but after he expanded it infinitely, it turned into a criticism of Jiangnan talents. Most of the people in the hall were Jiangnan scholars. Now Lin San seemed to represent Jiangnan talents, and Wu Gongzi was a secret After scolding, yellow mud suddenly fell into my crotch. It was either shit or shit.

 When Wu Xue'an started composing poems, he never thought about this at all. He never thought that Lin San was so cunning and would pull Jiangnan talented people into his camp in a blink of an eye. He really made a huge miscalculation. Mr. Wu secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and did not dare to speak again.

 Lin Wanrong said hehely: "Since Mr. Wu looks down on me, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, I can't be polite anymore. Today we are on the Qinhuai River, so I will use flowing water as the theme: if there is water, it is also a stream, and if there is no water, it is also a ridicule. Remove the stream On the edge of the water, if you add birds, it becomes a chicken (chicken). The proud cat is more powerful than the tiger, and the hairless phoenix is not as good as the chicken."

 "Okay, okay -" The applause in the hall was like thunder, spreading throughout the Qinhuai River. These are all from the sincerity of everyone. In this last round of competition, Lin Wanrong was calm and magnanimous. Not only was he not afraid of Wu Xue'an, the talented man in the capital, but he also copied his insults intact, which was extremely beautiful.

 Wu Xue'an's face turned pale, and Zhao Kangning's face was ashen and speechless.

 Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Damn it, writing these bird poems is more tiring than fighting a battle. For this little girl Luo Ning, I have spent a lot of effort this time.

 Luo Min clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, okay, the four rounds of this poetry competition have come to a successful conclusion. Mr. Lin is extremely talented and has been crowned the leader, as expected by everyone."

 Lin Wanrong felt calm. Except for winning the championship, everything else was expected. There was nothing surprising.

 Guo Wuchang was cheering for Lin San, but a servant of the Xiao Mansion came over hurriedly and said something in the ear of the young master. Guo Wuchang was startled and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.

 "Lord Luo, what do Miss Luo think of our Mr. Lin?" someone in the hall shouted, everyone burst into laughter, and the hall became noisy. This is the highlight of this poetry competition, so how can we Don't talk?

 "Is this——" Luo Min stroked his beard and smiled and said, "The choice of marriage will ultimately be decided by my daughter. Come, please quickly call me Miss——"

 As soon as Luo Min finished speaking, she saw a little maid coming out from behind the curtain, holding a hibiscus tent and a brocade handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks on one side. She walked to Lin Wanrong, blessed her with a blessing, and said with a smile: "Master Lin, please Yes, these two things were given to the young master by my young lady, and asked the young master to compose a poem with them."

 What do you mean? Lin Wanrong looked at the hibiscus tent and mandarin duck handkerchief, and seemed to see that little girl Luo Ning with a blushing face, hiding behind the scenes and secretly looking at him. He smiled coquettishly, and his heart was pounding. This girl is interesting. Even a fool can see it. You have obviously confessed your love to me, so why do you still want to make me wet? Alas, this woman is much thinner-skinned than me.

 He was in a state of arousal at this time, and he wanted to write two little poems about obscenity. He took out a pen and paper and wrote down a few lines. Before he could finish writing, he saw his young master Guo Wuchang rushing forward with an anxious look on his face. Said a few words in his ear.

 "What?" Lin Wanrong was shocked, threw away the pen and paper, and flew out of the cabin.