Looking at the annoying Jin Qing, Lin Dachui really didn't want to discuss the question of whether he was stupid or not.
Lowering his head and quietly portraying himself as an ordinary-looking maid, Lin Dachui frowned and pondered: What method should be used to silence Jin Qing at the banquet.
Lin Xiangyun looked at Lin Dachui's appearance curiously, and whispered to Jin Qing: "If I could be as beautiful as her, I would never act ugly on purpose."
Jin Qing reached out and patted Lin Xiangyun on the head: "You are normal!" At least his aesthetics are normal.
Lin Dachui: "..." Next time you say something bad about me, could you please say it behind my back?
And she didn't make her face like this just to protect these two guys.
Lin Dachui is very confident about his appearance.
If she didn't hide her appearance, the Lin sisters would never be able to stop.
Outside the Marquis Jingyuan's Mansion, the carriages of each family have been parked, and they will park the carriages in order at the designated location in the Marquis' Mansion.
In addition to the main gate, the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion also opened east and west side doors.
There is a post reviewer standing at the intersection. He will decide where to introduce the guests to the house according to the specifications of the post.
Lin Qingqing handed the post in his arms to the reviewer with an expressionless face, feeling ashamed in his heart that he wished he could dig in through a crack in the ground.
It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing.
The person who reviewed the sticker was also an obedient person. He looked at this gold sticker without gold foil and had no reaction.
He just asked Jie Yin to take charge of the matter and invited people in through the front door.
There are only titles in the capital, and there are many people who are poor.
This is not the first time this has happened. It’s just that most people are shameless and don’t do things so blatantly.
Perhaps it has something to do with the family tradition of the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion. This so-called poetry competition is more like a symposium.
Marquis Jingyuan sat at the head of the table, and sitting on both sides of him were four contemporary great scholars.
The rows of tables facing each other under Marquis Jingyuan were placed with vegetables and fruits.
The one sitting on the left is a male guest, and the one sitting on the right is a female guest. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a proper banquet.
Jin Qing was placed at the end of the first row, and at several tables to her left sat the county magistrate, the princess's daughter, and other noble ladies with higher status.
At this time, the banquet hall was quiet. Marquis Jingyuan looked around with satisfaction, said a few polite words, and left first.
The four great scholars stayed to act as referees.
After Marquis Jingyuan left, the tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed a lot.
Everyone is well aware of the purpose of this poetry contest.
The people in Qing'an are civilized, and as long as they agree with each other, official media can come to propose marriage.
And this poetry competition at Jingyuan Marquis Mansion is definitely a good opportunity to meet each other.
Although there are no garden tours or games like pot throwing.
But it can bring everyone together in one place, so that you can get closer to the person you like more truly.
Thinking of this, the men were all ready to move, and they couldn't wait to get ready to show off on stage.
Seeing that the men were about to go on stage to open their screens, Jin Qing reached out and turned to Lin Dachui beside him: "When will the food be served?"
The corners of Lin Dachui's eyes twitched and he asked in a low voice: "You are hungry again." Is this person a straight man?
Jin Qing looked at Lin Dachui in surprise: "I came here hungry to begin with!" How could he be full at home?
Lin Dachui's face twisted into a ball: What should I do? I feel like this ancestor is here to embarrass himself.
At the same time, the fourth prince sitting in the courtyard was listening attentively to what was going on outside the courtyard.
But all that could be heard was the faint sound of wind.
The fourth prince frowned and asked the sturdy eunuch who was cleaning the fallen leaves: "Fugui, isn't there a banquet? Why are you so quiet?"
Fugui sighed softly: "Your Highness, if you want to see it, my servant will carry you there..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the fourth prince: "No."
How could he, a dying man, ruin other people's mood?
Hearing the fourth prince's rejection, Fugui was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "Your Highness, His Majesty has always been very concerned about your health. You will make him sad."
The fourth prince said nothing, and the courtyard became quiet again.
Thinking that the fourth prince had fallen asleep, Fugui filled a few more pieces of charcoal into the charcoal basin, then turned around and continued cleaning the yard.
After a long time, a soft word suddenly floated in the air: "Because you are reassured, you only care."
Fugui paused: What?
But when he turned his head, he saw that the fourth prince seemed to be fast asleep.
Fugui dug his ears. Did he hear wrong just now?
At this time, Jin Qing was looking at Lin Dachui with a persistent look on his face: "I'm hungry."
Lin Dachui gritted his teeth and suddenly bent down as if picking something up.
When he straightened up again, Lin Dachui quickly stuffed a big steamed bun into Jin Qing's hand: "Eat it while it's hot!"
Looking at Lin Dachui's collapsed chest, Jin Qing said: "...You still have one left!"
Lin Dachui: "..." What's the matter, you still have to keep it up for me!
Just as Jin Qing was lingering, trying to get Lin Dachui to take out the other steamed bun, Lin Xiangyun on the side suddenly burped loudly.
She was frightened by this astonishing scene. Why did Lin Dachui's man turn into a steamed bun?
Lin Xiangyun's sudden movement instantly alarmed everyone present.
The four leading scholars also frowned, this little girl was simply degrading her elegance.
Lin Xiangyun also found that she had become the focus of everyone, but the more anxious she became, the more she couldn't control it. One after another hiccups came out of her throat, and it was even difficult to breathe.
Lin Dachui naturally had a way to relieve Lin Xiangyun, but now he was in full view of the public, and her chest was still slumped...
Lin Xiangyun's cheeks turned red from suppressing it, and she covered her mouth hard, but there was still a muffled sound in her throat, and even her shoulders were shaking.
Jin Qing had finished eating the steamed buns and was thinking about which angle to pat Lin Xiangyun in order to help Lin Xiangyun stop hiccups.
And 707 was screaming to stop Jin Qing: "Host, please don't. If you slap me, the mission target will die."
Okay, it's a bit exaggerated, but at least it has to be a broken muscle.
Jin Qing stopped when he heard this and brought the teapot to Lin Xiangyun: "Take a sip."
Lin Xiangyun didn't care so much, grabbed the teapot, stuffed it into his mouth, and then sprayed it out with a pop.
It burned her to death!
The scholar above had already begun blowing his beard and staring, and suddenly a mocking voice came from the female guest: "This fool's sister is indeed a little fool!"
After saying that, the female guest suddenly burst into muffled laughter.
Jin Qing turned her head and saw a little girl in red looking at her proudly.
After carefully identifying the person, Lin Dachui leaned into Jin Qing's ear and said, "This is the seventh girl from General Dingyuan's Mansion. She is cousin to Feng Xiaoxiao."
Judging from this posture, he must have come here to cause trouble.
Seeing Jin Qing looking at her, the little girl raised her head even higher: "Look at what I do. If you want to prove that you are not a fool, then write a poem to prove it!"
707: "..." Host, three hundred Tang poems are ready, come on!
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I want to write a primitive farming novel and ask what kind of heroine everyone likes.
