"Who are you?" Song Chuancheng was puzzled, he had never seen this person.

"In the evening of Linyang Lin, Xie Wentao's cousin, I don't know if I can dare to write a poem."

Song Chuan wanted to say something, but the person sitting on the seat spoke first.

"Of course you can, as Ben Shizi said, you can do it for you. Please~" Cao Lin looked like he was watching a good show.

"I don't know what the son of the world can do? I didn't know what to do. Lin Wan looked at him.

Cao Lin thought about it for a while, remembered the moonlight when he saw him that day, and said with a smile:

"How about a poem made by the moon?"

"Good!" She agreed, then lowered her head and pondered for a moment, as if she had a flash of inspiration, and raised her head and chanted: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

Silent night poem, the most familiar one to memorize.

He sat with a blank face and was silent.

This made her wonder, could it be that the poems she wrote did not fit the times?

Lin Wan looked at Cao Lin, and then asked, "I don't know ......"

"Good!" Cao Lin clapped his hands, and the others reacted and applauded with him.

"So you're so good at writing poetry! It's a good sentence to bow your head and miss your hometown. Although Cao Lin is not deeply educated, he is a son of the world, and he can be regarded as knowing the mystery of this poem.

"Let's play the next game!" Lin Wan waved her hands and sat down!

happened to see Song Chuancheng's dissatisfied eyes on the other side.

Song Chuancheng stared at Lin Wan, just a fluke! He whispered a message to the little guy, and the little guy turned around and went out.

Another round begins, and the piano sounds surround and are intoxicating.

Among them, a maid came in to serve the food, but everyone didn't care.

Soon, the sound of the piano stopped, and the wine glass actually stopped in front of Lin Wan.

“……”

Poetry again?

Song Chuancheng looked at her proudly.

Fu Mingqi saw it clearly, and muttered to Suning Yi in a low voice: "Song Chuancheng is afraid of what means he used."

Su Ningyi looked at Lin Wan with a little worry, the poem just now amazed him, but he didn't expect him to have two hits.

I don't know how this time will be.

Lin Wan got up slowly, waved her hands modestly, and then said aloud: "The country is beautiful in the late days, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants, the mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks are sleeping."

"Good poetry!" Su Ningyi wanted to speak the most, with a hint of appreciation.

A cadre of people applauded.

This flowing water poetry meeting is not bad, Lin Wanbo has a name, so that when she enters Haige in the future, she will not be regarded as going through the back door.

Song Chuancheng didn't blow it up again, he didn't want to make a wedding dress for others, it seems that Xie Wentao's cousin has a good knowledge!

After the poetry meeting, Lin Wan followed Xie Wentao back to the house, Xie Wentao was half drunk, Lin Wan carefully pulled this person and stumbled back home.

She stayed at home on time and recited the book in a regular manner, but she didn't know that her two poems had been circulated by the light.

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…

When Wen Jin was better, he proposed to go out and visit the capital.

Not far from the door, a few children on the side of the road ran wildly, reciting a few lines of poetry in unison:

"The bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

"The bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

“……”

"Good poetry! I don't know who did it! Wen Jin had never read this poem.

"I don't know, I don't know poetry!" Zhao Yichen scratched his head.

"Ahh Woo woo woo~"

Wen Jin was about to say something, but was stopped by a burst of crying.

The children who had just run away were gone, and a little girl with pigtails was lying on the ground, whimpering and crying, her face covered with dust, and she must have fallen.

Wen Jin walked over, squatted down, and asked gently, "Little sister, where did you fall?" Don't cry, tell my brother? Well? ”

"Leg pain...... They bullied me...... Push me...... Woooooo

"Can you still get up? Don't cry, my brother invites you to eat sugar gourd. ”

"Can~" The little girl stopped crying and looked at this good-looking brother with wide eyes.

Fang Yichen immediately ran errands to buy sugar gourds and came back.

The little girl had already gotten up, was pulled by Wen Jin, saw the sugar gourd, grinned, and took it.

"Thank you, brother!"

"No thanks! Hurry home! Don't be playful. ”

"Not going back." The little girl shook her head stubbornly, "I want to play with my brother." ”

Wen Jin smiled, her eyes were full of soft light, and she touched the little girl's head dotingly.

Fang Yichen couldn't figure out his son's thoughts, did he really have to bring this little doll?

Seeing that the prince is so happy, take it with you.

"What's my little sister's name?"

"My mother's name is Ah Yu, and my brother also calls me Ah Yu!" Ah Yu wrapped the sugar gourd and spoke slurredly.

"Ah Yu~" Wen Jin seemed to think of something, and the smile on his face was even more victorious.

"My brother smiles so beautifully, you have to laugh all the time! My father always said to my mother, smile for ten years. ”

"So is Ayu! Come home! Otherwise, your mother will be worried, so she won't laugh! Where did you fall! Go home and ask your mother to give you medicine. ”

"But ......"

But she wanted to play with her brother.

Wen Jin saw through her thoughts, and said softly: "Just play with my brother in the future, my brother lives in that house, do you see?"

He pointed to King Lu's mansion.

"See! My brother's house is so big! Can I play with my brother in the future? ”

"Yes, but you have to tell your mother, otherwise she will be worried." He softened Ayu's head again.

"Good! Then I'm home! Later, I played with my brother. Goodbye, brother. ”

Ah Yule waved his hand, turned around and ran away, disappearing around the corner.

"Goodbye."

"Shizi likes children very much!" Fang Yichen sighed.

"I just like well-behaved ones."

Wen Jin turned around and walked in the other direction.

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"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and miss your hometown......" Wen Jin read it over and over again, with a smile in her mouth, and the wind seemed to become very warm.

A poem written by Awan!

Awan has grown up!

A joy grew in my heart.

Awan......

As soon as I think of this name, my heart is filled with sweetness, and that unknown memory wells up.

The little kid who always followed him, calling his brother over and over again, was so cute.

"Brother is so good-looking!"

"Ah Wan only believes in her brother, and she only tells her brother ......"

"Awan likes her brother!"

"Ah Wan is going to marry her brother in the future!"

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Naturally, two small poems also entered the palace.

Princess Shuhua, the only daughter of Concubine Xie, has loved poetry since she was a child and is a talented girl.

In order to please her, people outside the palace will send new good poems to her.

"Mother and concubine, look at this poem, this poem is simply excellent." The thirteen-year-old girl couldn't stop the joy on her face.

Emperor Su Xiao walked in, saw his favorite daughter with a happy face, and asked with a smile: "Shu Hua is so happy!"

Concubine Xie also smiled: "She, she fell in love with a poem, so she came over to show it to me."

"Father, look at what kind of poem it is."

Princess Shuhua took the paper over happily, the emperor took it, smoothed it down, and read leisurely: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown......"

"How? Father, it's a good poem, right? ”

The emperor did not answer, and his eyes fell on the last two words - Lin Wan.

After pondering for a while, he smiled in a blink of an eye and said, "Concubine! Look, whose poem is this? ”