"Sister Yansha." The young man tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and Ah Qing had a look at the excitement.

"Brother Zheng, there is someone fighting poetry over there, can you take me over to have a look?"

Ah Qing was automatically ignored.

The little girl's face was so tender that she was about to pinch out the water, and rubbed against Lin Zheng while being coquettish, Lin Zheng couldn't avoid it, so she had to shirk and said: "I already have an appointment with a friend, so I won't accompany you, you can go by yourself." ”

"I don't know if I have a friend on the side?" The little girl's coquettishness made A-Qing's old aunt's heart sway, but Lin Zheng was unmoved. This kid, don't let the harsh rules of the palace teach you stupid!

"This is Qin Gongzi, a friend I made recently. This is my cousin, Luo Yansha. ”

"The girl is as her name suggests." Ah Qing said politely.

"Brother Qin is so handsome, even Brother Zheng is compared to you!" The little girl can speak well.

"The girl has won the prize, and she is ashamed." You come and go, flattering each other.

"Brother Qin and I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Brother Lin pulled Ah Qing and was about to leave, but was stopped by Luo Yansha.

"Where are you going?"

"Dai Zhu Ge." Lin Zheng's face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he thought that he deliberately wanted to get rid of Luo Yansha.

The little girl's face instantly drooped: "Brother, you are also about to get married, how can you go to those indiscriminate places all day long, but don't take it with you, Brother Qin." "She seems to be angry, and she is charming with three points, and the little girl's means are quite good.

Listening to this meaning, it is possible for her and Lin Zheng to get married in the future, otherwise they would not have a vigilant look of a wife in and out of their words.

A good marriage, how can Lin Zheng, a stupid boy, miss it in a daze, Ah Qing hurriedly answered: "Who said that you were going to Daizhu Pavilion," ignoring the look that Lin Zheng gave her, "What's the meaning of those vulgar fans?" Let's follow Miss Luo to fight a poem, and find some Yaxing. ”

He can't have a crush on my cousin, right? Lin Zheng thought to himself, so he had no choice but to agree.

The crowd is crowded, the market is noisy, Ah Qing squeezed to the front row, and saw a wooden platform set up in the crowd, a tile blue gauze tent in the center hung with tassels hanging the four corners out of thin air, the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, and several opening and closing lotus flowers were embroidered with silver thread on the tulle, with different postures and elegant lines. Inside the tent, a woman wearing a crown of beads sat upright, with a slender figure and a blurred face. Not far from the tent is a wooden case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, which is reserved for the use of contestants.

"It seems that the little lady is fighting poetry to recruit relatives." Ah Qing turned around and quipped, but saw that Luo Yansha's little face was a little ugly, and Lin Zheng on the side seemed to be very interested.

"Brother Qin, it's better for you to go up and show your hands." This little girl is smart, and she knows that if she makes a move, Lin Zheng will never participate in snatching a girl with her friends again.

"Brother Qin is out of the horse, I am a rude and reckless man, where is there a chance to kiss Fangze." Lin Zheng laughed at himself, and a hint of joy flashed across Luo Yansha's face when she heard this.

It is expected that Lin Zheng is not really angry, and he does not have any intention of winning the beauty, but he is just unbearable to be disturbed by his cousin, so it is better to push the boat down the river and write a poem for both sides to go down the stairs.

"Since that's the case, I'll improvise a poem, and I'll bother Brother Qin to help me write it down."

"What, Brother Qin can't read?" Luo Yansha is unscrupulous.

"No, it's just that I don't know how to write your words in the Southern Regions, and my words are ugly, and I don't look good as Brother Lin's pen and ink." Ah Qing smiled warmly, and didn't bother with her, Lin Zheng saw it in his eyes, and felt that the person in front of him was peerless and unparalleled.

Luo Yansha didn't say any more. It's finally quiet, Lin Zheng thought.

She thought about it, so it was better to use a song "Qingyu Case. Yuan Xi came to the occasion:

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

After chanting a song, Luo Yansha was actually stupid: "Brother Qin, your poem is so good, it goes straight to the hearts of people." Hear me...... I want to cry. ”

Lin Zheng raised the pen with a stroke, although he was not as profound as Jun Wu's attainments, but he also had a resolute ambition and pride between the vertical and horizontal. He handed her the paper, his eyes full of admiration and appreciation.

"The little life is ugly." Ah Qing held the poem in front of the tent with both hands, but when he saw a gust of wind blowing, the curtain was slightly separated, and a slender jade hand stretched out from the tent to take away the rice paper. Through the gauze tent, Ah Qing could see the woman's fingers twisting slightly, and a cluster of bright flames appeared on her ring finger.

The person inside the curtain chuckled, put out the fire again, sat in the tent and said, "The talented people in the city are not as good as you." ”

The sound was familiar. The woman came out of the curtain, and the fragrance on her body became more and more obvious to be the fragrance of plum blossoms, and Ah Qing finally thought of it - it was her!

Xue Ji regained her original appearance today, Shi Shiran stood on the stage, the crown on her head gently shook her makeup, and her makeup was bright.

"Ah Qing." She called, her voice like a ghost in the sky.

Ah Qing woke up suddenly, and found that he was still on the bed in Gonglin Wangfu, already sweating. Is everything just now a dream?