"Father, there are still a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's not night, this Li Sheng is clearly here to find trouble...... Mo Xiaoman understood in his heart, and he was also a little angry at this time.

Of course, it's not just about the relationship between the Qiluo Chamber of Commerce and the Mo family now. The most important thing is that her Mo family and the Li family do not deal with each other.

She hasn't seen this Li Sheng a few times, but the only few times she has been quite frivolous about him. Today, General Zhao taught him a lesson, and to be honest, Mo Xiaoman was still a little secretly happy in his heart.

"This Mid-Autumn Festival poem, in recent years, His Majesty and the people have enjoyed together, and all the good poems and good words that come out of the festival will be recited to the palace. In the eyes of the father, it is also a bit of a bad writing. ”

Mo Liu's words are true. What good poems can be written by rushing towards the officialdom one by one?

At first, the poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival were still a little interesting, but basically there are them at this time of year, which makes people feel a little boring.

First, it feels tacky, but these two literati and writers will have reservations, and it is indeed impossible to do anything.

This field is smashed, and it is really disgusting.

But what made Mo Liu care was that President Qiluo actually responded.

As a chamber of commerce that cooperates with the Mo family, Mo Liu naturally understands Qiluo. If this woman is a woman, then there is no limit to what she can achieve. But calculating that she is a daughter, the development of this Qiluo Chamber of Commerce can also be seen with the naked eye.

So a woman like Qiluo, since she can respond, there must be some good way.

In fact, he also thought of this Qiluo using Na Luo Huai's poems. But now Luo Huai. Mo Liu knew that the Third Prince had sent him to Ghost Valley.

It is possible for Luo Huai to prepare the poems of Qiluo in advance, but this Mid-Autumn Festival poem may not be there.

The most important thing is that even if Luo Huai is really prepared, if this poem is not the kind of good poetry and good words that amaze the world, this time Qiluo made a cruise poetry meeting is a little ridiculous and generous.

Well, that's a bit interesting.

"Xiao Man, pour wine for your father. Xiao Man? Mo Liu called out to Mo Xiaoman at this time.

"Ah, father......"

"What are you looking at? Isn't it a son-in-law who fell in love? Mo Liu joked at this time.

"Father. If his father wanted to, Xiao Man would be okay if he didn't marry. Mo Xiaoman smiled obediently at this time.

"Huh? When a man gets married, a woman gets married, and this thing naturally has to be done. Mo Liu subconsciously glanced at the third prince at this time.

At this time, the third prince also looked at Xiao Man from time to time, and nodded awkwardly when he made eye contact with him.

Mo Liu shook his head at this time. Speaking of which, as a father, Mo Liu felt that he was unqualified.

At least, his daughter's life is basically counted as having survived twice. His daughter looks weak, but he knows that he can't even compare to himself with the stubbornness and strength in his bones......

If she marries her daughter to the third prince, her daughter will definitely obey the Mo family, but she will die in marriage......

Mo Liu drank another glass of wine at this time and sighed.

"Why does my father sigh?" Mo Xiaoman was considerate of his father, and asked at this time.

"Xiaoman, do you believe in being a father?" Mo Liu said suddenly at this time.

"Why did my father ask that?" Mo Xiaoman was clever when she was a child, and when she heard her father say this at this time, she knew that her father might have something to say.

"Isn't something wrong?"

"All you have to do is answer the question of fatherhood." Mo Liu said lightly at this time.

"Nature is believing. After all, his father is Xiaoman's closest relative~" Mo Xiaoman said with a smile.

"Yes...... That's good. Mo Liu listened to this answer at this time, but he smiled happily.

Mo Xiaoman saw his father laughing, but he also felt strange, and then he also pursed his lips and laughed.

How, then, could a father kill his daughter......

……

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was proposed, and the effect was obviously unsatisfactory. As expected, when it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is a bit cold.

Qiluo had a smile on her face at this time, looking calm, but she was also starting to feel a little anxious.

At this time, the only way to do this is to add more money and let the invited musicians and dancers continue to play music and dance.

When Li Sheng saw this scene, the corners of his mouth naturally turned crooked. Of course, compared to this, Ruan Tingjie still has to be more restrained.

This Ruan Tingjie is a little unable to sit still on weekdays, and if it weren't for the fact that most of the people who came at this time were something that his Ruan family couldn't afford to offend, he would have "ridden his face" a long time ago. But at this time, the laughter in private is enough to make people feel disgusting.

"The princess has poems to write."

When Qiluo heard this, she was quite grateful. The princess has always had a lot of love for their Qiluo Chamber of Commerce, and when she saw the awkward atmosphere at this time, she took the initiative to be active.

"My son-in-law also has poems to compose."

Before Qiluo had time to be "moved", when she heard Li Sheng's little girl shouting, she let out a light "tsk".

At this time, Qiluo knew this Li Sheng's trick.

This Li Sheng is prepared with two hands. If Qiluo tries her best not to allow this "Mid-Autumn Festival" as the topic, this Li Sheng will also come to make trouble.

Just now, she noticed that there was a scholar next to Li Sheng. The scholar's dress was worse than that of the people present. But obviously people can't be disguised, obviously this person is Li Sheng's "gunman", he must be talented and specially aimed at her.

And sure enough, this poem was written at the same time, and when the poems presented appeared, Qiluo's face was a little gloomy.

This poem is obviously better than the princess's writing, and if it is read out, it will not make the princess rude.

"Miss Qiluo, even if it is more than poetry, there are always some high and low. Winners are not complacent, and losers need not be ashamed. Meeting friends with poetry is about participation. ”

As soon as Mo Liu opened his mouth at this time, he helped the princess resolve the embarrassment. Qiluo also smiled and recognized when she heard this, and at the same time expressed her gratitude to Mo Shangshu for her help.

"Wang Xiang, it looks like someone is here to smash the field." The third prince smiled at this time, and at the same time did not forget to drink with Wang Liu.

As for Linghua Ji, at this time, the third prince chatted with the prime minister of the current dynasty, and she could only pour wine on the side.

However, Linghua Ji, who likes poetry, naturally has a great interest in this poetry competition.

At this time, Wang Liu listened to the words of the third prince, but laughed.

"If this poem had been heard by the old man twenty years ago, he would have squeezed his head to listen to it, and he would have tried to chant a few poems. But now, I'm older, and I'm not as thoughtful as I used to be. ”

"Hahaha, Wang Xiangdon't be humble. This king often heard his mother mention that when the second dynasty was quite young, he was also a talented man who was famous in Los Angeles. "To have a good relationship with Wang Liu, the three princes naturally have to do it. Even if secretly Wang Liu may support the second prince. But if there is a chance to win Wang Liu, these three princes will naturally spare no effort.

"But the third prince. This doesn't seem like the right time. Wang Liu shook his head at this time.

"Isn't it time?" When the third prince heard this, the corners of his mouth raised a smile. "Actually, it seems that this king is at the right time."

"Old man, how does it sound like this was smashed by the third prince?" Wang Liu's words were quite direct at this time, and even Ling Huaji, who was pouring wine on the side, couldn't help but tremble when her hand poured wine heard it.

Wang Liu saw it in his eyes, so he naturally didn't say anything. On the contrary, these three princes are still calm at this time.

The third prince has added a sense of self-confidence compared to the past. Wang Liu saw it in his eyes, and he was a little surprised by the changes in the three princes.

"Although the king is watching a good show, if you wait, you might as well come to the palace as a guest, and the king will definitely be hospitable."

"Then the old man will be disrespectful."

Hearing Wang Liu's agreement, the third prince even felt a little incredulous. But then I was happy.

This looks like a "signal", and Wang Liu deliberately leans towards his "signal"!

"Xianggong, aren't you going to help?" Zhao Wan saw it in her eyes at this time, and she was also anxious in her heart.

Just now, Qiluo sent someone to read out the poems of the princess and Li Sheng, and it was obvious that the princess was compared. At this time, the boat by the river naturally also had poems handed over, but the quality was even inferior to Li Sheng's poem just now.

But in fact, this poem is not visible to the blind, it was written by the scholar next to Li Sheng.

This man clearly came prepared. Wan'er had confidence in Fang Ji. But I also know that having a heart is a disadvantage, so I am also a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous. You must know that this person can be proud, but it's not good to be too proud, and it's easy to fall. ”

Fang Ji meant something by saying this, looking at it like this, Zhao Wan knew that this guy had a countermeasure.

Writing poems in the name of Brother Luo? Wan'er knew that Fang Ji had done a lot in the past. This Brother Luo is quite "favored" by Fang Ji, and Fang Ji said that he had made any poems, and he would admit it.

Wan'er naturally remembered drinking a day, and Wan'er mentioned the poem that Fang Ji composed in public in Zhao's mansion, and said that it was what he looked like when he wrote it.

"Good fellow, when did I compose a poem, I became the last one to know."

Thinking of this, Wan'er pursed her lips and snickered again.

"Okay, then you just wait to see the show, lady."

Fang Ji laughed at this time, turned closer to the mat next to him, and said to Wang Xin: "Prince Wang, please help your little brother." No! Do the Qiluo Chamber of Commerce a favor! ”

"Me?" Wang Xin was stunned when he heard it.

"I beg you to give this poem to the person who received it below. Remember, just say Miss Kira, just say ......"

Zhu Shouyi whispered something at this time. When Wang Xin heard this, he nodded, and at this time he got up secretly, and he didn't know where he went.

Wang Xin's departure naturally did not attract much attention. After all, Wang Xin in the past was just a gentleman.

But Wang Liu naturally paid attention to his son, and when he saw Wang Xin get up, he was thoughtful when he saw the halberd on the side.

Fang Ji chose to ask Xin'er to help, that was a signal of goodwill......

……

After a while, this Wang Xin came back again and sat aside. When Fang Ji saw his appearance, he knew that the matter was done.

As for Wan'er, it was already strange to see Fang Ji and Wang Xin talking happily before. However, Fang Ji has a good relationship with Wang Xiang, which is obviously quite beneficial to the Zhao Mansion, and she has no objection to this.

It's just that she didn't expect Fang Ji to send Wang Xin to ask her to help.

Wan'er knew Fang Ji and knew that his practice was called "fake favor".

In other words, he didn't need Wang Xin's help, but asking him for help at this time is tantamount to making himself owe Wang Xin a "favor", so that Wang Xin can find an opportunity to come to him next time.

Now it looks like it's a two-way benefit. Fang Ji has completed what he has to do, and Wang Xin is also very happy to participate in it.

But since someone has benefited, then someone should be unlucky......

Wan'er was also a little looking forward to it at this time, and she didn't know what medicine was sold in the halberd gourd.

At this moment, someone came to find Miss Qiluo, and another poem was just handed over.

Qiluo is naturally the first time to read poetry, but it is a joy.

It's just that when she saw the name of the sign, she felt a little unfamiliar.

It's a talent she's never heard of.

So, Qiluo Zhang Luo shouted, and the little girl who was reciting the poem shouted at this time. I heard someone composing a poem. The crowd was amazed.

It's funny to say, this poem will be done, and there are only a handful of bards, and it's a little funny.

At this time, the little girl groaned deeply, cleared his throat, and read:

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are. ”

Good poetry......

Everyone nodded their heads in appreciation. Even if this poem is placed on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a chance to be loved by His Majesty.

Unlike those poets who expressed their "patriotic" feelings on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, this poem obviously has a bit of "sorrow" and "thought" in its artistic conception.

When Li Sheng heard it at this time, his heart was naturally stunned. This sudden killing of a poem made Li Sheng a little angry.

At this time, he urged the scholar next to him, but the scholar suddenly froze, holding the pen in his hand, but he didn't know how to put it down.

Li Sheng saw it, but he patted his head angrily.

"Childe, you don't have to." At this time, Ruan Tingjie said. "At this point, the poem is well done, so it's better to let it go. If there is only this good poem at this time, it is obviously not enough to have a good effect. ”

"Reasonable." For Ruan Tingjie to think of this, Li Sheng was a little surprised. It seems that he was indeed overly nervous just now.

At this time, Qiluo pronounced the name of the poet, and it was called "Jia Quan".

Hearing the name Jia Quan, Wan'er and Linghuaji were both surprised.

Wan'er was surprised, naturally because he had listened to Fang Ji's strategy when he first came, and knew that he had sent someone to set up a trick, using the name "Jia Quan", that is, "Fake Quan".

As for Linghuaji, she was naturally happy to hear this name. I didn't expect this Jia Gongzi to have such a poetic talent.

At this time, when I heard Jia Gongzi's name, I wanted to see if Jia Quan's boat could still be seen. It's just that now that the three princes are by his side, it is naturally not good to be like this, otherwise it will hurt Jia Gongzi......

Fang Ji naturally had no expression on his face when he heard this, and this was naturally the thing he asked Wang Xin to do just now: take this opportunity to pretend to be in the name of Jia Quan, for the next step.

At this time, Fang Ji also saw that the time was almost up, and took the initiative to get up and come to the center.

"Since it is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, then Fang Mou is an ugly offering."

The corners of Fang Ji's mouth were crooked at this time, but he looked like the crooked mouth of the god of war.

He's going to copy ...... Wrong...... It's recited, and it's naturally that one......

As soon as this word came out, Fang Ji was going to send Brother Huai'er to the position of the first person in Dawei poetry.

At this time, he also groaned, Fang Ji didn't bother the little guy, and slowly read it himself:

"When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”