This Mid-Autumn Festival, some people have an atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gate of Sanyuanlou was not closed overnight, and many Yangzhou talents who learned the whereabouts of Shikui came one after another, surrounding Sanyuanlou.

Finding Shunyo has become the task of those famous Confucian writers in Yangzhou City in the middle of the night.

The Sanyuan Building was full of people, from the beginning of the room full of who is Shunyo and who is Shunyo, as noisy as the vegetable market, to early in the morning, a large number of people like gamblers losing red eyes, gathered around a large round table, one post after another post is seated.

"There's only one left." Ning Zhiyuan was a little tired and breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that this person is smooth." ”

The dozing spirit of the people was shocked, and the poet who was born from the work of the Seven Legends, everyone wanted to know who it was. Such a talent will definitely be a blockbuster and even widely spread.

"Lin Lan?" Ning Zhiyuan opened the post and glanced at it, but he was a little disappointed, and the writing on it was not smooth.

"Lin Lan? It's impossible, last night, the eldest son of the Lin Yushi family ate and drank all night, and returned home around midnight, how could it be his words? A talented man who has been staying in the building said.

Wen Tingli looked at the Yangzhou Confucians, who were difficult to see on weekdays, and now they were like cabbages who didn't want money, piled up in the middle, his eyelids jumped, he was also in the building for a night, and he didn't even know that this seven-handed work that had been circulated came from their poetry bureau, so he said: "Gentlemen, this thing is true." I said goodbye to Lin Gongzi last night, I didn't see him write a poem last night, I am sure it was not written by him, and with Lin Gongzi still in school, it is difficult to have such talent. ”

The old shopkeeper yawned, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed: "Little old man remembered!" ”

He slapped his thigh and said, "Lin Gongzi's little scholar, his name is Shunyo!" ”

Everyone gasped, what? Was taken by a scholar Shikui? How funny does this have to be?

A few Yangzhou geniuses who didn't believe in evil and came from the second floor also had ugly faces.

It turned out to be a scholar who took the poem, if this is spread out, where will their faces go?

"It must be the poem that I heard from the mouth of a writer, and it can't be that he wrote it!"

"Yes, how can a little scholar have such a poetic talent?!"

The old shopkeeper said, "It was not written by the scholar, but by the boy." Last night, only the son of the Lin family ate and drank, so that the small shop could not make ends meet, so he was a little angry and asked him to compose a poem, otherwise he had to pay the wine account, so the son of the Lin family made a poem and passed it on. ”

"Let's go, prepare a sedan chair and go to the Lin Mansion."

"Carriage, go to Lin Mansion."

A group of people rushed towards the Lin Mansion in a hurry.

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Lin Ruhai also sat in front of the hall early, looked at Lin Lan standing in front of him with an unkind face, and said, "I have a long ability." Do you know what you did last night? ”

"The kid didn't do anything."

Lin Ruhai said with some hatred: "What did you do? If you sit in the middle of the poetry meeting, even if you don't say anything, I won't say half a word to you. But you ...... I even ate it with the scholar! Do you really think that this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be held in a restaurant, just for eating? ”

Several aunts on the side also wanted to interject a few words, but they were glared back by Lin Lan's eyes. Eating is the shortest, and they also have a share of the crab roe roe roasted wheat yesterday, so it is a little inappropriate to open it again.

Lin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, it was better to fight alone than to fight in groups.

No one answered, and Lin Ruhai didn't feel that it was interesting to scold, so he waved his sleeves and said, "Go to the school, shame on me!" ”

The old butler hurried over and said, "Old ...... Sir, ...... out there Oh no! ”

"What's going on?"

"The old men in Yangzhou City are here! said that he was looking for the young master. ”

Lin Ruhai raised his eyebrows, and the anger that he had originally suppressed rose to his heart, and he pointed at Lin Lan with hatred, and said, "Look at the good things you have done!" ”

If it weren't for this single seedling, Lin Ruhai would have beaten Lin Lan hard to relieve his anger. But first, I have to go to the front of the mansion to wipe Lin Lan's buttocks.

Lin Lan looked at the departing father and wondered, "It doesn't make sense, are you eating their rice?" Why is it so hated by this group of old people? ”

Wang also felt that Lin Ruhai had been blamed too much this time, and was worried that in front of those big people for a while, Lin Ruhai would become even worse, so he said, "Lan'er, go through the back door." Otherwise, your father will have to beat you to death! ”

"Oh, oh." Lin Lan thought about it too, and confessed to her father, it was a matter of course, and she didn't lose face at all, so she immediately ran away.

The crowd of people in front of the Lin Mansion was so frightened that Lin Ruhai was a little confused. At most, if you only care about eating and drinking at the poetry meeting, you can afford to come over to crusade with such fanfare?

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lin has already reprimanded the dog at home, and similar things will not happen again in the future, I hope you will be angry." Lin Ruhai glanced at the few celebrities at the front, their eyes were red, and they were staring at him like a sea of blood, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat, could there be other baskets?

Ning Zhiyuan's status in Yangzhou's literary circle is transcendent, when Lin Ruhai just ascended to the first rank, Ning Zhiyuan Ning Gong was already in Yangzhou literary circle.

"Ruhai, what is there or not, where is your Lin Lan now? The old man has something important to look for him. ”

Lin Ruhai saw Ning Zhiyuan's solemn face, and felt that something must have gone wrong, so he said, "Ning Gong, where did Lan'er make you unhappy?" You said bluntly, Lin must teach him a good lesson! ”

"Oh, don't you know anything about you, a father?"

Lin Ruhai looked confused and said, "Huh? ”

"Your son, the work of the Seven Legends, Shikui!"

Lin Ruhai smiled dumbly: "Isn't it made by a talented man named Shunyu?" How could it be a dog. ”

"Is there a scholar named Shunyo in your house?"

"yes."

"That's right, let's all disperse. Old guys, the Lin family has a great talent, let's go to the Lin family's mansion to ask for a cup of tea. Ning Zhiyuan heard that there was indeed someone, and he smiled from ear to ear, and finally found it.

Only Lin Ruhai is still sleepwalking, and the tendon has never been hit.

Last night's lyrics were indeed wonderful, but how could it be Lin Lan's work?

The Lin family's mansion suddenly became lively, but after a few greetings, a new moth was born - Lin Lan was gone! Lin Ruhai, who turned from anger to joy, asked, "What about others?" ”

Seeing that Gao Peng was full of friends, not to come to the door to find trouble, but to congratulate Shi Kui, Wang smiled a little embarrassedly, "Lan'er...... Ran. ”

Several famous scholars in the hall who were still discussing the Seven Legends were dumbfounded.

Run...... Ran away?