"Um, what should I write?"
Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin looked at each other and twitched the corners of their mouths.
I promised to be quick, but I really don’t have any ink in my stomach~
Qin Huaiying naturally knew the background of these idiots. He shook his head and said helplessly: "Forget it, you can write whatever you want, whatever you can write!"
"Um, okay..."
Then several people began to work on their own. Cheng Chumo, Yu Chi, and Baolin frowned and looked left and right, much like the students in the back row in future exams.
Seeing that the fools around them really had no hope, they looked at each other with disgust.
Then he pretended to think for a while, took a pen, and wrote some verses that he thought were 'good' on the paper -
Tang Sufan took a look from the side and was very pleased. It turned out that the characters of these things were on the same level as his~
Even Li Xiaogong smiled calmly, seeing a few young people having fun.
Why don't you just pick up a pen and write something down? Compared with the words written by Cheng Chumo and a few idiots, it can be said that there is a huge difference——
At this time, Tang Sufan turned slightly sideways with a shy face, came close to Li Qingtang, and said with a playful face: "Cousin Qing, why don't you write it for me?"
Li Qingtang couldn't help but secretly laugh. Is this really the young man who just casually made a quatrain?
He was like an immortal just now, but now he seems to have lost all his halo and turned back into a slightly philistine and funny young man from the city...
However, Li Qingtang looked calm and replied softly: "Why should I help you write it~"
Tang Sufan didn't show any pretense and said directly: "Compared with your handwriting, my handwriting is like heaven and earth. If I write it, I will definitely embarrass Huaiying. How about you write it for me?"
Tang Sufan decided to practice calligraphy when he got back. It would be embarrassing if he didn't have good calligraphy skills~
Is this the little poetry fairy?
Li Qingtang also didn't expect that the little Shixian who has been rumored these days is such an interesting person, but he didn't realize that it was a bit pleasing to the eye...
Seeing Li Qingtang writing his own with an expression on his face, Tang Sufan blinked and added: "How about giving you a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus brew?"
Stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus?
Li Qingtang's eyes lit up slightly, and he said calmly, "Okay, then I'll help you write."
Then Tang Sufan quickly took a piece of rice paper.
So, Tang Sufan started to read in a low voice on the side, and Li Qingtang spread the paper and started writing.
The voices of the two of them were quite low, and Qin Huaiying and the others didn't listen for a while.
As Tang Sufan read it more and more, Li Qingtang was surprised again. Although this poem was good, it still felt weird...
Li Qingtang looked at it with a frown and couldn't help but sigh: "This poem..."
Tang Sufan chuckled and reminded in a low voice: "Look at the beginning of each sentence..."
Beginning of every sentence?
Li Qingtang looked at it and couldn't help but raise his beautiful eyebrows.
"Acrostic?"
Tang Sufan smiled, nodded, and then put the poem into his hydrangea.
Alas, I am really a master at assisting~
I admire myself...
After putting the hydrangea in, Qin Huaiying couldn't help but glance at Tang Sufan.
The two of them had just been writing nonchalantly when they were pestered by Cheng Chumo and those fools.
…
In addition, it blocked the line of sight, so I could only see a rough outline for a while, but I still couldn’t see clearly...
Tang Sufan smiled mysteriously and patted Qin Huaiying on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, it won't be better than the Chinese Valentine's Day song I gave you..."
As if his thoughts were broken, Qin Huaiying laughed dryly and quickly looked elsewhere...
After a while, someone had already written it and was looking at the actress on the stage, ready to send it over.
But what Tang Sufan didn't expect was that the first person to present the hydrangea was an old Confucian scholar with slightly gray hair, probably in his fifties or sixties~
After finishing writing an article eloquently, he stood up straight.
With a wave of his embroidered robe, he put on his airs, then with confidence on his face, he walked towards the stands...
Tang Sufan's mouth twitched when he saw it. He still comes to join in the fun at such an old age. This is really an old-hearted person...
Your uncle is still your uncle~
Sure enough, looking at beautiful women will make you live longer. The words of future generations will not bully me——
The old Confucian scholar walked straight to the stand and handed it to a woman on the stage who was wearing a patterned white dress and had an enchanting face.
The maid of Hua Ling smiled and took it, and Hua Ling also smiled charmingly and said thank you, and then the hydrangea hung on the wooden board behind the woman...
The old Confucian scholar talked confidently for a few words, thinking he was showing some character, and then straightened his waist and walked back in a square step.
The woman in the stands glanced triumphantly in the direction of Su Meiyu, raised her pretty lips and smiled softly.
"Sister Meiyu, I didn't expect that this first hydrangea would be here with me. Please forgive me, sister Meiyu~"
But I secretly cursed in my heart, what the hell, this first hydrangea was actually given by this old man!
Su Meiyu looked coldly, glanced slightly, and said mercilessly: "No problem, I didn't expect Sister Huayun's charm to be so great for these old Confucian students..."
"you!"
Hua Yunliu raised her eyebrows and became angry when she saw Su Meiyu's cold look.
^0^ Remember in one second【】
Come everywhere.
He snorted coldly in his heart, "Huh, after tonight, let's see how you can still pretend to be noble."
This position at the top of the list of hualings belongs to me!
In the hall, the noise continued for a while.
Everyone is still writing and talking, and they are not in a hurry to hand in, after all, there is still a while...
On the third floor of Chunxin Pavilion, there was a woman wearing a veil, looking at the scene downstairs through a small window.
It’s Yin Qiaoer…
It's not that she wore a veil on purpose, but if this appearance was discovered, she would avoid a lot of trouble...
At this time, the girl beside me suddenly said in a crisp voice: "Sister, then... isn't that the little poetry fairy in the poetry meeting that day?"
Yin Qiaoer, who was deep in thought, was startled and subconsciously asked: "Where is it?"
"Where is it? Where is it?"
The little girl gently pointed in the direction, and Yin Qiaoer quickly looked at it.
From this direction, you can just see Tang Sufan.
His eyes slowly looked over...
Yin Qiaoer quietly looked at Tang Sufan's face downstairs, silently...
It's rare to be able to look at him so quietly, and it's wonderful...
Fan Di's face is even more reminiscent of his mother's, but he is actually a good-looking and handsome man.
I don’t know how many of his daughters’ families will be obsessed with him in the future~
…
Yin Qiaoer's face under the veil sometimes chuckles, sometimes worries, and sometimes purses her lips, with a hint of sparkle in her eyes...
A long time passed.
Only then did Yin Qiaoer come back to his senses.
Looking at the group of people around Tang Sufan, his eyes couldn't help but condense.
Qin Huaiying of Duke Yi's Mansion?
Cheng Chumo from Duke Lu’s Mansion?
And those are the two brothers from the Duke of Xing's family, right?
There is another one who should be from the Li family, but I have never seen the other young man who is also handsome...
Yin Qiaoer frowned, how could Su Fan be with so many dignitaries again?
Could it be that he was under some kind of coercion?
For a moment, Yin Qiaoer became worried again.
Li Xiaogong, on the other hand, leaned sideways, with his back slightly to the stands.
But that broad back gave Yin Qiaoer an even more indescribable feeling.
This person is definitely not simple!
It seems like déjà vu...
Xiao Mingyue laughed at the side, her eyes were like crescent moons, and she said with a smile.
"Sister, this little poetry fairy is here tonight. I'm afraid this poem will be more beautiful..."
Yin Qiaoer's brows slowly relaxed. It must be Fan Di's great talent that allowed him to get to know these high-ranking disciples.
But after hearing this, Qing smiled and said angrily: "Huh, I learned to come to these places at a young age!"
But there was no blame in his tone.
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(End of chapter)
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