Facing Hong Tao's congratulations, Lin Haoming pretended to be very happy, took out a golden bead and threw it to Hong Tao. When Hong Tao saw it, she was also pleasantly surprised. This was enough for her to spend a few nights with him. .
"Mr. Zhang, if I ask you to come on stage, it means that someone else has answered correctly. There will be a competition at that time. Mr. Zhang, don't be frightened. Miss Qiulian likes a lot of things, and some of them may be what Mr. Zhang is good at!" Take it! Jinzhu and Hongtao saw that Lin Haoming was very pleasing to their eyes, so they deliberately reminded him kindly.
Sure enough, when Lin Haoming walked up, two other people also came up, one of them was the young master who came down from upstairs.
"It turns out to be Young Master Tang. I didn't expect Young Master Tang to be here too!" Qiu Lian also greeted the young master who came down the stairs.
Lin Haoming couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, because this Mr. Tang was really his uncle. The child born to his grandfather, who was the right prime minister, in his late fifties and Mrs. Xuxian, was less than twenty years old and younger than himself, but this The guy has been spoiled since he was a child, and he is completely a second-generation ancestor.
Facing Qiu Lian's greetings, he smiled and said: "Qiu Lian, I have been waiting for you for a good opportunity. You can't let me down this time!"
"Mr. Tang, I can't break the rules of Qingsi Pavilion. If Mr. Tang can pass the test, then Qiu Lian will naturally accompany him!" Qiu Lian also smiled when she spoke, but there was a warning in her words, which made this man Mr. Tang's face didn't look very good either.
The person behind the Qingsi Pavilion is the uncle of the current king of Xuanxi Kingdom. It is said that he was born with a disability, but he is very smart. When the late emperor seized the throne, he was the one who made the plan to let his brother win the throne. , ten years later, he helped this nephew win the throne. It has been more than ten years now. It can be said that there is one person under Xuanxi Kingdom and more than ten thousand people. Even the emperor above him respects this uncle very much. , whoever dares to cause trouble in his place simply doesn’t want to live anymore.
"Okay, Qiu Lian, please give me a question!" Mr. Tang said nonchalantly.
Lin Haoming looked at his little uncle. He didn't seem to care openly, but he cared secretly. He even gave Lin Haoming and another person a hint of his gaze, making it clear that the two of them should withdraw.
"My topic is very simple. Today is a full moon. The three of you will compose poems directly based on the moon. Whoever writes the best poems will be my guest tonight. I will give you a quarter of an hour!" Qiu Lian said.
Poetry is also a common topic, but Mr. Tang's face turned bad, because this guy has not loved these things since he was a child. Instead, he likes to wield swords and guns. Poetry is definitely the biggest headache for him.
When Lin Haoming heard this, he also understood in his heart that this girl Qiulian probably fell in love with another person. Indeed, the way he dressed now, he was a burly man in his late thirties. Although he could not be said to be ugly, he was definitely not ugly. Young Master, the one who was on the stage together looked like a man in his mid-twenties, dressed in brocade clothes, and holding a folding fan in his hand. He looked like an elegant man who had read poetry and books.
Composing poems on the spot, naturally you can't collude with others. Looking at the three small tables and the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that were brought up, Mr. Tang's face became ugly, but he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
Since he couldn't write anything, Mr. Tang simply stared at the other person. That person was stared at by Mr. Tang, and his face gradually became ugly. The pen he had picked up did not come down for a long time. Instead, because of the passage of time, A drop of ink fell on the paper.
When Mr. Tang saw it, he laughed loudly, then picked up a pen and started writing on the paper. After a while, he put away the pen and looked at Qiu Lian with a smile.
Qiu Lian originally expected the young man in brocade to write poems, but she didn't expect that this guy was actually a coward despite his appearance. She suddenly lost interest and was already thinking about how to deal with this idiot named Tang.
"Miss Qiulian, this is my poem, please read it!" Mr. Tang laughed.
Qiu Lian picked it up and looked at it twice, then she couldn't help but smile to herself, and then she read: "Moon, month, month, the beginning of the month is like a hook with fifteen circles; the sea rises and the clouds disappear, I pray under the moonlight."
Hearing this poem, many people who relied on themselves to read poetry books couldn't help but want to laugh. However, some people who knew this Tang Gongzi were a little surprised. They didn't expect that he could actually write poetry.
Qiu Lian also felt a wry smile in her heart. She could write poems of this level when she was more than ten years old. The young master of Tang Dynasty was still feeling smug at this time.
"Miss Qiulian, I have finished writing!" At this moment, Lin Haoming suddenly spoke.
Qiu Lian had no expectations for the poems of Lin Haoming, who looked like a rough guy at first glance. He only expected to be worse than this good-for-nothing from the Tang family. But when he saw Lin Haoming's poems, he was stunned.
"Qiu Lian, is this guy's writing too bad?" The loser from the Tang family looked at Qiu Lian in a daze and laughed. In his opinion, even the literacy level of this martial artist is limited.
Qiu Lian was reminded by him, but she came back to her senses and read: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raising a glass to the bright moon, facing the shadow into three people. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me Body. Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon, my entertainment must last until spring. I sing to the moon and wander around, and my dancing shadows are scattered. When we are awake, we have fun, but when we are drunk, we are separated. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han."
"What a poem!" Many people were amazed when they heard this poem. No one could have imagined that such a vulgar man could write such a wild and uninhibited poem.
"Young Master is a great talent. I am lucky to be able to meet you. I wonder if you can give this calligraphy treasure to me!" Qiu Lian said excitedly to Lin Haoming.
"Impossible, how can you, a martial artist, write such a poem? If you have the guts, write another one!" Although the Tang family's loser is not very good, he can still see that Lin Haoming's level is indeed far beyond his. My heart suddenly became unbalanced.
"Young Master Tang, are you planning to break the rules here? Since this young master is better than you in the competition, please invite Mr. Tang to go back. Young Master, please follow me to the backyard!"
Facing Qiu Lian's voice, the face of the loser from the Tang family suddenly became extremely ugly, and he looked very displeased at Lin Haoming. He was obviously already thinking about how to teach this kid a lesson.
Of course, he didn't have the nerve to keep it at this time. He flicked his sleeves and strode out directly.
"Young Master, don't worry. If that Young Master Tang dares to do anything unfavorable to Young Master, it will be tantamount to breaking the rules of Qingsi Pavilion. Young Master, please come with me!" When Qiu Lian looked at Lin Haoming again at this time, she found that he Rough Mine's appearance is a manifestation of boldness and freedom. Compared with those so-called handsome young men, he doesn't know how many times more free and easy. He was a little obsessed for a while.
