The man seemed to see something interesting, and said a word to the maid behind him, and then smiled, and in an instant, the phoenix's eyes were bright, and Feng Yao only felt that it was like a spring flower blooming, and it would fall inadvertently.

"Send a lotus lantern to that son, if you don't want it, just say that it is only for literary exchange, don't say that I sent it."

Feng Yao summoned a servant and commanded in a low voice.

The servant looked at the person Feng Yao pointed at and nodded clearly at the moment.

"Childe,"

Ji Xin was still snickering at the scholars who were thinking hard about how to solve the question, but he didn't hear the shouts of the servants behind him.

Seeing that the servant didn't hear it, he stretched out his hand to pat the salary to remind her, and as soon as the hand reached mid-air, Shuoge quickly restrained the servant.

"Say! Who are you and what do you want to do! ”

Shuoge snapped the slave's wrist and said angrily.

"The villain, the villain is here to send lotus lanterns! My lord spared me, spared me. ”

The slaves cried and cried.

Hearing the commotion, he turned around, looked at the servant's attire, and glanced at the lamp in his hand.

"Let him go."

"Yes."

Shuoge lowered his head and let go.

The servant waved his wrist twice, glanced at Shuoge timidly, and then carefully presented the lotus lantern to the salary.

"Childe has been standing here for a while, so why don't you answer the question as well."

"No, I don't mean to marry a wife yet."

Ji Xin shook his hand and said.

The servant stole a sideways glance at his young lady.

"Childe, this question is not all about choosing a son-in-law, in fact, my young lady meets friends with literature, and everyone learns from each other."

"Oh?" I think it's a little interesting. "Your young lady is interesting."

"Then boy, give it a try."

As he spoke, the servant stuffed the lotus lantern into the salary, turned around and trotted all the way and disappeared.

"Looks like you scared him."

Ji Xin said with a smile to Shuoge.

"Who told him that he almost ran into Childe just now."

Shuoge pursed his lips and snorted.

Ji Xin smiled and picked up the lotus lamp in his hand.

"Watching the plum blossoms and clearing the snow alone."

It's just the right spring day, how can I talk about the snow, so I thought about it and told Shuoge.

"Bring me a pen."

"Okay."

Shuge jumped up and down and took a pen from the slave.

"Childe is talented, don't really be caught by other ladies at that time."

"You have a point."

Ji Xin stopped and wanted to write the hand of the mountain and Wuliuxi, and crossed out the three characters of Wuliuxi and replaced it with a spring newspaper.

It's not right, it's so good.

After writing the salary, he asked Shuoge to put the lamp into the river, Feng Yao was overjoyed to watch it, and hurriedly instructed the servants to salvage the lamp that the salary had put down.

The water had been running for too long, and the auditor didn't think it was interesting anymore, so he was going to take Shuoge to other places for a walk.

"Childe, Childe wait!"

Just as he wanted to turn around, two servants ran behind him.

"Childe, your poetry attainments are too high, and our young lady appreciates it deeply, so I want you to talk about it on stage."

The salary is full of black lines, and the poetry is highly attained? How can this deliberately unneat poem be highly attained.

"Childe, please."

The servant bowed down again.

"Let's go and have a look."

Ji Xin flicked his sleeves and looked at this unique lady with taste.

Ruoshui Villa has wrapped up the entire Juehua Tea House today, and set up a platform in the Juehua Tea House, with ink tables, paper and pens on it, thinking that it was originally prepared to fight on the stage.

As soon as Ji Xin stepped into the Juehua Tea House, he found that there were many young men sitting here, all of whom looked like scholars.

It turns out that this is the second level, and the salary is guessed.

Since he had no intention of taking the position of this virtuous son-in-law, Ji Xin found a place to sit down at random, ready to leave after the play was finished.

There was a burst of music, and Feng Yao appeared with a few maids.

Such as a beautiful flower, weak willow to support the wind, good, good, the salary nodded with satisfaction, still a beautiful girl.

Feng Yao looked around the venue for a week, and finally fixed his eyes on Ji Xin, revealing a smile full of spring, Ji Xin saw Feng Yao smiling at himself, and smiled back politely.

Feng Yao's face flushed, lowered his head slightly, and walked sideways.

Funk walked out of the backfield.

"Thank you for coming to participate in the little girl's choice of son-in-law today, the little girl loves poetry and literature the most, and those who can come here today are all first-class talents in Haotian, and the old man has written about you first!"

Funk said atmospheric.

"Today, we choose our son-in-law with literature, and we want to compete with each other, so let's invite you to judge."

As he spoke, the servant took out a stack of paper and walked out, looked at it, and secretly screamed that it was not good, isn't this the paper on which poems are written.

"First, a solo view of the plum blossoms and snow sweeping, a fine view of the mountains, a fine view of the mountains, a fine view of the mountains......"

As he read it, Funk felt that something was wrong.

He turned his head to look at Feng Yao.

"Daughter, this is your choice?"

"Daddy," Feng Yao pulled Funk's sleeve, "It's the boy sitting there, please come up." ”

Funk squinted his eyes and looked, but it was a little far away, and he didn't see clearly.

"Good, good."

"Then please come to the stage!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation to the auditor.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Ji Xuan.

The salary has been raised, and this can be a trouble.

"Childe?"

Seeing that the auditor was not on stage for a long time, Feng Ke asked again, and the auditor sighed, straightened his sleeves and walked slowly to the stage.

"Childe, your poetry is very ...... little girl"

Before the word favor could be spoken, Feng Ke's eyes were as wide as copper bells, this appearance, why, so like the king.

"Daddy!"

Feng Yao saw that Feng Ke was suddenly silent, so he simply took a step forward and gently and softly saluted Ji Xin.

"The son is talented, the little woman admires it very much, and I am willing to talk about poetry and Taoism with the son from time to time, drink tea and appreciate the moon."

Feng Yao said so, and the people in the audience naturally understood seven points, this is the first person, Miss Feng already has a favorite person, isn't this just using other people as a foil.

As soon as these words were spoken, some people were dissatisfied at the moment.

"Miss, where are you talking! To what extent is this talented, the owner of the village has not read his poems just now, it is better to read it now, let me wait to admire it! ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Ke panicked, and Feng Yao frowned.

"Yes, just now the owner didn't read this son's masterpiece, could it be that it is actually vulgar, and asking me to wait is just a formality! Deliberately tricking me and so on! ”

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Oops...... Everybody ......"

Feng Ke was in a hurry, but he didn't know how to speak, and secretly glanced at the salary in his head, only to see that the salary was still indifferent, as if this farce had nothing to do with her.

This is the king, in fact, Feng Ke is not too sure, he has only seen the salary from a distance that night, and he was already flustered when he saw the Holy Lord.

If it is just a person who is similar to the king, this appearance is superior, although the talent is a little worse, but as long as the daughter likes it, it is not a big deal, if I have a big business in Shuishan Zhuang, a son-in-law can still afford it.

"This Gentleman"