Chapter 40: My sister is so dependent on me, what will I do when I grow up?

Jin Shixing played with the bronze knife he wore at his waist, stretched out his head to look, and saw that her right pair was:

Far and near, reach the road and pass the leisure.

Su Jiu analyzed softly: "Although I haven't read a few books, I can understand a few words. The radical of this upper link is the same, so the radical of the lower link also needs to be consistent to be considered correct. ”

After she finished speaking, seeing that Jin Shixing was quiet and did not react, she couldn't help but look up at him.

The deep-eyed and high-nosed boy was looking at him with disdain.

She was puzzled, "Wake up brother, what's wrong with you?" But am I right? ”

"Xiaojiu just knows a few words?!" Jin Shixing became more and more disdainful, "I don't read much, don't lie to me!" ”

Su Jiu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his small mouth was extremely sweet, "Brother Xing has poetry and books in his belly, so he doesn't look like a person who doesn't read much." ”

Jin Shixing loves to listen to this.

He played with the knife and smiled from ear to ear, "Originally, my mother did send me to the Confucian Temple Academy, but there is an old saying among you that says, 'If you are ugly, you should study more', if I stay to study, won't I admit that I am ugly?" This thing could not be tolerated, so I decisively skipped class. ”

Su Jiu supported her forehead, how could she not know such an old saying in the Central Plains?

Soon, the turtle hung their couplets on the silk thread in the middle of the high platform for visitors to visit.

Su wine looked at it one by one, and there were all kinds of combinations.

Shanglian is obviously "lonely and cold and empty widow", and Xialian actually has someone who is "a man with forty-one flowers"!

There are also people who can't get it right, and they want to leave some ink treasure on the white paper, so they write a "There is a house in the depths of the white clouds"!

She patiently looked at them one by one, and her eyes suddenly stopped.

"The lonely cold window is empty and widowed, and the sycamore is rotten and the pillow is in vain."

The dark and pure fawn's eyes lit up.

This pair is very coincidentally matched, not only the radicals match, but also the artistic conception is very set off the couplet.

Better than she did.

On the high platform, Gui Gong said loudly: "It's a pity, only two pairs of people have passed this second level." Please go up to the high platform to the person who said these two lower sentences! ”

After he finished speaking, two maids immediately picked up the lower couplet of Su wine and the more wonderful couplet, and shook it towards the audience.

Jin Shixing jumped on the high platform excitedly and waved vigorously at the crowd below.

Su Jiu stepped up with his skirt, and coincidentally, he happened to see Xiao Tingchen helping Xu Zizhu from the opposite side.

She tightened the hem of her skirt, and sure enough, the pair was made by the little brother.

"As we all know, we are all over the streets and alleys of incense, whether it is rich or noble, ordinary people, every household more or less understands incense."

Gui Gong smiled, "So this last level is to taste spices!" ”

When the words landed, two beautiful girls, each holding a tray.

Each tray contains five petite porcelain jars, each containing about the spices.

The onlookers were excited and shouted the name "Purple Bead Fairy".

There is a celestial incense list in the world, and the people on the list are all incense masters.

And there are only three people in Jinling City on the list, and one of them is Xu Zizhu.

Being able to see the purple bead fairy distinguishing incense on the spot, they can't help but be excited.

Xu Zizhu smiled slightly, raised her hand to hook a strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly: "Xiao Gongzi, let's win this level." ”

Xiao Tingchen put his hands in his wide sleeves, and his gentle and smiling gaze always fell on the opposite side.

I saw that his little wine was looking up at Jin Shixing, the dimples on his cheeks were deep and sweet, as if they were filled with honey, and he was whispering something to the goods.