Chapter 3291

In the face of Hongtao's congratulations, Lin Haoming pretended to be very happy. He directly touched out a gold bead and threw it to Hongtao. After seeing Hongtao, she was also surprised. She spent several nights with her.

"Mr. Zhang, please come to the stage and explain that there are still some people who have answered correctly. You must have a competition at that time. Mr. Zhang must not be stage fright. Miss Qiulian likes a lot of things, and some of them may be what Mr. Zhang is good at!" Take the gold bead, peach see Lin Haoming eye-catching a lot, also deliberately good intention to remind up.

Sure enough, when Lin Haoming went up, two other people came up, one of whom was a childe who came down from the upstairs.

"It turned out to be Mr. Tang. I didn't expect that Mr. Tang also came!" Looking at the gentleman who came down from the upstairs, Qiu Lian also deliberately said hello.

Lin Haoming couldn't laugh or cry, because this young master of Tang was really his little uncle. The child born to his wife Xuxian and his grandfather, who was the right prime minister, was less than 20 years old. He was younger than himself. However, he was spoiled from childhood and was a second ancestor.

In the face of Qiulian's greetings, he said with a smile: "Qiulian, I'm waiting for your chance. I can't let me down this time!"

"Childe Tang, I can't break the rules of Qingsi Pavilion. If childe Tang can pass the customs, Qiulian naturally wants to accompany him!" Qiu Lian talks with a smile, but the words are obviously with a warning, which makes the Tang childe's face is not very good.

The man behind the green silk Pavilion is the uncle of one of his mother's compatriots. It is said that he was born with congenital disability, but he is very smart. When the first emperor seized the throne, he was the one who helped his nephew win the throne. Ten years later, he helped the nephew win the throne. It has been more than ten thousand people in xuanxi state Even the emperor above him had great respect for the uncle. Anyone who dared to make trouble in his place simply didn't want to live.

"Well, Qiulian, please come up with a topic." Young master Tang didn't care about Tao.

Lin Haoming looked at his brother-in-law. He didn't seem to care, but he was obviously concerned. He even gave a hint to Lin Haoming and another person and let them quit.

"My topic is very simple. Today is the full moon. The three poets directly write poems with the moon. Whose poetry is the best is the guest of my concubine tonight. I'll give you a quarter of an hour!" Autumn pity way.

Poetry is also a common topic, but Mr. Tang's face is not good, because this guy didn't love these things since he was a child. On the contrary, he liked to dance with swords and guns. Poetry is definitely the most headache for him.

When Lin Haoming heard this, he also understood that Qiulian girl might have taken a fancy to another person. Indeed, she is a man in her late thirties. Although she can't be said to be ugly, she is definitely not just a childe. However, the one on the same stage looks like a man in a Royal robe and a folding fan in his hand He is a scholar who is full of poetry and books.

When he wrote poems on the spot, he couldn't collude with others. Looking at the three small tables and the pens, ink, paper and inkstone that he had brought up, Mr. Tang's face became ugly, but he couldn't do it even if he wanted to have an attack.

Since he couldn't write it out, Mr. Tang simply stared at another man. The man's face gradually became ugly when he was staring at him. The pen he had picked up didn't fall down. Instead, a drop of ink fell on the paper because of time.

After seeing this, Mr. Tang burst out laughing. Then he wrote on the paper. After a while, he took the pen and looked at Qiu Lian with a smile.

Qiu Lian had expected the Royal young master to write a poem, but she didn't expect that this guy had a good appearance. In fact, he was a coward. She lost interest. She had already thought about how to deal with the straw bag named Tang for a while.

"Miss Qiulian, this is my poem. Please have a look at it!" Master Tang laughed.

Qiu Lian took it up and looked at it. Then she could not help laughing. Then she read, "the moon, the moon, the beginning of the month is like a hook of fifteen circles; when the clouds rise on the sea, I pray under the moonlight."

Hearing this poem, many people who rely on themselves to read the poem can't help laughing. However, some people who know this young master of Tang Dynasty are surprised that he can actually write poetry.

Qiu Lian also had a bitter smile in her heart. This level of poetry could be written when she was more than ten years old, and this young master of Tang was still smug.

"Miss Qiulian, I've finished writing too!" At this time, Lin Haoming suddenly opened his mouth.

Qiu Lian didn't expect Lin Haoming's poems. He only hoped that he would not be inferior to the Tang family's waste wood. But when he saw Lin Haoming's poetry, the whole person was stunned.

"Qiu Lian, is this guy's writing too bad?" Tang's fachai looks at Qiu Lian and laughs. In his opinion, the martial arts man's literacy level is limited.

Qiu Lian was reminded by him, but she came back to her senses and read: "there is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone, no blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people. Since the moon does not know how to drink, the shadow follows me. The shadow of the moon will be accompanied for a while, and spring is needed for entertainment. I sing the moon wandering, I dance in disorder. When awake, they are happy, when drunk, they are scattered. Forever, you will travel without mercy, and you will be able to look forward to Miao Yunhan. ""Good poetry!" Hearing this poem, many people were surprised. No one could have imagined that such a vulgar man could write such a wild and uninhibited poem.

"Young master, I'm lucky to see you. I don't know if you can give me this calligraphy!" Qiu Lian is a little excited toward Lin Haoming.

"No way. How can you write such a poem as a martial arts man? You can write another one!" Although the level of Tang family's waste firewood is not so good, it can be seen that Lin Haoming's level is indeed too much higher than that of him, and his heart is suddenly out of balance.

"Young master Tang, are you going to break the rules here? Since this young master is better than you in the test, please go back to the backyard with me, young master!"

In the face of Qiu Lian's voice, the Tang family's waste wood's face suddenly becomes extremely ugly, and Lin Haoming is also very uncomfortable. Obviously, he is already thinking about how to teach the boy a lesson.

Of course, at this time he didn't want to keep it. He swung his sleeves and strode out directly.

"Don't worry, young master. If that young master Tang dares to do anything unfavorable to him, it is tantamount to breaking the rules of the green silk Pavilion. Please come with me!" When Qiu Lian looks at Lin Haoming again, she finds that his coarse mineral appearance is a kind of bold and unrestrained expression. Compared with those so-called elegant young masters, Qiu Lian does not know how many times to be free and easy. For a while, she is a little fascinated.

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