Anyway, she must not be able to tell her sister about participating in the God-seeking Society, otherwise she will be miserable!

"Xianggong?" Su Wanmiao was even more puzzled, and Du Bai seemed to be more and more confused in her impression.

"Uh-huh." Su Zhirou nodded hurriedly, looking very true, for fear that she would not believe it, so she whispered again, "Maybe you can know that big man through him, and it will also be of some help to our Su family......"

That's the main reason why she'll bring it up. She also hopes that she can help her sister so that she doesn't have to work so hard.

Su Wanmiao seemed to be a little surprised to hear this kind of words from her sister's mouth, her beautiful eyes flowed, but she smiled lightly and shook her head slightly: "No need, since you are a friend of Xianggong, then Xianggong will naturally have plans." We used our name to make friends rashly, but we ended up in inferiority, which made the other party look down on us, and we would lose face in front of our friends. ”

"This ......" Su Zhirou knew that she had misunderstood, but she couldn't say that she had lied just now. I had to sit back in my position with some small grievances, thinking that I would have to talk to Du Bai after I went back, if they left late, it would be too late.

After a while, the dance was almost over, and Miss Yuening also sat on the side of the piano and rested for a while. At this time, the other literati who had been waiting for a long time began to cheer up, because the next thing was their home field.

Soon, the shouting voice of the servant in charge of the communication came from the second floor: "Old Xu Youyan, tonight is such a grand scene, it is beautiful, I think you have been waiting for a long time." Welcome to relax your chest and Chinese to add a little more excitement to tonight. ”

"Any gentleman who has written a poem can hand it over to the maid on the side, and the maid will hand it over to Mr. Xu to read, and if he is appreciated by Mr. Xu, he can read it in public and add a good story!"

Everyone has been waiting for a long time, hearing these words is to start writing poetry, to be the first to take the lead, after all, the first few are still fresh, maybe it is easier to get Xu Lao's appreciation, if it is late, maybe Xu Lao is tired of reading it, but good poetry is not interesting.

Everyone has read a lot of books, so naturally they are also a little scheming.

As for what is the theme? This question is even more obvious to you. The most important thing tonight is this lantern festival, and Xu Lao also likes this liveliness, so let's write about the lantern festival!

Soon, the poems came out one after another, and they were handed over to the maids one by one to Xu Lao, who was on the second floor.

Although there are many competitors, but the so-called literati are inferior, they all feel that they are extremely inspired tonight, and the poems and sentences they write are so beautiful, even if they can't rank first, they can be second, which will definitely make Xu Lao marvel at his literary brilliance!

But apparently the truth is going to disappoint most people.

After sending a lot of paper with poems written on it, there were only a few poems actually sung by the little guy, which means that most of them fell off the list.

"I don't think the poem just now is very good, and the rhyme is not allowed ......."

The literati who were read the poem were naturally a hundred times more energetic, and he looked triumphant, eager to write the poem on his face and tell others that it was his poem. What was not read was a little jealousy, saying some sour words, and a look of disdain.

And this time the poem is not limited to one, as long as you can write a hundred poems within this time, you can hand it in. So after the first song fell off the list, some unwilling scholars began to re-conceive and put down their pen, hoping to give a chance to turn over this time!

The maid who was in charge of delivering the poems was naturally busy, and she was a little tired from going up and down several times, but she didn't dare to complain.

It's just that when she passed the corridor again, her steps were a little slower because she was a little tired, and her eyes were unintentionally a somewhat inconspicuous little thing on the ground—a rather delicate bag.

"It's ......"

She was a little puzzled and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but just as she picked it up, a rolled piece of paper fell out of it, and it seemed to be written on it, which made her slightly stunned.

She was illiterate, but she saw that the words on the paper were neatly arranged, and it seemed to be a poem, so she simply put it into the poems handed in by those scholars and submitted it to Xu Lao together.

And at this moment, in the Su family's room, Su Wanmiao listened to the poems of those literati, but felt that it was nothing more than that. Although she doesn't know much about this way, after all, the poems that her father-in-law occasionally blurts out, even a person like her can feel the beautiful artistic conception, and it must be excellent poetry!

In contrast, the poems of the literati present at this moment seemed somewhat mediocre, but it made her miss the appearance of her husband, and her small mouth couldn't help but slightly curl up a little beautiful arc.

It's just that when she reached out and wanted to take out the bag containing Xianggong's ink pen, she accidentally touched the emptiness, which made her face change slightly!

"Gone! How could it not be?! ”

She couldn't help but get anxious, got up and searched carefully in the room, but she didn't see any trace of the bag at all, as if it was gone, which made her a little dispossessed for a while, and her eyes were hazy with tears.

"Sister...... Sister, don't worry, what are you looking for? Su Zhirou was frightened by her sudden reaction, and she didn't care about tasting the desserts on the table, so she hurriedly got up to help her.

"Tips...... The ...... given to me by the Xianggong" Su Wanmiao said in a trembling voice, and suddenly her voice paused, she vaguely recalled that she seemed to have bumped into a maid when she went upstairs before, could it be that she got rid of it at that time?

"Will it be ......?"

She hurriedly wanted to run out, but Su Zhirou and the few maids on the side had not yet figured out the situation, but at this moment, seeing that she looked flustered, she could only follow, so as not to have any accidents.

However, the moment Su Wanmiao stepped out of the door, the sound of the little girl singing poetry not far away made her footsteps stop instantly, and she turned her head to look in his direction in disbelief.

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze supports Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet the moon in Yaochi ......"

"Is it a poem written by Xianggong to himself?!" Su Wanmiao didn't come back to her senses for a while, she didn't understand why this poem was handed over to Xu Lao and sung!

At the same time, as the little guy sang the whole poem, many literati on the first floor were invariably quiet.

Whether it was originally conceiving a poem, or talking about which poem was better, or saying something sour, they all fell silent at the moment, looking in the direction of the second floor in a daze, and their expressions could not hide their surprise.

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