The Daxia Dynasty was different from ancient China in that the constraints on women were not so deep. Women who have not yet left the imperial court are allowed to participate in poetry fairs and temple fairs.
Along the way, Liu Mo's mood was quite complicated. He was mostly happy, but of course there was also a little bit of nervousness.
Such a good opportunity must be taken seriously, and we must not let down the old lady's kindness.
When I was thinking about my plan to flirt with girls.
"Master Liu, Master Liu..."
Lin Shiqi reminded him, but her voice was surprisingly soft.
"Ah?" Liu Mo turned his head.
"I..." Lin Shiqi blushed again, "I can leave by myself!"
"Oh!" Liu Mo finally realized that he had never let go of Lin Shiqi's hand since he took it.
He let go of his hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I was so happy that I forgot about it."
"What are you happy about?"
"To be accompanied by such a beautiful woman as Miss Lin, my whole soul will be taken away. If I, Liu Mo, can marry you, it will be a great blessing."
Who is Liu Mo? Earth traveler. When I was on Earth, I met many girls, so I naturally understood their thoughts.
Although the Lin Shiqi in front of her could not be said to have fallen in love with her at first sight, she already knew that she was Liu Mo's future wife.
Driven by curiosity, she wanted to know more about Liu Mo.
In this case, a few compliments will surely attract her.
Sure enough, Lin Shiqi was quite happy when she heard Liu Mo praising her beauty. She blushed and smiled: "You...you are not afraid of being ugly, yet you say such frivolous words. What's so good about you? I...I didn't agree to marry you." .”
Liu Mo smiled and said: "Of course you are not marrying me."
Lin Shiqi turned her head and looked at Liu Mo. She thought she had said something wrong. "What... you!"
"It's me who married into the Lin family!"
"Ah...you, you're talking nonsense!" Lin Shiqi was anxious and shy for a moment.
"Miss Lin, let's go!"
"Humph, I'll ignore you!" Lin Shiqi said and turned around to move forward.
Hehe, little sister, you can no longer escape from my Wuzhishan, Liu Mo smiled mischievously.
He knew that this girl had already developed a crush on him.
The Poetry Festival is held on the edge of the Xizi River in Linyang City, with many performances on the seven-boat boat. Along the way, you can also enjoy the night view of the lantern market across the entire Xizi River. It is a feast-level enjoyment for anyone at this time.
At this time, all over the city, the most important programs were about to begin, and some poetry societies had already hung out their first poems.
Along the way, Liu Mo took his shamelessness to the extreme.
Lin Shiqi repeatedly expressed that she didn't want to talk to him, but he kept talking.
There are jokes all over the world, "The grandfather and grandson went fishing. The grandson said to his father, look, your father is asleep and acting like a fool. When the father heard this, he became angry: Your father is the fool!"
Lin Shiqi said she ignored them, but she was amused from ear to ear by these offbeat jokes she had never heard before.
After telling a few jokes, and seeing Lin Shiqi starting to answer, Liu Mo started a new round of offensive: brainstorming.
"It's Chinese New Year. There is a family with only one pig and one donkey. Should I kill the pig first or the donkey first?"
Lin Shiqi had never heard of such a routine question before. She thought for a moment and answered, "Let's kill the pig first."
"Congratulations, Miss Lin, you got the answer right. Donkey thinks so too."
Lin Shiqi was stunned for a moment, feeling as if she had answered wrongly, so she changed her answer, "Kill the donkey first."
"Congratulations, you got the answer right again. The pig thinks so too."
"Ah...you are teasing me again!"
Feeling that she was being tricked, Lin Shiqi raised her delicate hand and hit Liu Mo.
The relationship between the two is also heating up rapidly while they are fighting.
Soon after arriving at the destination, the poetry session begins.
This street along the river is the brightest pearl in the entire Linyang City. The road is full of exquisite lanterns.
Naturally, the poetry meeting also included lantern riddles, performances, moon viewing, and other activities, and there were even speeches by many knowledgeable people.
He Ruda, the magistrate of Linyang County, also came to the poetry meeting and said something like, "You are the pillars of the country." This is enough to illustrate the status of this poetry meeting.
If the talented people at the poetry meeting have good works, they will often stand up and comment with everyone. Every once in a while, someone will send a few poems of good enough quality.
The paper is circulated among people for viewing. If the poem is really good or there are other opinions, someone will stand up and recite it and discuss it with everyone.
Liu Mo took Lin Shiqi to play at the poetry meeting for a while, and then heard a poem coming:
"Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and Yilou Listening to the Moon is the most clear.
The sky is buzzing, the ice is spinning, the medicine is being pounded, the jade pestle is clanging.
The music plays Guanghan and the sound is thin, and the axe, osmanthus and osmanthus jingle.
Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter. "
"Wonderful, wonderful." Liu Mo praised.
"Mr. Liu, do you also understand poetry?" Lin Shiqi asked him.
"I understand a little, I understand a little." Liu Mo said, "Looking at the moon and thinking about people, the writing style is sad. At first listen, it feels like walking into the fairyland in myths and legends, which makes people feel fresh. It is as tall as a building rising into the clouds, connected to the heaven."
Lin Shiqi's face turned red, "The review is really good." Her affection for Liu Mo deepened. "Then can you compose poetry?"
"It's natural."
"In that case, you might as well compose a song."
Liu Mo shook his head, "No."
"Why, are you lying to me again?"
"No, I'm afraid that I might accidentally steal the leader." Liu Mo said with a smile, "You know, I've always been low-key."
Liu Mo's original intention was to tease Lin Shiqi and flirt with her.
But another scholar on the side heard it and realized the truth.
"You have such a loud voice!"
The scholar walked up to Liu Mo and said, "Hey, who did I think it was? It turns out to be the Lin family's son-in-law. A man who can't even pass the scholar's examination actually dares to comment on other people's poems."
Liu Mo didn't want to be acquainted with Lin Shiqi in front of him, so he just smiled and said: "Haha, I'm not a judge, I just appreciate it as I like. This poem is indeed good..."
"People need to be self-aware. How dare you, a loser like you, talk about being the leader?" The man snorted coldly, "Oh, I understand. Do you want to show off in front of this rag that no one wants?"
"you…"
Lin Shiqi was so angry that she burst into tears.
Seeing his fiancée being bullied, how could Liu Mo endure it: "You are a scholar, but you are speaking such vulgar words in such an elegant poetry gathering. You are not a scholar. You have learned the teachings of the saints right up your asshole." ?”
"You... you poor bastard, how dare you scold me?" The man rolled up his sleeves and acted as if he was going to hit someone.
Seeing such movement, many tourists and scholars gathered around, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"stop!"
The officer who was maintaining order stood between the two of them and shouted coldly: "Master Feng, please don't use violence at the poetry meeting!"
Feng Xueqian, the eldest son of Feng Yuanwai in Linyang City.
Member Feng is also one of the largest households in Linyang City, so he is naturally arrogant.
The yamen servant could only point out the matter and did not dare to say more.
Then he turned to look at Liu Mo: "Liu Mo? What are you doing here? You can't even pass the examination as a scholar. Why are you joining in the fun of such a poetry gathering?"
The word scholar is even more accented, full of ridicule.
I really don't want to cause trouble, but in front of my wife, can I be slapped in the face by you?
Liu Mo immediately replied: "What if you want to get fame? After all, you have to bend your waist for five buckets of rice. How can you bend your eyebrows and bend your waist to serve the powerful?"
"What a great An Neng." Feng Xueqian said with a smile, "Why don't you, Liu Mo, become the son-in-law of the Lin family for the sake of wealth? Ha, you can even accept such a big-footed woman, so shameless!"
When Lin Shiqi saw this, she was already crying and her body was shaking.
Liu Mo hugged Lin Shiqi gently. "Damn it, I must have this tone today."
