Seeing that everyone was staring at him without blinking, Ding Qingwen nodded with satisfaction: "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for a long time!" Whoever came, removed all the remnants of the wine and replaced them with new ones. ”

Bai Jingfei and the others were up and down in their hearts, and finally saw Ding Qingwen, but who knew that this old guy had been talking about him left and right, and couldn't help shouting: "Uncle, it's all over this, except for the starving ghost reincarnation, who hasn't eaten enough?" Don't mess with that uselessness, and announce the results quickly! With a focused expression, he didn't notice the murderous gaze of the Qianqian girl.

Ding Qingwen was stunned: "Result? What results are announced? The old man is not here, are you playing couplets again? ”

Bai Jingfei: "It's not a couplet." Didn't Sister Shishi just let me compose a poem? Isn't it all waiting to be judged for the best! ”

Ding Qingwen shook his head: "Bai Xian's nephew may have misunderstood, the poet girl begged for poems, just wanted to bind them into a book and make a preface to commemorate today's feast." Besides, there is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, your works are full of flowers, every word is beautiful, even if the old man wants to be ugly, he can't do anything! ”

Bai Jingfei scratched his head with a look of disappointment: "In this way, didn't Sister Shishi say that she would judge the best?" Did I hear me wrong? ”

"What my sister said is to let the younger sister of the Ding family choose a favorite one, but it is not the best, of course Little Brother Bai didn't listen to it right." It was Lin Shishi who spoke, it turned out that she had been following Ding Qingwen all along, but everyone's attention was on the rice paper in Ding Qingwen's hand, and she ignored this "focus of attention".

Bai Jingfei hurriedly corrected: "Yes, yes, the little nephew listened to the errand, and asked the uncle to announce Miss Ding's favorite work, the little nephew has been looking forward to this moment for a long time." ”

Cao Renxian, who had been watching him play treasure coldly, snorted: "What are you looking forward to? Is there anything you can't do? ”

Bai Jingfei was immediately unconvinced: "Why not, whether this son played well today or not, the couplet just now is the evidence." Besides, even if this boy occasionally makes mistakes, he is much better than you, a guy who can't even read words! ”

The two usually quarrel here, and it will basically come to an end, who knows that today's Cao Renxian's combat effectiveness suddenly exploded: "Who said that?" As long as you can play, I can't be inspired? To tell you the truth, Young Master Ben really wrote a good poem, do you need to read it out for you to study hard? ”

You dare to let me learn even if you are a martial artist? Bah! As soon as Bai Jingfei wanted to fight back, he heard Lin Shishi read: "'Holding the Mohuan knife in his hand, Lu is riding on his waist, slashing one person in ten steps, and laughing freely in the killing field. 'Cao Gongzi's poem describing the war, I like the poem very much! Hey, it's a pity that Shishi is just a female stream, otherwise galloping across the field like a scholar is not a great joy in life! ”

After listening to Lin Shishi's words, Cao Renxian hurriedly saluted: "Cao Moujie is a reckless man, he only knows how to dance with guns and sticks, but it makes the poetry girl laugh!" ”

Bai Jingfei watched the two of them chatter more and more happily, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he couldn't help asking: "I said that what you evaluated can't really be these bullshit things surnamed Cao, right?" ”

Cao Renxian immediately became angry: "The surname is white, others are afraid of you for three points, but this is useless to Young Master Ben, there is a kind of let's go to the Datong city wall to fight for three hundred rounds!" ”

Bai Jingfei raised his eyelids: "This son is a Sven man, and he never moves with reckless people!" ”

"You ......"

Seeing that the two were arguing more and more fiercely, Ding Qingwen hurriedly interrupted: "The two virtuous nephews are angry, Cao Xian's nephew's poem is full of pride and heroism, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the work that best shows the true character of men." It's a pity that the little woman is quiet, she doesn't like to fight and kill, and she didn't choose this poem, and the old man has always felt very regretful! ”

At this time, Bai Jingfei was completely stunned: "Brother Cao, no matter how good your poems are, you are a martial artist after all, how can I fall in love with a rude guy like you?" ”

Cao Renxian's face instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot, and he glared at Bai Jingfei viciously, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces, but this expression only lasted on his face for a moment before disappearing, and Cao Renxian also returned to his original indifferent appearance.

Qian Yu, who was watching coldly from the side, felt a pang in his heart, this Cao Renxian is a deep city, as the saying goes, "A dog that barks doesn't bite, and a dog that doesn't bark is the most ferocious", he couldn't help but be secretly vigilant.

As if knowing the eagerly awaited state of mind of everyone present, Ding Qingwen no longer sold Guanzi: "Everyone, as the poetry girl said, the little girl personally selected her favorite poem from many poems and made up another one. The old man decided to print the two poems together on the cover of the poetry book, echoing each other, and it will surely be passed down through the ages and become a good story. As for which poem it is, please ask Lord Yang Zhenyang to uncover the mystery for everyone! ”

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Everyone was in an uproar, although Ding Qingwen didn't say a word about marrying a daughter, his meaning couldn't be more obvious.

In this era when men and women are more harmful than Fangchuan, women's names are even more important than their lives.

In this era of low technology and extremely backward productivity, it is difficult to disseminate words, and it is impossible to experience the hardships without personal experience, so books are life, faith, and everything to readers.

Then, in this era when the reader controls the world, the cover of a book is printed with the works of both men and women, and if it is said that they are innocent, absolutely no one believes it.

This world is the world of readers, and the words of readers represent public opinion, trends, and truth! So in some ways, this kind of behavior is more authoritative than even the most solemn wedding, more memorable than the most sincere vows.

Therefore, everyone here knows that as long as the mystery is revealed, Miss Ding will no longer be alone, no matter how bad this man's status and knowledge are, the Ding family has no possibility of repentance.

In the backyard, in the attic, across the brick wall in the distance, Ding Xinru watched this scene, and her palms kept sweating outward.

In the front yard, next to the guest of honor, Ding Qingwen looked plain, but from his breathing, he could still hear the suppressed heartbeat.

Yang Zhen got up and took the rice paper, slowly unfolded it, and the thick ink handwriting of a dragon flying and phoenix dance flew, wild and affectionate:

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yixiao! ”

On the rice paper, two butterflies crawl on the petals with a faint ink, clinging to each other and sticking to each other, as if no matter how difficult things are, they can't interrupt their concern for each other.

On the other side of the butterfly, the same beautiful poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" flutters in juanxiu's handwriting, as if echoing the previous poem:

"The warm rain and sunny wind are beginning to break the frost, and the willow eyes and plum cheeks are already moving. Who shares the poetry of wine? Tears melt and the residual powder flowers are heavy.

At first glance, the jacket is sewn with gold threads, the mountain pillow is oblique, and the pillow is damaged by the hairpin head phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone, and you still cut the lights at night. ①”

At the end of the poem, Ding's four characters are clearly visible.

Seeing that everyone was looking at these two poems stupidly, Ding Qingwen's heart was full of sadness, in fact, when he saw "Butterfly Love Flower" for the first time, he remembered his deceased wife: Do you know, after you left, how many times did I "make people haggard for Yixiao?" ”

Taking a deep breath to calm down his mood, Ding Qingwen said with a smile: "The old man and the little girl jointly determined that this poem is the most suitable for the little girl, do you have any objections?" ”

Bai Jingfei stared blankly at the familiar words on the rice paper in front of him, I succeeded? Really successful? A great happiness filled his heart, and he only felt that his heart seemed to float above the white clouds.

As soon as Ding Qingwen finished asking, he stood up and raised his hands high: "No objection, no objection at all, my heart is like a bead of wisdom, my uncle is eclectic, although there is no matchmaker's words, but this son believes that this is definitely the most matched, the most touching, and the most perfect couple since the establishment of my Dahua Dynasty, and there is no one." What do you say? ”

Seeing a poem that was not his own, everyone present was disappointed. But when they finished reading it, they were all stunned, although they didn't want to admit it, but this poem was not comparable to them in terms of literary attainments or interpretation of longing for love. There is no second since ancient times, but in front of this poem, they can only remain silent.

Seeing his own words, everyone didn't dare to move, Bai Jingfei felt extremely angry, the one hundred taels of silver was too worthwhile: "Uncle, oh, no, it should be my father-in-law, since everything has been decided, when do you think the little nephew will let his father go to your mansion to propose marriage?" ”

"Okay-", Ding Qingwen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong: "Ah, what did you say?" ”

Bai Jingfei said as a matter of course: "Propose marriage, although the uncle may not care about these etiquettes, but in the heart of the little nephew, it is very important, no matter what, this is the greatest respect that the little nephew has for Xinru." ”

Ding Qingwen looked at Liu Shijun, who had always been calm and breezy, and pointed to Bai Jingfei, whose face was flushed with excitement: "You said that you wrote this poem?" ”

Bai Jingfei: "Of course, in front of you, when did the little nephew lie." ”

Wrong? Is it all wrong? Ding Qingwen still didn't give up, and asked Liu Shijun directly: "Nephew Liu Xian, I wrote a poem just now, I don't know which one you wrote?" ”

Liu Shijun got up lightly and said calmly: "Back to uncle, the little nephew was thinking about the task assigned to the minister by His Royal Highness just now, and he never wrote a word. ”

"Huh?" Ding Qingwen is really dumbfounded now, this poem, could it really be written by Bai Jingfei?

This Bai Xian's nephew is not learned and has no skills, he is a combination of straw bags and wine bags and rice bags, and the most standard mixed eating and waiting for the second generation of death-type officials. If Xinru marries him, won't she be cheated for the rest of her life?

It's all because the old man is too eager to do things, and he hastily announced it without clarifying the matter, Xinru is a good daughter, it's my father who is sorry for you!

Just when he was bitter and remorseful, sad and self-blaming, a discordant voice sounded: "Bai Jingfei Bai Gongzi, I found that you are doing things more and more without a bottom line now, can you compose this poem?" And the words above, if you can write so elegantly like a fairy, Cao someone will immediately smash the egg! It was Cao Renxian, who didn't like Bai Jingfei and Bai Jingfei.

This voice was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, instantly illuminating Ding Qingwen's heart: "Yes, Bai Jingfei's calligraphy and literary attainments are absolutely impossible to be so high, there must be something greasy in it!" ”