Leng Ningjun waved his hands at Master Lin and explained respectfully: "Master Lin, this son's description sounds like just a simple sentence on the surface, but there is something in it. ”

Oh?

"Contemptible people are not talented, I went to study in the West for a month before, according to what I have seen and heard, just now this son used the rhetorical device of modern Western poetry, concisely and directly expressed his heart, expressing his love for mountains and rivers."

The corners of Flowerfoam's mouth twitched twice...... This man can really fool. Why do you want to help her speak? What the hell is he trying to do?

The people in the audience were frightened by the set of words of Western culture, but Master Lin was skeptical. After all, what Hua Mo said was like the level of a three-year-old child, but Leng Ningjun defended this person in public, he always had to leave a little thin face for the sake of other people's fathers, and it was difficult to refute: "Ahem, it's simple and clear, and it's not bad." Let's be next. ”

Leng Ningjun waved his fan indifferently and looked at the flower foam with a smile. Want to quit? It's not that easy, he can wait to keep watching the show.

had successfully created a rookie image, but now he was praised by him, she was almost angry, and glared at him viciously. Now we can only hope for No. 17 and No. 54, you have to come on, don't let my sister down!

Strangely, the remaining two stared at each other, bowed their heads, and refused to take a step forward.

"Why don't you come first?" Seeing that no one answered again, the old housekeeper decided to alleviate the embarrassment of the cold scene.

No. 17 sniffed: "I, I... I still have to think about ...... Think, give me a little bit all the time...... time. ”

"Childe doesn't have to be reluctant, let's be next." Although stammering is no big deal, it is always difficult to get into the elegant hall, and in the future, he still wants to take his son-in-law out to make friends with more officialdom and magnates. Master Lin raised his chin and signaled that the last finale could speak.

"I won't." Number 54 scratched his head embarrassedly, "I haven't read a book." My mother just said that she should dress rich today, but she didn't say that she had to prepare anything else. ”

It's over, it's over, it's like a king, it's bronze inside, and the flower foam even dilates her pupils unconsciously, and she has a hunch that she still can't escape this round.

Master Lin held his forehead speechlessly, even if he never expected that there would be someone who met his heart among the blind selections, but at least he was an ordinary normal person, right? In this way, we can better bring out the excellence of the two related households. The performance of the last two, no, the performance of the three, I am afraid that others will laugh at the eyes of the daughter of the Lin family for not being good.

Therefore, the risk of opening a blind box is still too great.

"Okay, I announce." Master Lin straightened his face and moved to the center of the stage, "No. 17 and No. 54 stopped in the second round, and the other four sons were selected for the next round!" ”

"In the third round, the skills are outstanding! The four sons will have a final competition to show their outstanding skills and specialties, and our young lady will choose a wishful husband from among them to tie the knot. The butler took the conversation conspicuously, and lit the incense. Now that you have half a penultimate time to burn incense, you can take a break, and for the sake of fairness, you must not leave the hall, and if necessary, you can order the minions to prepare the necessary items. ”

The people around him scattered, and Hua Mo also got off the stage, and lay on the table without moving.

"Come on, you, you, you want to be good...... Good table performance! Number 17 passed by and gently patted her on the left shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

"yes, a breath for us!" Number 54 passed by and gestured to her to make an upward gesture.

"Hehehe." Hua Mo thought to herself, isn't it thanks to the assistance of you pig teammates that my sister has ended up in such a field? Not to mention the specialty of being on the stage, she doesn't have even the talent to see people.

Leng Ningjun looked at her from a few meters away and smiled bitterly, oops, it's fun, it's really fun. Sensing a scorching gaze, the flower foam met his eyes, and he even made a mouth shape in triumph -

See, see, wait.

She clenched her fists, why did she provoke this mad dog and bite it?

Seeing that the incense was about to burn halfway, she turned her brain, untied her burden, and turned out the snail noodles that had made her avoid! Yes, since you can't run away, and you can't expect others to behave worse than yourself, then at present, you can only self-destruct your image and "stink" yourself.

"When the time comes, the final round is about to begin, please invite the four sons back to the stage."

"Huh, pretty boy—" Hua Mo hurriedly beckoned a little family to come over, "Please light a small stove for me later, and prepare a teapot and some hot water, uh...... And a pair of chopsticks, thank you. ”

After the explanation, the little family went to the kitchen to prepare things. Hua Mo resigned herself to the stage, and according to the instructions of the housekeeper, she drew the bamboo stick that appeared last, and could only stand next to Leng Ningjun reluctantly with a broken face.

Leng Ningjun crossed her arms and teased in a voice that only she could hear: "Looking forward to your performance, the future aunt of the Lin family." ”

Hua Mo glanced up at him, too lazy to pay attention.

At this time, the third son of the Shoufu family, who was ready to appear first, was already gearing up, and couldn't wait to do warm-up exercises, bending over, raising his legs, and moving his muscles and bones. He raised his chin to signal to the butler that he was ready.

"Round 3, it's officially started - on the props!"

At the sound of an order, the family members carried a rectangular table on the stage and put it in front of the third son. Before Hua Mo could see the things on the table, the third prince bowed his head suddenly, and the audience in the front row exclaimed.

"Wow, wow, iron head gong!"

"It's so fierce!"

"I think Lao Tzu would do this trick back then!"

The third prince raised his sleeve to wipe the watermelon juice on his forehead, without resting, and then his hand rose and fell, and several layers of thick bricks were split in half in an instant. Before the audience could continue to marvel, he drew his bow again without panting and shot an arrow in the direction of the door!

With a swipe on the ground, the red heart was hit, and the apple on the head of the attendant was pierced by an arrow!

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and the third prince neatly put down his bow, turned around and smiled arrogantly at the three of them, unreservedly, and obviously meant - what do you compare with me?

Hua Mo really didn't expect that in addition to archery, a beautiful young man would also know the hard kung fu of iron head skills and iron sand palms? This doesn't match his face!

"Vulgar." No. 8 spit out two words lightly, unimpressed. Are these street tricks embarrassed to show up? He passed by the third son, moved to the center of the stage, raised his hand slowly, and a little maid came to the stage and put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Spreading out the paper, calmly grinding the ink, and being silent for a while, he drew a few large words on the paper, and immediately turned away from the table after stopping his pen. The housekeeper stepped forward to take a look, lifted the paper and showed everyone the contents on it-

[Tranquility to the far-reaching].

Hua Mo couldn't help but snicker, what a No. 8, showing off his calligraphy level is not enough, and secretly poking and poking sarcastically sarcastically the third son just now was too noisy.

The vigorous and powerful strokes do vividly reveal the spirit of the literati, and others can't help but admire it, but who is Master Lin, can you not see another layer of intention under these words? He beckoned behind him, and a subordinate greeted him, and after whispering a few words, the subordinate walked out of the inn door.

"Okay, the next one, please Leng Gongzi." The housekeeper rolls up the paper and expertly moves on to the process below.

Leng Ningjun nodded in response, the fan was pinched to his waist, and the white robe was lifted under his legs, and he jumped out like a flying swallow.

Ah, it's light work again! Hua Mo had only watched it in TV series before, and although I had watched the live version several times in ancient times, I was still shocked every time I watched it, and I had to admire this Bai Impermanence for something.

He sometimes stopped on the pillar above the inn, and only between breaths switched to the railing of the different floors, his movements were light and silent, leaving no trace. flew a round, and he finally landed on a lantern in the middle, with a wave of his white sleeves, the pink petals of the moon season fluttered and fell, and the girls and young women in the audience were romanticized to faint.

"I want to marry Mr. Leng too!"

"Woo woo I don't care, I want to reconcile with that dead ghost at home!"

"Please, gods, please let my young lady choose Leng Gongzi as an official!"

Hua Mo sighed, everyone was really drunk and she woke up alone. This kind of trick of scattering flowers by a heavenly girl, which wedding planning company can't think of it in modern times? Fortunately, my sister has seen the big scene, otherwise she would be fascinated like them.

After sprinkling the flowers, Leng Ningjun easily jumped back to the stage. I thought that she would be like other women, and she would cast a loving gaze, but what was waiting for him was only a calm and calm look.

Don't seem to like the style? Leng Ningjun squinted his gray eyes, it was good, different, and challenging.

"Please be calm and calm, little ladies, and take care of yourself! Now for the last one, the Straw Hat Boy, to appear! As soon as the words fell, the props that Hua Mo had explained earlier had already been placed on the ground.

She stepped forward and put the teapot on the small red clay stove, and when the hot water in the pot boiled, she tore open the package and put in the rice noodles.

The ancient crowd stood on tiptoe and watched curiously as she tore open the large packets of spices and added them to the pot in turn, but they said they couldn't understand it. What kind of skill is this? Can you still cook a flower?

Master Lin shook his head angrily, and simply closed his eyes and rested, anyway, he was just using this straw hat to make up the numbers. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyelids closed for a few seconds, he was so smoked by a burst of stench that he sneezed twice in a row, and even the people in the audience sneezed one after another.

What does it smell like? Stinks worse than stinky tofu!

The person closest to the source of the smell is so smoked that his eyes can't open it. Even through the face towel, she still has to secretly breathe through her mouth, and her hands keep stirring the "work" in the pot all the time, so that the smell can disperse as far as possible. I chattered in my heart, it's just stinky, see which of you dares to choose such a stinky man as a husband!

Although I have already seen Master Lin's disgusting appearance, just in case, I have acted to this extent, and I don't mind doing a full set of acts. She endured the nausea and scooped up a chopstick, and after blowing twice, she sent it directly to her mouth, pretending to chew it intoxicated.

Now, she was completely sour, and from the inside out, there was a sour smell lingering.

The housekeeper covered his nose with a handkerchief and reluctantly went to the stage for an interview: "Childe, dare to ask what kind of famous hall you are cooking?" ”

"I'm good at cooking, and this is my hometown delicacy snail noodles." The foam pressed his throat, responded in a rough voice, and picked up a chopstick and handed it forward, "Smell the smell, eat it fragrant, come, you can taste it too." ”

"Childe, stop, stop." The housekeeper thought that he had lived for decades, and it was the first time he had suffered this crime, "Your kindness is appreciated by the old slave, but the doctor said that I have high blood sugar and avoid pasta, I am afraid that I will not be blessed." ”

"It's a pity." Flowerfoam put down her chopsticks as she snickered and walked back to where she was. Well, this excuse is very scientifically based, let him go.

Leng Ningjun is waving a fan to get rid of the smell, it turns out that the interesting girl is so heavy-tasted? The butler beckoned his subordinates to hurry up and take things away, and opened the doors of the inn on all sides for ventilation.

With a "squeak", the door of Miss Lin's room on the second floor opened again.