"Help me write a poem, cousin Yunqian." In the back kitchen, Liu Mingxiang looked at Yun Qian and winked playfully.

"Don't make a fuss, get busy." Yun Qian moved to the side.

"Help, good cousin~" Liu Mingxiang shook Yun Qian and begged.

"No time, no time, play by yourself, good." Yun Qian waved his hand impatiently.

Liu Mingxiang pursed her lips and said with a sad face: "If you don't help me, I won't be able to see Lord Sixia." The county lord is the county lord can't see it, and there is another sour smell on those people outside, and when I'm bored, I can only pester you here. ”

Yun Qian half-jokingly instigated: "You have such a big ability, just break in directly." Who can stop you, little ancestor. ”

"I thought you'd disagree. I've wanted to teach those guys a lesson! Liu Mingxiang's eyes lit up and she was violent.

"Don't, don't, I'm joking. What are you going to ask me to write? Yun Qian was shocked into a cold sweat, turned his head and glared viciously at the back kitchen, led by Liu Qishou, a group of gloating guys, and scolded: "Look at what!" ”

Liu Mingxiang clapped her hands happily: "I know that you are the best." Those people said that today's poetry meeting, the lord of Sixia County took 'wind' as the theme. You're going to have to write well, and defeat those sour guys, so that the county lord will be happy and invite me upstairs."

"How can it be so easy..."Yun Qian frowned slightly, although he has been full of poetry and books since he was a child, and he is famous, but he has little confidence to overwhelm today's talents.

"Don't worry, you think, what do you want to help, I'll come!" Liu Mingxiang rolled up her sleeves as she spoke, revealing a small arm as tender as a young lotus.

Liu Qishou came up with a smile at this time and said, "Little girl, please help me cut all these vegetables." ”

"I don't need your help!" Yun Qian was a little angry.

"I can do it." Liu Mingxiang looked confident.

Liu Qishou also helped on the side: "The little girl said that there is no problem, you kid is lazy, someone has to do the work." ”

Yun Qian was annoyed, closed his mouth and watched coldly at the moment and stopped talking.

"Fat grandpa, what do you say?" Liu Mingxiang took out a sharp short dagger out of nowhere and tossed it in her hand.

"I'm not a fat grandpa!" Liu Qi was furious, and then pointed to the dishes on the board and said, "Cut this into thin strips, these into thin slices, these..."

"Small." Liu Mingxiang chuckled, the dagger in her hand instantly turned into a white man, and in the blink of an eye, the dishes on the cutting board were neatly shredded and thinned.

"It's almost done...", Yun Qian's back kitchen suddenly rebuked coldly in an exclamation.

Liu Mingxiang shrank behind Liu Qi's hand in fear, and the people in the back kitchen all looked at Yun Qian with dissatisfaction.

Yun Qian was helpless, staring at Liu Mingxiang fiercely, but said softly in a gentle voice: "Girls don't forget their identity when they are outside." Cut slowly, and it's not good to scratch your hand. “

Liu Mingxiang thought exquisitely, and after being reminded, she really became honest, put away the dagger, picked up the kitchen knife, and began to chop vegetables a little clumsily. The show was gone, and everyone glanced at Yun Qian with contempt, and turned their heads to get busy.

"Well, it's better to slow down." Liu Qishou nodded thoughtfully, and no longer caused chaos to Yun Qian.

As soon as noon arrived, the banquet began, and steaming delicacies were served out of the back kitchen one after another. The talented women on the second and third floors completely ignored these delicacies at this time, thinking and writing with frowns on their brows. Su Yuening, who was sitting on the third floor of the Accord, couldn't help but be a little disappointed at this time, none of the several poems presented today were satisfactory, and the four of them also tried to recite a few words, but they were always difficult to get rid of the cliché. The wind is such a shape and meaning that is difficult to fight, but it is not easy to write a theme that has been written badly by ancient and modern literati. Su Yuening, who was stumped by her own question, couldn't help but smile a little wryly at this time, and chatted absentmindedly with the other three without a word.

Mu Ling'er grew up with Su Yuening since she was a child, and she was most familiar with her temperament, and at this time, seeing that Su Yuening was a little depressed, she always wanted to find some way to make her happy, so she pretended to whisper mysteriously: "You say, will the master who wrote the recipe downstairs hide in a corner of this Yanyu Building and watch us quietly at this time?" ”

"It's not impossible." Jiang Pingxuan raised his eyebrows.

"If only I could meet this calligrapher, maybe he will have a different opinion on the topic of today's poetry meeting." Su Yuening also became interested.

When the little grandfather Jiang Shoushuo heard this, he immediately patted the table, and said with a bit of ruffianism: "This is not simple, it would be good for the little master to arrest all the people in this building for questioning." ”

"You are handling the case for you as the criminal department, and you have arrested everyone!" Mu Ling'er stabbed him on the side.

Jiang Pingxuan also taught with a smile: "That is, the good we represent is also the face of the royal family, if you are like you who are messing around, you will have to be locked up when you go back." “

Jiang Shoushuo tilted his head a little depressed, and said again: "I think the previous little second is very honest, so it's better to ask him." The name of this calligrapher came out of this building, and the people here must know some clues. ”

"Well, that's fine. Be careful. Jiang Pingxuan nodded.

The nobleman on the third floor summoned him, Zheng Youde felt a little unreal, and his calves trembling after Yingyan couldn't leave.

"Do you want me to hold you up?" Ying Yan looked at him with some amusement.

"No, don't dare..."Zheng Youde is a person who knows how to measure.

"What's your name?" Su Yuening looked at Zheng Youde gently.

Zheng Youde lowered his head and stammered, "Little... The villain Zheng Youde. ”

"Zheng Youde, not bad." Jiang Shoushuo narrowed his eyes and continued: "Master asks you, recently there is a calligrapher in your Yanyu Building. Is this person available in the building now? ”

"No... Absence... I don't know, I don't know, the villain doesn't know. "You can't expose Young Master Yun, this is what the boss lady has repeatedly ordered.

"Huh?" Jiang Pingxuan keenly caught Zheng Youde's panic, and asked in a deep voice: "Zheng Youde, do you know what the crime of deceiving this son is?" ”

"The prince of the world is clear, the villain really doesn't know..."Zheng Youde Khan was like rain, feeling overwhelmed.

Su Yuening also saw something at this time, and said softly: "This little brother Zheng is worried that we will not be good for that scholar?" Don't be nervous, we admired the masterpiece's masterpiece today, and it was quite a friendship. If Brother Zheng is willing to introduce us, the county lord will be grateful. ”

"It's just that we're not hungry wolves, and we won't eat that gentleman's. The benefits are also indispensable to you! Jiang Shoushuo jumped up and patted Zheng Youde's shoulder very "friendly". Zheng Youde trembled even more.

"Shoushuo, don't be rude." Jiang Pingxuan stopped it, and then said gently: "Don't embarrass this little brother, if you can't say anything about it, we won't embarrass you." It's just that a talent like this, this son can't be a friend, it must be a loss for me in David's literary world. It hurts..."

The son of the world is really a person who cherishes talents! Zheng Youde was moved by Jiang Pingxuan's sincere appearance, but he was still struggling violently in his heart. Although he didn't understand why Young Master Yun wrote such a good thing, and the proprietress didn't let him say it, he knew that it was a dishonest thing to lose one's trust.

"Brother Zheng had promised that gentleman in advance that he would not tell his identity, so he would be so embarrassed. Actually, you don't have to worry about it. You don't have to tell us who that gentleman is, I'll let Yingyan go with you to invite that gentleman. If the gentleman does not want to come, we will not embarrass him, let alone make a public statement. Moreover... Forgive Yue Ning is not humble, isn't this an opportunity for that gentleman? The corners of Su Yuening's mouth rose confidently, and she had a good grasp of Zheng Youde's heart.

Yes, this is not an opportunity for Young Master Yun and Yanyu Building. Zheng Youde's heart defense finally collapsed, and said: "That... Then please Miss Yingyan although the villain goes....only... It's just..."

"Don't worry, neither this son nor Lord Sixia are untrustworthy people. Yingyan said, when you meet the gentleman, you must be polite, and you can't force it. Jiang Pingxuan dispelled Zheng Youde's last doubts.

At the same time, in the back kitchen, Liu Mingxiang was cutting vegetables virtuously, but Yun Qian on the side was very troubled. It's too difficult to stand out among the talented people with poetry. No... It's better to do something with the text. Yun Qian had a flash of inspiration.

"Get a pen and paper."

"Figured it out so quickly!" Liu Mingxiang looked adoring, turned around and obediently took the pen and paper and laid it out in front of Yun Qian.

Yun Qian thought for a moment, and wrote on the paper with a big stroke of the pen:

"No clothes, no makeup, no appearance, if soft, if sick, if sorrowful. The flowers in the forest are cut into a sequence, and the river is tread by the moon and weaves the xia drape. Minglan is green and faint, drunk with smoke and rain. Reciprocating red dust knows the powder, and the first time I see the beautiful woman is graceful and groaning. ”

Not by name, but by form, this is the usual technique of poets. Although these seven words are not shocking, they also depict the elusive wind in detail. Yun Qian looked at his work with great satisfaction, and then inscribed the word "wind" as pale as a dragon with a large stroke of the pen. He deliberately wrote the characters wildly, so that the characteristics of his calligraphy became more obvious. I just hope that the Sixia County Lord is not an idiot and can see some clues, Yun Qian looked forward to it slightly.

"The first time I saw the beautiful woman, Wan and Yin... This must have been written for me, right? Liu Mingxiang thought about the night she first met Yun Qian, and her cheeks were like a red cloud.

Yun Qian originally just had a thought, and wrote it casually, but at this time, seeing Liu Mingxiang's reckless and cute face full of hope, he had no choice but to smile and bow his head gently.

Yun Qian patted her head dotingly, and said, "In a while, you will find a way to take this poem to Lord Sixia." If she weren't stupid, she would have summoned you. Remember, though, that this is what you wrote. If she asks you to write something else, you will put on a high posture and reject her. ”

"Got it!" Liu Mingxiang rubbed Yun Qian's chin coquettishly.

It was her happiest day.