"Miss... Oops..."

With four pieces of paper in one hand and a skirt in the other, the bottle trotted all the way through the backyard.

But the cobblestone path was not smooth, and if you didn't pay attention, you stumbled, and only three or four steps forward could you stabilize your figure.

"It's okay," she patted her slightly bulging chest in fear, and then carefully watched her feet.

"Look at the road." Baili Mingsu waited by the pavilion, and when the bottle came closer, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly, and then stared at the paper in the bottle's hand, and asked, "Is it all done by him?" ”

He, except for Han Fu, has nothing else to say.

"Hmm." The bottle handed the paper to Baili Mingsu, showed a sad face, and said, "Miss, Qin Gongzi seems to have lost." ”

Regarding the plan of Baili Mingsu, as a personal maid, the bottle is clear.

Now there is a Han Fu, who has ruined the layout of the young lady, and the bottle is worried about it.

There is no need for the bottle to say this, since seeing the figure of the bottle hurrying with four pieces of paper in his hand, Baili Mingsu has already guessed the ending.

The first two songs are handed down.

And these four songs can be transmitted here, and the worst is also medium.

Such six poems, compared with Qin Weiren, have the upper hand.

Therefore, even if Han Fu's seventh song is only inferior, it doesn't have to be too amazing, it is still a sure win.

But deep down, I was still too curious, and after taking the paper, I moved to the stone table and sat down, and studied them one by one.

"Platinum for green pine... Late at night, I smuggle a good voice..."

The third song is decent, but its idea is clear, and it can be called a superior work.

Baili Mingsu glanced at the poem for a moment, then set it aside and looked at the second piece of paper, the fourth poem belonging to Han Fu.

She couldn't help but chant softly: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break... Amorous parting since ancient times... And with whom..."

Reading and reading, Baili Mingsu showed a little distraction, and when the whole poem was finished, he was actually in a trance.

Or feel something, or be touched by the artistic conception in the words, in short... A small ripple rippled in her calm heart, but it soon calmed down.

And she also defined the word: heirloom!

It's handed down again, is this person a demon, three of the four poems are handed down and one is superior.... The corners of Baili Mingsu's mouth were bitter, and he knew that Qin Weiren, who had prepared three months in advance, not only lost, but also lost in a mess.

Not only did Qin Weiren lose, but even she lost.

Including the Zhou family, the Qin family... The participants in this plot all lost.

The one who loses the most completely is the Qin family... lost a good son-in-law, and was unable to marry the Zhou family.

Thyme Mingsu also thought of this.

Can...

Even if you are clever, you can't count it as a person like Han Fu who is a poet and rebels against the sky.

She didn't think it was her own negligence, and the appearance of such a poetic immortal-like character would not exist in all expectations.

I think it's all providence, or is my brother's hexagram a spirit?

Thinking of this, she felt resentful... I took the wrong medicine, so I had to go to my brother to make a hexagram.

After losing his mind, Baili Mingsu took a deep breath to calm his inner emotions, and then looked at the next poem.

"Don't laugh at the farmer's wine... Another village... The cane knocks at the door all the time and night..."

"Another village..."

"Another village..."

Baili Mingsu muttered this sentence repeatedly, his bright eyes flashed with wisdom, and he said to himself: "Is he talking to me?" But where is this a willow and a flower, and what can be decided by being full of poetry..."

God is pitiful, Han Fu is purely plagiarizing poetry, and there is no meaning mixed in with it.

With a smile, Baili Mingsu realized that he was thinking too much. She and Han Fu have never met, how could the other party talk to her through poetry.

But this poem... Before last!

Song 6.

Bai Li Mingsu put aside all distractions and looked at the last piece of paper.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a long time..."

Quiescence!

When she finished reading these words, the lakeside pavilion fell silent, only the rustle of flowers and trees carried by the golden wind came, but it could not blow the silence here.

"Miss...", the bottle couldn't help but worry, breaking the silence.

"It's okay..."Baili Mingsu smiled, but his heart was uneasy.

As for why it's so hard to flat... Is it that the mechanism is not as good as the sky, or is about to marry Han Fu, who was unknown before but is a blockbuster today, or the curse of his brother's hexagram...

Unknown.

Then, she put away the six poems that belonged to Han Fu alone, got up and walked towards the path on the other side of the garden.

The backyard of the Zhou Mansion, an independent courtyard.

In the main room, Baili Mingda, who was slightly chubby and had a white face, was holding a hexagram book and was obsessed with it.

Today, my sister Baili Mingsu is playing to recruit relatives, and there are many cats, but the two Zhou and Qin families have conspired for a long time and gone through the motions.

His sister gave up his own happiness for the sake of the Zhou family, he felt ashamed, and there was no other way than to make up for the hexagram book and make himself better.

Sister, don't worry, my brother will protect you in the future... This is an obsession from Baili Mingda's heart.

As for whether there will be an accident in recruiting relatives today, he is not worried.

Because before the swing, he made a hexagram.

Hexagram Daji: Everything goes well!

It's never been accurate before, but this time there will be no mistakes.

Because, just the day before yesterday, his hexagram skills were refined, and it was a huge improvement in the span, and Baili Mingda was full of confidence.

Thinking of this, he smiled pleasantly.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, and Baili Mingsu walked in, followed by the little maid Bottle.

"Didn't my brother say that it was smooth sailing to recruit relatives today?" Baili Mingsu put a pile of paper in front of Baili Mingda and sighed faintly.

"That's nature." Baili Mingda couldn't help but be proud, looked at the paper with obvious ink, and said with a smile: "This is all prepared by Qin Weiren in advance..."

Suddenly, he paused, and finally realized that his sister's tone was wrong, and then looked at Baili Mingsu's calm face, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Something happened?" ”

"As my brother expected, something happened."

"Impossible, impossible..."Baili Mingda was quite angry, and said, "My hexagram is obviously ..."

He thought of his past hexagrams, and said, "But my hexagram is obviously diligent, how can it be?" ”

Baili Mingsu ignored Baili Mingda's questioning and said: "His name is Han Fu, and he had a marriage contract with Qin Zhaoning before, but the Qin family is powerful, bullied him, and broke the contract strongly. Today's Deck... Even if only six of the seven questions were done, Qin Weiren would have lost completely. ”

"Then didn't this Qin family lift a stone and hit themselves in the foot..."Baili Mingda looked strange, and then became puzzled again.

Looking at his sister's unsmiling face, he suddenly said, "You're lying to me." ”

Baili Mingsu was stunned, I don't know why.

"The Qin family is so miserable, how can there be such a coincidence in the world, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao should not be so fast, you must be making fun of me." Baili Mingda said conclusively, got up and ran out of the room, and the words continued: "Against you, you dare to make fun of your brother." ”

Actually, he is a little flustered now, and wants to stay away from his sister and see if it is true by the way.

Baili Mingsu looked at the empty door in a daze, and the back of his brother gradually disappearing.

"Miss, what about us?" Bottle asked.

"Let's go check it out, too." Baili Mingsu said abruptly, walked out of the room without hurry, and followed the path of Baili Mingda's departure.

Baili Mingda trotted all the way, his slightly chubby body made him gasp, and when he reached the front yard, he saw the closed door of the house, and the ladder leaning against the wall next to it.

Turning around, he ran to the ladder, climbed up with his head, and poked his head over the courtyard wall, revealing the scene in the ring.

In between breaths, he fixed his gaze on Han Fu.

At this moment, Han Fu is reciting the seventh poem "Self-deprecation".

Han Fu's face came into view, Baili Mingda stared at Xu Xuan, his eyes opened instantly, and he muttered in disbelief: "How could it be... No way, I must have read it wrong. ”

After saying that, he carefully watched a few more breaths, and his expression became more and more solemn, and even his body trembled slightly from the beating heart.

It's as if I've seen a great horror, and it's hard to control myself.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

He was stunned and repeated the words.