The little beggar was a little stunned for a moment, and probably didn't expect Lu Chensheng to really give him food.

After being a beggar for so many years, it is rare to be so generous with food.

When the little beggar took the bun in his hand, Lu Chensheng turned around and left.

He still has to buy a lot of things today, and he will go home early after buying them earlier, and it will be a little troublesome for his family to live in the city.

Lin Yu is in a good mood today, I heard that several very famous talents have already come to the appointment, presumably this time I can find that talent.

In addition to Linyu, there are many other ladies in the city have made an appointment, and the cold winter has passed not long ago, and it happens that you can go to the green at this time.

The talented women have prepared carriages to go out of the city, and the talented women have agreed on a place and then go out together, and everyone will meet in the Spring Willow Pavilion outside the city.

A moment later, the talented men arrived at the Chunliu Pavilion wearing Confucian shirts and shaking fans in their hands.

The talented girls got out of the carriage in front of them and prepared to come together.

Lin Yu had just gotten out of the carriage, but the poems he had taken out to appreciate were accidentally dropped.

It just so happened that a talented man took a closer look at this poem.

Twilight spring is late, before the hundred flowers?

Staring carefully, Wang Mohe was a little strange, he had never heard of this poem before, and he had quite a mood.

Could it be that it was written by this talented woman, I heard that this talented girl was born extraordinary and came from the imperial capital, but I didn't expect this girl to have such talent.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get a little closer.

"Miss, I think I can find this poem today, right, what does Miss want to ask when the time comes? I don't know what kind of wind blew that day, but it actually blew this poem to the side of the young lady's carriage. ”

The maid beside Lin Yu, Xiaohe asked playfully.

My own lady has been thinking about the author of this poem for a long time these days, and I don't know how this poem is so liked by my own lady.

Lin Yuqiao's face was slightly red, and she hurriedly blocked the maid's small mouth with her slender hand.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xiaohe blinked playfully, and Lin Yu put down his slender hand, but there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.

She did want to see how talented people who made such poems and why they wrote such poems.

Wang Mohe listened carefully, and a trace of jealousy suddenly surged in his eyes.

Seeing that this woman is a peerless beauty, she proposed that this time she went out just to find a talent, which talent is so blessed?

Wang Mohe admitted that he was jealous, and originally wanted to come over to say hello, but he also lost his mind at this time.

Lin Yu brought a group of talented women forward and saluted all the talented people one by one, looking like everyone's ladies.

The talented people also looked at Linyu with confidence at this time, and their eyes lit up one by one.

It is said that Linyu has a stunning appearance, and it is true that it is true to see it at this time!

After getting to know each other one by one, the atmosphere that followed was very harmonious.

Each other is very polite, chatting very happily, and from time to time pulling out some ancient poems, it seems that everyone is talented.

"A few days before the rain, I accidentally got a pen and ink, I think this poem is really good, I want to ask you if anyone knows the person who made this poem?"

Lin Yu saw that it was almost over, and her beautiful eyes swept over everyone and asked softly.

"Pen and ink? I don't know what kind of ink? ”

Hearing this, Lu Benqing's heart shook slightly, there are not many people in this Fufeng City who can compare with him!

Lin Huairen is also qualified, but he still has some confidence in his poetry, if he can make this rain favor him a little, he can achieve a good story at that time!

"The first two lines of the poem are that the twilight spring comes late, before the hundred flowers."

Lin Yu read the poem softly, his eyes glanced at the people, and some expectation appeared on his pretty face.

"This poem..."

Lin Huairen, who was originally looking forward to it, heard this, and his face changed slightly, originally he and Lu Benqing thought the same.

The poem that the other party got by chance must have been written by himself, but he felt very strange when this poem came out.

It's just that the first two sentences are mediocre, but I don't know how the next verses are, so that this rain is so searching?

Lin Huairen looked at Lu Benqing, he wanted to see if this poem was written by the other party?

And at this time, Lu Benqing was also at a loss, and he didn't see any joy on his face, could it be that this poem was not written by him? So who wrote it exactly?

Lin Huairen was stunned, who in this Fufeng City can compare with the two of them?

The atmosphere that was originally a bit lively began to cool down at this time.

When people look at me, I see that no one stands up to speak.

When Wang Mohe saw this scene, an extremely bold idea suddenly began to soar and spread.

No one here admits that the poem was written by himself, so does that mean that the owner of the poem is not here at all?

If you should come down by yourself, no one will debunk it!

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it at this moment, the idea in his heart began to rise wildly, and he couldn't suppress it.

took a closer look at Linyu's peerless face, as well as the family background behind her, how could she make herself fight!

He is only a child now, and Xiucai is too difficult for him, and he has lost the confidence to take the test again.

If you can climb this high branch...

"Don't you know this poem?"

Lin Yu was a little disappointed, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

I don't know why, she saw the peach tree planted at this age, and the poems when they opened their bowels, and she especially wanted to see how this poet could write such a sad poem.

"This, this poem is written below."

Wang Mohe took a step forward, his face was a little calm, if he paid attention to it, he could see that there was a little apprehension in his eyes.

"You wrote it?"

Lin Yumei's eyes lit up, and she immediately looked at Wang Mohe tightly.

The rest of the talents were in an uproar, and then looked at Wang Mohe with deep jealousy.

The disappointed eyes of Linyu just now, but they could see it clearly, the person they were looking for this time was actually him?

"Planting peach trees year after year, when the intestines are broken, this poem is indeed written by me, but it has never been shown to the public, but I don't know how the rain girl knows?"

When Lin Yu heard this, he immediately determined that the person he was looking for was the talented man in front of him.

If not, how will the other party know the poem that follows? What's more, the situation when he got the poem is also somewhat consistent with the other party's words.

The reason why the other party didn't answer immediately just now must be because he suddenly took out this poem, and the other party didn't take it out for others to read, so he was a little stunned!