The young people on the field played without a win, and only half a column was left in the timing, and this was the last ball, and everyone cheered up.

On the field, there was a sudden sound of the piano, which was light and pleasant, and the young man was slightly stunned.

Someone could tell it and was elated: "It's the sound of the county lord of Xiwen!"

As soon as these words came out, the young man on the horse turned his head and looked at the pavilion, like a shadow about to see a young girl, stroking the piano, with an elegant posture.

"County Lord Fuqin, I'll have to use all my strength." Song Chuancheng smiled.

This kind of timing is a good time to gain the favor of the county lord, and it can't be robbed.

The horses were flying again.

Clang~

The sound of the polo hitting recalled. There was silence on the field.

The little girl in the pavilion was the first to shout: "My brother, my brother has won!" Brother~Brother~"

"Or Song Shizi won!"

"Song Shizi is amazing."

Xie Yuyan on the side snorted: "Wang Jiu'er, you didn't say that."

"Ahh I mean, both sons are great. "Wang Jiu'er is Wang Qiming's own sister, and no one has ever been offended when she speaks.

Xie Yuyan gradually calmed down, and turned her head to look at Wang Qiming on the field.

on the field.

Wang Qiming waved his hand to Song Chuancheng, and Song Chuancheng also waved his hand and said, "Accept."

Then he rode his horse, galloped to the color head, took it off, raised it high, and shook his hand.

The red silk fluttered on the top of his head, and the gold rod in his hand was shining brightly, and the young man was particularly conspicuous.

Song Chuancheng smiled, his eyes shot to the pavilion of the female dependent, and found the pavilion of the county lord of Xiwen, through the gauze curtain, the shadow could see a vague back.

There was a wind blowing, and the gauze curtain was blown up, and Song Chuancheng stared at the people behind the curtain without blinking, trying to see a rough idea.

Although the county lord of Xiwen is a talented woman in the capital, she was raised by the eldest princess in the deep boudoir and never showed up much.

Song Chuancheng's smile instantly retracted, and he saw the person behind the curtain get up and leave, and he couldn't find the slightest figure.

How did you go?

He dismounted anxiously. The golden cue that was the head of the lottery was still in his hand, and he hurried out of everyone's sight.

"Hey! How did you go? Chuan Cheng, we have to fight in the next game! ”

"What is he going to do?"

"Who knows?"

"See the beauty!"

"Then can we still fight?"

"Hit! Of course you have to fight! ”

“..........”

The team members are calling and guessing, but they don't see Song Chuancheng stopping.

It's time for them to play against the Changhong team this time!

Xie Wentao, Su Ningyi, and Fu Mingqi all came on the stage, and only Lin Wan was left on the table.

Lin Wan watched the excitement quietly, but she didn't know that she had been targeted.

Outside the pavilion, two handsome teenagers were staring at her.

"Princess, that young man in Tsing Yi is Lin Wan!"

"That man! Also... Not so good! Princess Shuhua looked disgusted.

The man of Da Chu is beautiful because he is strong, although he only sees one of Lin Wan's backs, but this thin man is Lin Wan who made that poem?

"Are you sure it's him?" Princess Shuhua, who is a female companion in men's clothing, questioned again.

"It's him, there will be no mistake, I personally asked people to arrange a seat for him." Jinxiu looked affirmative.

"Then I'll go to the meeting." The little boy is holding a folding fan in his hand, suave and suave, full of the appearance of a son-in-law.

Here, Lin Wan was watching the ball and was looking hard, and he could see that someone was sitting next to him.

She turned her head and saw that it was a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate face and a slender figure, and when she looked at the subtleties, she could see the piercings in her ears.

This female companion men's clothing is really easy to recognize.

So, it's for yourself?

"This son is Lin Wan?" Shu Hua asked in a false voice.

"It's me! ...... is Childe? ”

Lin Wan pretended to be confused, she just wanted to live an ordinary life, be an ordinary person, and be easy, for example, it would be good to be a county commander, and she would be sent out, the head of a county, which was equivalent to a soil emperor.

She thought so in her heart.

Seeing that she was not recognized, the little girl learned the routine in the script, and said with a straight face: "My son's line will not change his name, he will not change his surname, his surname is Li Ziqiong." ”

"Brother Ziqiong, what's the matter with me?"

"Also...... Nothing. I saw the little girl roll her eyes, take a piece of paper from the entourage next to her, and put it on Lin Wan's table. Did you write this poem? ”

The little girl's face was tight, and even a little fierce.

Lin Wan looked at the poem and nodded: "It's me." ”

"It's you! Ay! Do you compose poetry today? Shu Hua propped his face on the table, looking excited, and shook off the fake tension just now.

"Brother Ziqiong wants me to compose poems?"

"If I ask you to compose a poem, will you do it?" The little girl smiled, youthful and bright.

"I'll try my best!"

"Then do it!" With her eyes wide open, she took a pen and paper directly from Jinxiu, prepared it well, and placed it in front of Lin Wan.

"What poem does Brother Ziqiong want me to compose?"

"Hmm......" she turned her head to think about it, pointed to the field and said, "Let's just play polo!"

"Good! Think about it! ”

Lin Wan watched the ball game, her fingers tapping on the table, thinking intently.

Princess Shuhua has been looking at Lin Wan, she didn't care about how he looked before, but now when she looks closely, the sun is shining on his side face, his skin is like snow, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, he is really good-looking.

Lin Wan turned her head, lifted the pen, and dropped it on the paper.

"Got it?" Shu Hua leaned over and asked.

Lin Wan didn't make a sound, holding the pen, poking it on the paper, and didn't move.

After a while, I put down my pen in frustration.

"Why didn't you write it?" Shu Hua was puzzled.

"I can't write it, I don't think about it." She sighed.

"How can you not write it? Didn't you write two songs last time? ”

"This time it's different."

"What's the difference? Aren't they all poems? ”

"I wasn't inspired this time."

"How can you be inspired, no, when will you be inspired?"

"I don't know!" Lin Wan shook her head helplessly.

"You ......"

No one has neglected her like this, Princess Shuhua thought angrily.

"Alas! Where are you going? The little girl pulled Lin Wan and didn't let him go, he hadn't written a poem yet, this person wanted to run, but there was no way.

"Go to the toilet!" Lin Wan smiled.

Princess Shuhua hurriedly let go: "You disciple!"

"I'm a tight man!"

"Dengzi, I don't want to see you again!" Princess Shuhua walked away in a huff, kicking her calves.

What the hell is a cousin, she doesn't have it! It's not as good as Cousin Wen Mu.

She also admired him for a while.

Bah, what worship. That's something that doesn't exist at all.

I'm.

"Princess, just like that?" Jinxiu asked carefully.

"Of course."

Lin Wan smiled and watched the little girl walk away, and she also left the seat.

It's finally here, it's more to go around, to have more fun.

Lin Wan is a road idiot, the first time she came to such a big house, she didn't dare to go too far, she just walked around.

Around the stadium, there are small bridges and flowing water, as well as hills and forests, and the atmosphere is rich and rich.

Lin Wan has always liked antiquities, or when she was there, she had been to many ancient city palaces, but unfortunately they were all dead, and they were not as vibrant as they are now, so she couldn't help but have to take a look.

If only I had a camera! Take a picture, when traveling, how good!

As she walked, she found that there was almost no one left, and for fear of an accident, she turned her head and prepared to return the way she came.

"Xiaowan!" An extremely gentle voice came, Lin Wan turned her head to look, and saw a young man in a crescent-colored brocade robe, fifteen or sixteen years old, his appearance was not ordinary beauty, yes, it was described as beautiful.

There is the beauty of a woman, and there is also the aura of a teenager.

It's just a thin body and pale skin, slightly weak.

Lin Wan remembered him, how could such a good-looking person not remember?

I saw it at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet.

It's fate to see you again!

"Is Childe calling me?" Lin Wan asked with a smile, she has always been very polite to good-looking and gentle people.

"Xiaowan!" The young man seemed to be very happy, and quickened his pace and walked towards Lin Wan.