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Chapter 67: Ten Steps to Kill a Man--------

Chapter 67: Ten steps to kill a person

Red Sleeves put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Shen Miaoge under the cover of Mengxi: it just so happened that Shen Miaoge was also looking at her with the cover of his cousin - the two looked at each other, and they both felt very funny at the moment, and couldn't help but smile together.

Shen Miaoge shook his head lightly at Red Sleeves, and glanced in the direction of the county lord of Pingnan, suggesting that Red Sleeves would not write any poems; Red Sleeves also nodded, she knew that he didn't know how to make poetry, and hiding clumsiness at this time was not necessarily a bad thing.

Although Shen Miaoge can make a poem that is not very good, so that the county lord of Pingnan thinks that his talent is not good and he retreats: but he also makes his brothers look down on him a little bit, it doesn't matter now, but what about when he is in charge of the Shen Mansion in the future?

Red Sleeves and Shen Miaoge naturally understood the mind of the county lord of Pingnan, but they pretended not to know anything. As for the county lord of Pingnan having such a scheming, they are not surprised; If her scheming was simple, they would wonder if this was really His Royal Highness.

The county lord of Pingnan had already smiled and spoke: "How about we write a poem with the title of this scene?" ”

Naturally, the crowd will not object.

The county lord of Pingnan looked at the girls of the Shen family: "How about our sisters try to write two poems too?" First of all, let the foolish girl sacrifice the ugly and throw bricks and jade. After the latter sentence was spoken, the girls of the Shen family couldn't write it even if they didn't want to.

But after a while, someone chanted a poem, and someone who had arranged it early for the lord of Pingnan recorded it.

At least half of the people in the banquet did not write poems, so Shen Miaoge and Red Sleeves did not write poems, which did not attract much attention; The Mengxi sisters also reluctantly gave two poems: it's not that their sisters are talentless, but they are not in the mood to write poems at the moment.

After everyone finished the poem, they tasted it again, and it was naturally the first poem to push the county lord of the south.

Judging from the red sleeves, although the poems of the county lord of Pingnan cannot be regarded as the best, they are also good: even if they can't be the leader, they must be in the forefront.

The county lord of Pingnan didn't seem to notice that Shen Miaoge and Red Sleeves didn't write poems, and they came up with the topic to play with everyone impromptu poems: in the poems, everyone in the Shen family slowly let go, and there began to be laughter in the house.

After doing about three or four poems like this, the county lord of Pingnan suddenly looked at Shen Miaoge: "Hey, my cousin doesn't seem to have done a single poem?" Everyone is happy that cousin don't spoil the fun, how about making a song? ”

Shen Miaoge got up and arched his hand: "The county lord forgive me, the minister is really not long here." "There was a seal of shadow in him, so he called himself a vassal.

The county lord of Pingnan smiled and said: "It's just playing, which of us is better at poetry and articles?" I'm afraid I'll be laughed at when I say it, so why should my cousin be too humble? ”

Shen Miaoge raised his head and glanced at the county lord of Pingnan fixedly: "The minister really doesn't dare to be ugly." ”

The county lord of Pingnan still smiled softly: "Cousin is too humble; Who in a family like us can't make two poems? Naturally, we can't talk about whether it's good or bad, but it's just that we're idle to do it, cousin still don't shirk it, hurry up and chant it for everyone to evaluate - it's up to everyone to say whether it's good or bad. ”

Since she entered the Shen Mansion, she has never been stronger than anyone in her work, and she is also very polite and knows how to behave; What she is doing now is a little different from what she usually does; But she didn't seem to notice, or did she do it on purpose? Redsleeves' eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Meng Xi believed her guess even more, and she quietly looked at the county lord of Pingnan unhappily: Doesn't the county lord know that if she acts too much, she will be sent back to Concubine De by the Shen Mansion?

However, based on the current situation, the Shen Mansion would not send her back.

Shen Miaoge decided: "Then ——, ministers are better than obeying their orders." "When he spoke to the lord of Pingnan, he always greeted him with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister: he showed twelve points of life.

The county lord of Pingnan didn't seem to be aware of it, smiled and waved his hand lightly, and there was already a girl behind him who stepped forward and opened a silk banner in her hand, with words on it: Naturally it is the title of the poem; The county lord has always been prepared.

The county lord of Pingnan glanced at the banner, as if explaining to Shen Miaoge, and said: "This is what I have prepared a long time ago, and when I was preparing to write a poem, I finally used this title to evaluate the best poem, and that thing can be regarded as a color head." ”

As she spoke, another girl stepped forward, holding a vermilion wooden tea-tray in her hand; Remove the large red brocade on the tea tray and place a fan on it.

There is naturally nothing unusual about the fan, but the fan is the authentic handiwork of the calligraphy and painting master who has long passed away! Fortunately, the Shen family's tutoring is good, and no one is moved by this, and no one says that they want to fight for it.

The county lord of Pingnan smiled: "Caitou is just for fun, it's not worth anything; Now let's start making poetry. ”

Although no one is going to compete for that fan, but with the color head, the interest of the poet is much higher; Lord Pingnan turned his head: "Sleeve girl, can I see your poem in a while?" ”

Red Sleeves got up and just wanted to reply, but Shen Miaoge had already said: "County Lord, let Sleeves come over to polish ink for me, I'm used to thinking while writing, I'm not used to chanting sentence by sentence, and I ask the county lord to forgive me; After a while, the poem I wrote was considered to be the work of the two of us. ”

He had never seen Red Sleeves write poems and lyrics, but he would see her dancing with sticks every day, so he spoke out to relieve her; Although saying so is equivalent to admitting that Red Sleeves can't write poetry, but a woman's lack of talent is virtue, and it is not a deficiency of Red Sleeves; What's more, he just took this opportunity to show his heart to the county lord of Pingnan.

The county lord of Pingnan's expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to hear anything in Shen Miaoge's words; She smiled, "Okay." It's just that if the cousin's poems are on par with others, the cousin will be counted as losing. ”

Shen Miaoge agreed and did not object: winning or losing is not very important, as long as it is not too bad.

Mengxi got up and said as if playfully: "I just wrote two poems and I'm exhausted, I'll also go over and see Qi'er write poems." She walked to Shen Miaoge's table with Red Sleeves - she was afraid that Red Sleeves would be embarrassed by herself.

The county lord of Pingnan did not speak again, and the hall was silent for a while: everyone was meditating. After a while, the hall was bustling with people, some chanting, some writing, and some revising.

Red Sleeves whispered, "Shall we win?" ”

Shen Miaoge shook his head and said: "Even if you want to win, I don't have that talent, and this kind of limelight is not out." Mengxi nodded again and again: "Don't win, don't win." "She didn't want to have an extra county lord's brother and daughter-in-law.

Red Sleeves smiled when he heard this, but he just grinded the ink and didn't speak again.

In a short time, those who can make poetry are finished; Shen Miaoge asked the girl on the side to serve her poems to the table where the poet was recorded.

After tasting and commenting, Shen Miaoge's poems naturally fell behind, but his words made the eyes of the county lord of Pingnan light up: Very good words, very stylish!

The fan naturally had a winner, and it should have been dispersed here, but a grandmother next to the county lord suddenly said: "The little marquis is a talent, and he writes well; Seeing that the girl with sleeves is also heroic, and she is so temperamental with the little marquis, she should have a good literary style, right? ”

The county lord of Pingnan turned around and scolded the grandmother twice, and then turned around and smiled and said a few words of apology to the red-sleeved Shen Miaoge.

Everyone knows that the red sleeves are still martial, so that grandma is heroic! Everything she said sounded good, but in fact, she was implying that she was a little unworthy of Shen Miaoge: a talented woman - red sleeves is really not a beauty.

A hint of anger flashed in Shen Miaoge's eyes, but the red sleeves scrambled to bless him before he could speak: "This grandmother is right. The essay is collected, and the sleeves are really not good at writing, but they can still see it with a sword. "There are some things that she has to deal with by herself to end the trouble.

The county lord of Pingnan was very happy when he heard this: "I have long heard that the girl with sleeves is a tiger girl, and I want to open my eyes today." ”

There is a saying that when you marry a wife, you should marry a virtuous woman, and the tiger girl is not a virtuous woman no matter how she listens.

Red Sleeves didn't care at all when he heard it: the county lord of Pingnan ruined his marriage when Shen Miaoge's life was dying, which was really unvirtuous; And she doesn't need to say anything about it, everyone here understands it.

Of course, the county lord of Pingnan did not use the tiger girl with red sleeves to line her virtuousness: of course she knew that the Shen family did not see her as a virtuous woman at all. She just wanted people to know that Redsleeves wasn't a virtuous woman.

"Since the county lord is happy to see the folk girl dance the sword today, then the folk girl will dance to cheer the county lord." Red Sleeves agreed.

She turned back and commanded, "Send me my sword." Then he fastened his sleeves.

The county lord of Pingnan responded with a smile: "I am so happy today, I have not been so happy for many years; If it weren't for my poor health, I would have invited all my brothers and sisters to come and get together. ”

Red sleeves responded to her, and everyone in the Shen family also responded in vain: if she wasn't the lord of the county, if what she did wasn't for people to catch anything, the people of the Shen family would have gotten up and thrown their sleeves and left-Red Sleeves is now the daughter-in-law of the Shen family.

Shen Miaoge didn't speak again since Red Sleeves spoke: he and Red Sleeves have been together for a long time, so he naturally understands her and knows that she is not a person who is bullied.

As she spoke, Yunxiang had already taken the long sword of the red sleeves, and as soon as the red sleeves pulled out the sword, the two girls beside the county lord stepped forward and shouted softly: Some guards immediately poured in outside.

The county lord of Pingnan hurriedly repelled the guards and reprimanded the two girls before speaking to Red Sleeves and expressing her apologies.

Red Sleeves smiled and hugged his fists and said, "It's okay, as long as the county lord doesn't blame the people's daughter." The county lord of Pingnan said a few more polite words, and then asked the red sleeve to dance the sword.

The red sleeves were very crisp, and after bending down and clenching his fists, he danced and chanted: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ……”

Her dancing sword technique was not an ornamental sword technique, and the sword was an extremely good weapon, so the murderous aura of Sen Sen was permeated in the Dao Dao sword light, which made all the people in the hall feel a kind of coldness: cold to the bones.

When she chanted "kill one person in ten steps", she used several killers one after another, and the sword light was even brighter by three points, and the murderous aura was naturally three points stronger!

The gentle smile that the county lord of Pingnan had been hanging on his face was gone, replaced by fear: for the first time in her life, she knew the word fear, and she was really afraid.

Poetry is naturally good poetry, but no one applauds poetry: the cooperation of poetry and swordsmanship frightened almost everyone in the hall.

When Red Sleeves closed up and stood up to salute, everyone in the hall was still stunned, only Shen Miaoge was awake, looking at Red Sleeves with bright eyes: he believed that Red Sleeves would not hurt him.

Red Sleeves' words were still the same respectful and polite: "I don't know if the county lord can still see it?" ”