Changge pulled Lin Yanchen to the Poetry Competition, the so-called Poetry Competition, but it was just an open space, a platform was set up, and a red cloth was covered.

There was an old man sitting on the stage, who was the author of the poetry club, and Lin Yanchen recognized this person as his early master. The more famous teacher in town.

A group of girls dressed up in flowers held flowers in their hands, looking expectant, waiting for the first talent to appear.

"Lin Yanchen, haven't you noticed that the girls here are holding a few flowers in their hands, what kind of custom is this?"

Lin Yanchen explained: "This is the habit of the town, during the Qixi Lantern Festival, if there is a woman who has not left the pavilion who takes a fancy to a young man, she will give him flowers." ”

Chang Ge said: "I've only heard men pursue their favorite women, and women give flowers? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you were rejected? ”

"It's true that there aren't many girls who give flowers to men alone, but on occasions like the Poetry Competition, when a man comes on stage to write a poem, the woman throws the flowers on the stage to have a good time."

"I see." After finishing the long song, he immediately bought two bouquets from a small flower seller not far away, one of which was secretly hidden in his sleeve while Lin Yanchen was not paying attention, and the other was held in his hand.

Lin Yanchen saw that she bought a flower and came back, and said, "Who are you giving it to?" ”

"It's not you anyway!"

Lin Yanchen: "......!! ”

"Lin Changge, don't forget that you are already a married woman."

Changge saw that Lin Yanchen's face was not good, and thought to herself that you don't have to be so possessive in acting, although she wasn't ready to do anything, she couldn't help but retort: "Lin Yanchen Lin Gongzi!" Although I promised to act with you, you can't stop me from looking for peach blossoms! ”

Lin Yanchen's face became darker and darker, but he was now unjustified with Changge...... Lin Yanchen said: "Of course, the lady can look for peach blossoms, but she should find someone better than her husband." ”

"Lin Yanchen, you are too narcissistic, why do you think I can't find someone better than you?" Although Lin Changge also felt that there should be no such thing as Lin Yanchen in this town, after all, it was difficult for this person to find fault with him in terms of appearance, bearing, knowledge, kung fu, and even personality, but Changge still wanted to argue with him: "Besides, maybe others are better than you and you can't see it." ”

"Then Bibi look!"

"Huh?" Changge didn't expect that this somewhat childish remark would come from Lin Yanchen's mouth, and was stunned, Lin Yanchen said coldly: "If the lady finds a man other than her husband, I don't mind comparing with that person, compare, look!" ”

The last three words Lin Yanchen bit the words very hard, Changge shuddered, and suddenly felt that if he really found the peach blossom, that person would be very miserable.

But he was unwilling to be blocked by Lin Yanchen like this, Changge thought about it, and suddenly laughed and said: "After all, I chose my husband, should I have the final say on what is more than what?" ”

Lin Yanchen's face was fearless, which meant nothing more than saying that you should come.

Chang Ge said: "More amiable and approachable than anyone!" Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I'm afraid that a random man on the street is better than yours! ”

Lin Yanchen's face instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot, and Changge looked proud when he saw that he was speechless. You still want to fight with me at your age?

At this moment, the poetry competition also began, and Changge, who was proud, was suddenly startled by the screams of the women around him who pierced their eardrums.

In the midst of these cacophony of demons, two young men were seen slowly stepping onto the stage.

One of the teenagers was dressed in a blue robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long face. The ink hair is meticulously tied, and he is also an extremely handsome young man, but compared with Lin Yanchen, he instantly looks ordinary.

However, Changge's ordinary heart is indeed good in the eyes of this group of girls, as soon as he came on stage, countless colorful flowers under the stage smashed at him, and the girls in the audience shouted in unison: "Zhao Gongzi!" Zhao Gongzi! ”

Seeing that the surroundings were so enthusiastic, Changge threw away the flowers in his hand with a cheap hand. It was just a moment, she felt a chill down her spine, and Lin Yanchen's expression behind her seemed like she was going to eat people.

The Zhao Gongzi on the stage seemed a little helpless, but he still maintained a decent smile, and said in a soft tone: "Okay, okay, Zhao has received the young lady's wishes, but how can the poetry meeting start in this way." ”

As soon as he said this, those girls really stopped what they were doing, and Changge looked at this Zhao Gongzi, and his heart was a person with a gentle temper and no fight. There was no trace of pride on his face.

Lin Yanchen behind him saw her straight hair, Changge was a little unwilling to be suppressed by the aura of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and deliberately opened his mouth to say angrily: I think this Zhao Gongzi is good, and his temper has thrown you for several streets! ”

Lin Yanchen didn't say a word with a cold face, Changge inexplicably felt that he was a little aggrieved, as if to say, I was disgusted by my mother.

Of course, this is just Changge's irresponsible brain supplement, Lin Yanchen's cold face can freeze to death, and there is no grievance anywhere.

At this time, the poetry competition is about to start, and the old man took Qixi as the theme, he said the last sentence, these two people are on the next sentence, to see who is right.

The old man said: "My last sentence is that the black magpie bridge becomes the upper boundary. (Note)

The two teenagers on the stage thought for a while, and the other teenager said: Put lanterns together!! ”

Burst......

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There was a disdainful sound from the audience, is this person here to be funny?

Zhao Wenshu on the side said with a smile: "Flower Street is like day and night!" ”

The old man nodded, but said, "General, nothing new." Zhao Gongzi won this game. ”

The group of girls in the audience didn't care what Zhao Gongzi was doing, as soon as they heard that he had won, there was another cheer, Changge twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart that this person can only be said to be a little literary, and the title of the first genius is probably from those women who love him.

Changge said to Lin Yanchen on the side: "Do you want to go up and look at each other?" ”

"No, no."

Changge smiled: "If you go, I will admit that Zhao Gongzi is not as good as you!" ”

"Boring."

Although Lin Yanchen said this, his pupils moved imperceptibly, Changge took out the flower from his sleeve, and continued to tease him with a smile: "If you go up, I'll give you this flower, okay?" ”

In fact, she just had a bad taste and wanted to see what sensation Lin Yanchen would cause after he came to power, since Lin Yanchen refused to go, she simply teased him.

didn't want Lin Yanchen to hear this, so he actually looked at her seriously and said, "This is what you said!" ”

Long Song: "......"

After finishing speaking, Lin Yanchen slowly walked onto the stage and saluted slightly to the former master, who saw that it was Lin Yanchen, the former proud protégé, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Lin Yanchen said: "I'm right, the Qianqiu Spirit will be the same night." (Note)

As soon as he said this, the old man couldn't help but praise: "Good poetry! ”

The audience was silent for a moment, and suddenly, the girls screamed like crazy, desperately throwing flowers on the stage, more than twice as many as Fang Cai.

Lin Changge: "......"

In fact, most of the women in the audience can't understand the quality of poetry, but Lin Yanchen is undoubtedly much more attractive to girls than these boring poems.

"Oh my God, whose son is this, he looks so handsome!"

"I don't know, he has a good temperament!"

Changge looked at Lin Yanchen, who was about to be submerged by those flowers, his face was so black that he couldn't be black, and the girls on the side were still talking about Lin Yanchen coming down to talk to him for a while, Changge was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

He seemed to have cheated him, thinking like this, Changge rushed to the stage with the flower in his hand and handed it to Lin Yanchen, Lin Yanchen didn't expect Changge to give him the flower like this, and after being slightly stunned, he calmly took the flower.

Changge said to the girls in the audience: "This boy took my flowers, he is my person, you are not allowed to beat his idea!" ”

The audience was stunned for a few seconds, and the scolding came one after another: "Who is this, so ignorant of inspection!" ”

"That's it, it's shameless to say such things in broad daylight!!"

Chang Gecai didn't care what these people said, and after finishing his words, he pulled Lin Yanchen, who had never come back to his senses, and left the place of right and wrong.

The woman in the goose yellow dress in the audience stared at Lin Yanchen's figure in a daze, and muttered the poem that Lin Yanchen was right about: "The black magpie bridge becomes the upper realm, and the spirit of the thousand autumns will be ...... together this night."

Such a style, such a style......

"Xiao Tao, you help me investigate, whose son is this?"

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Note: The poem is from Tang Liu Wei "Qixi Festival"