"Miss, Miss...."

In the backyard of Zhou's mansion, a petite pale green figure hurried towards the lakeside pavilion with small steps of broken flowers, stepping on the cobblestone path.

In her hand, she is holding an origami paper, and if you unfold it, you will find that what is written on the paper is the "Bamboo and Stone" made by Han Fu.

"Miss, take a look." The bottle put the origami on the stone table and said to the girl who was sitting quietly and reading poetry.

This girl is Zhou Xinyi's niece Baili Mingsu, who was seventeen years old at the time.

She has a delicate melon seed face, picturesque eyebrows, skin like condensation, and what she looks forward to is not the beauty that a girl should have, but seems to be full of wisdom.

Dressed in white, covered with light veil, on the stone table in front of him was a poem written by everyone outside the house.

Of course, it is not just any song that can be passed on to her, but at least at the middle level.

There are a total of seventeen sheets of paper, six of which record Qin Weiren's poems, three of which are Liu Shilin's poems, and the remaining eight are eight poems, but they are selected from hundreds of climbers.

Such a number is to be expected.

Liu Shilin's poetry talent is well-known all over the world, but after all, it is an improvisational poem and an impromptu performance, and it is rare to be able to make two middle and one medium poem, which is worthy of his name.

More than 100 people selected eight songs, which is also reasonable.

As for Qin Weiren's six poems... It is not surprising that many famous people were gathered before March and prepared in secret.

"Another good song? Looking at your situation, I guess it wasn't Qin Weiren's doing, and someone else was on the band? Or is it Liu Shilin's fourth song? Baili Mingsu opened his mouth unhurriedly, his voice was tactful, and he seemed to be in a state of mind like a pearl of wisdom.

"It's not the second son of Qin, it's not Liu Shilin, Liu Shilin admits defeat." Bottle hurriedly said.

Bottle'er is fifteen years old this year, and she is a personal maid who grew up with Baili Mingsu, with fair skin on her goose egg face and faint eyebrows.

She was only slightly surprised when she saw Baili Mingsu, so she showed a calm look, and she really looked like this. had no choice but to continue: "It's him, the man who has a marriage contract with General Qin. He boarded, it is said that no one was optimistic about it, who knew that without thinking, it was a masterpiece when he opened his mouth, and the people outside were stunned. ”

"Oh?" Baili Ming Su Dai raised her eyebrows lightly, and then became interested, picked up the origami and unfolded it, and read it carefully.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax... Ren'er southeast and northwest wind..."

Reading and reading, the feeling of astonishment gradually appeared on Baili Mingsu's delicate face, and he closed his eyes and savored it for a moment, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Such a masterpiece should be handed down to the world." ”

"What, a masterpiece?" The bottle was shocked, and its small mouth opened as if it could stuff an egg into it.

What is the concept of inheritance?

In the world's perception, poetry is graded.

Lower, middle, upper, hand-me-down... Among them, there are subdivisions of middle and lower, middle and upper.

And none of today's many poems can be handed down, even Qin Weiren prepared three months in advance.

This shows how rare and rare a masterpiece is...

But what did she hear?

In her heart, the young lady, who has always been worshiped as a god, actually praised this poem enough to pass on to the world.

This...

"Hmm." Baili Mingsu nodded, replied with affirmation, immediately thought of something, turned his head and asked, "You just said that he didn't think about it and blurted it out?" ”

"That's what Zhou understands." Bottle said.

Zhou understands, a servant of the Zhou Mansion, the successor of the next generation of housekeepers, who has been sensible and discerning since he was a child, and was given the name Zhou Understand.

Today, he was recruited by Baili Mingsu to deliver poems for her.

Hearing this, Baili Mingsu lost his mind slightly.

A casual chant is a masterpiece, and there are only two possibilities.

This person's poetry is astonishing, and even Liu Shilin is inferior to him. Or the person was lucky enough to make it by chance.

But... Baili Mingsu doesn't believe in luck, she would rather believe that Han Fu is a poet immortal.

But if this is the case, wouldn't the next six poems be easy for him?

There is no need for the first song to be handed down, as long as the last six songs are equivalent to Qin Weiren's, then... And he won.

And the price that Baili Ming has to pay is to marry him!

But if that's the case, wouldn't all the previous preparations and all the plans be turned into a dream bubble and shattered?

Baili Mingsu, who thinks he has no last resort, this time for the future of the Zhou family, he counted all his marriage events, but he was going to make a mistake?

It was difficult for her to accept, even if she was also indifferent to Qin Weiren, but marrying the Qin family would at least allow her to see the hope of the Zhou family in the future trend.

For today, she came up with this plan three months ago, and even did not hesitate to take herself, if there was an accident.... Thyme's head was empty for a while.

As for why the marriage has to be so fancy, and it is necessary to engage in a swing to recruit relatives?

All this originated from the one in the palace.

The one who didn't want to see the marriage of the Qin and Zhou families just never made a clear statement.

Of course, he didn't want to see any of the two nobles marrying and forming a strong alliance.

After the failure of the first personal expedition to Dongli, that one intentionally or unintentionally suppressed Xungui.

Taking advantage of the wind of Emperor Xiaokang, the nobles who did not deal with the Zhou and Qin families would naturally get in the way.

Swinging to recruit relatives and trying poetry is just a helpless move.

And Emperor Xiaokang and many nobles, even if they wanted to stop it, they had no way.

In Baili Mingsu's view, poetry is just a disease-free and slightly talented path. The avenue in her heart is a genius who strategizes and governs the country.

Although she is a woman, she has the ambition of a man.

"No, although poetry is a small way, it also depends on talent after all. Seven questions and seven poems, even if the poet is immortal, it is impossible...."Baili Mingsu thought so, but thought of another thing.

Yesterday, under the mission of the ghost, she found her brother Baili Mingda and started a hexagram.

Baili brothers and sisters, adopted by their uncle Zhou Xinyi since childhood, one is good at hexagrams, and the other is good at plotting.

After the divination, Baili Mingda said with certainty: "The hexagram is auspicious, my sister can rest assured that everything will be smooth tomorrow." ”

After getting the reply, Thyme Mingsu was slightly flustered.

Up and down the Zhou Mansion, as we all know, the young master of Baili has always counted all the hexagrams...

What is a hexagram?

It is the end result of reality, which is the opposite of the hexagram.

The end is so magical, after Baili Mingda is obsessed with divination, he has not been allowed once.

Later, Bai Li Mingsu repeatedly scrutinized, thinking that there was no mistake, and I was still thinking at the time, as a younger sister, I might finally let my brother approve it once...

Can... Now it seems that in this invisible clash between brother and sister, she is going to lose?

No, it won't... Bai Li Mingsu shook his head and suppressed his panic.

She has heard a little about that young man, no teacher, no family.... In short, it is not strong, and it will be useless in the future of the Zhou family, if he wins, then all these plans are not bamboo baskets to draw water.... Lost yourself again?

Although I put myself in it at first, but...

Thinking of this, Baili Mingsu instructed: "Go, see how his second poem is." ”

"I'll go." The bottle did not delay, turned and trotted away.

After a while, the bottle went and returned, and handed the origami paper in his hand to Thyme Mingsu.

Baili Mingsu was apprehensive, opened the origami, and looked at it carefully.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance..."

"It's... It's a masterpiece again..."

Baili Mingsu lost his mind, and the paper in his hand slipped down gently.

At the same time, outside the Zhou Mansion, Han Fu slowly chanted the third poem under the stunned gaze of everyone.