After Zhang Twelve put down his pen, no one spoke anymore, and everyone stared at the eighty words on the rice paper and fell into deep thought.

Astonished, frightened, adored, there were all sorts of strange expressions on everyone's faces.

The hall was eerily quiet, and the pins could be heard, and the poor people who didn't squeeze in didn't know what was going on inside.

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"Auntie, why hasn't anyone spoken? What about the poems written by bad guys? I'm really anxious! ”

"Who do you ask me, who do I ask?"

Chen Qiaoxi was a little helpless, she was even more anxious at the moment, she wanted to run over to see, what kind of poem that person had written, why didn't everyone speak?

I guess it's not too bad.

Chen Qiaoxi thought.

…………

The maid still took Zhang Twelve's poem out of the crowd and handed it into Chen's hands.

"Puff~"

Chen covered her mouth, and the corners of her eyes curved into crescents, which was her first reaction when she saw this poem.

This is not because of how funny the poems written by Zhang 12 are, because Chen has not even had time to read the content of the poems, but he just wants to laugh when he sees his words.

Because she knows this word, isn't the word "" sent to them before in this font? This young man is really funny.

Then she began to look at the poem itself, and her eyes could not take her eyes off it, and she could not help but whisper it:

Ququ Chi side road, spring to the few pedestrians.

Water-containing hibiscus leaves, the spring is still clear.

The sunset is divided into colorful green, and the tall trees hide the sound of warblers.

At first glance, the flowers fall more distinctly.

Wandering and feeling cold, the moon shadow is horizontal at night.

Ling Ling's muscles are suspicious of Xiao Hansheng.

You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city.

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened.

There is no doubt that as soon as this poem came out, today's victory and defeat have already been decided.

Crushing, although everyone doesn't want to admit it, but this is indeed a complete crushing game!

After Chen finished reading, he glanced at the direction of the roller shutter in the corner of the living room, and knew that his sister must be watching there, and then sent the maid to send the poem over.

Chen Qiaoxi was really anxious, she saw the abnormal atmosphere of the audience, and she was more curious about Zhang Twelve's poems, so as soon as the maid sent it, she couldn't wait to open it and read it.

Lu Fujing was also watching from the side, but because she had basically been working on the Lu family's business all these years, she really didn't know much about poetry, so she asked while watching: "Auntie, how is this poem written?" ”

Chen Qiaoxi didn't answer because she didn't hear Lu Fujing's words at all.

At this time, she was looking at the poem on the rice paper stupidly, a little fascinated, how could this poem write her heart?

Chen Qiaoxi didn't want to get married, but the best years were dedicated to the Lu family, and when she wanted to get married, she missed the best age, and as she got older, her vision was much higher, and none of the people she met could get into her eyes.

So in the end, the more she felt that it was the same as what was written in the poem, "The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flat," opened the curtain again, looked at the young man in the living room, and her beautiful eyes flowed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

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Zhang Twelve originally wanted to write a famous poem, even if it was not an amazing level of "looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color", it should be "There is a beautiful woman in the peerless generation, living in the empty valley" This kind of sound will be amazing.

But just now he looked around and felt that there was not a single good poem in the audience, and it was too wasteful to use those famous poems, so he wrote such an ancient poem that was not an ancient poem.

This poem is a poem sent by a Peking University student named Littlesen in the Peking University unnamed bbs poetry and song version, although the whole poem is relatively simple, but compared to what everyone present wrote, it is not too much to say that it is a masterpiece.

Besides, this poem is placed here, but it is also appropriate.

The maid came back and whispered a few words beside Chen, who looked at Zhang Twelve and then laughed.

After Zhang Twelve finished writing, this competition basically came to an end, and the first two were naturally him and the boy who wrote Tibetan poems, and the other skills were not as good as others, but they were also convinced.

This is where ancient people are better than modern people, at least I know that I can't compare to you and accept it humbly, which is like some people in later generations, there are more ugly words, and it's annoying to think about it.

At this time, Lu Ziliang opened his mouth and asked: "Today's top two candidates are Zhang Gongzi and Song Gongzi, according to the rules we said before, Zhang Gongzi can choose first, do you want to be a scholar or do you want to be a brother-in-law with Lu and be the husband of his wife and sister?" Hahaha......"

Everyone also laughed, both admired and envied Zhang Twelve, in their opinion, as long as Zhang Twelve was not stupid, he would definitely choose to marry Lu Ziliang's wife and sister, what do you need to think?

Then the actual situation was that Zhang Twelve really thought about it, and then said with a sincere face: "Master Lu, I want to be a companion reading boy!" ”

"Haha, good! That Zhang Gongzi ...... Uh, with a reading child? ”

Not only did everyone think so, but even Master Lu himself thought that Zhang Twelve would choose to marry Chen Qiaoxi, who knew that the plot reversed too quickly, and he almost didn't react.

After hearing this, Chen's brows tightened, could it be that he was so fateful? She looked worriedly in the direction of the roller blind, whispered a few words to the maid, and then the maid walked in the direction of the roller shutter again.

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"Auntie, don't stop me! I'll go out and ask that bad guy now, why did he refuse my aunt? ”

"Fujing, don't make trouble, the two of us have never been masked, why does he have to agree to marry me?"

"Forehead ......"

When Lu Fujing heard it, it seemed to be such a reason, but ...... But the image of the aunt in her heart is too perfect, all the men who see her can't wait to hold her in the palm of their hands, who is willing to refuse her?

Therefore, Zhang Twelve's performance Lu Fujing was a little unacceptable, the contrast was a bit big, and a pair of big eyes stared at Zhang Twelve.

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"Zhang Gongzi, are you sure you want to be a companion reading boy?"

Lu Ziliang asked again uncertainly.

"Yes, I'm here for this scholar—can't I? Didn't Master Lu say that he would choose it casually before? ”

"Yes, yes, Zhang Gongzi is talented and brilliant, and it is also excellent to be a companion of dogs. In that case, then this Song Gongzi, are you willing to marry a wife and sister? ”

“…………”

And Song Gongzi, who wrote the Tibetan poem, did not answer, and the whole person was still in a state of confusion.

He had the same idea as other people who came to apply for the bookboy, he wanted to meet Miss Lu by being a scholar, who knew that now he could marry Miss Chen directly by taking one step to the sky.

Before he could pose, the pie smashed directly from the sky, and some didn't react.

"Song Gongzi, are you willing to marry your sister?"

Lu Ziliang saw that he didn't answer, thinking that he wouldn't agree to this, so it would be really a little embarrassing.

"Yes, yes! It's a great honor to be in the next! ”

Song Gongzi, who reacted, quickly opened his mouth and caught the pie.

(No collection, so worried~~)