The young voice is warm and warm, and the heart is loud and swaying.

Everyone in the room looked over.

I saw the person at the head, Long Zhang Fengzi, with an extraordinary bearing, a cold smile between his eyebrows, giving people the feeling of only daring to watch from a distance and not daring to blaspheme.

Such a handsome son, if it is not Tang Zhuoyu, who else can it be?

As soon as Lu Wenmei saw him, her eyes were stupid.

She has only admired him from afar at a few poetry meetings.

Now that she was so close to each other, her heart was like a deer, and she was about to jump out of her chest.

Such a wonderful man, she will soon marry him.

Those who once looked down on her, even if they were jealous and resentful of her, would look up to her and envy her in the future.

Thinking that there would be a day, she was even more determined, and she would rely on him today.

Her eyes were bright, and she took two steps towards him, her veil fluttering, adding to the charm.

She wiped tears from her fingertips and slurped her mouth.

"This poem is given to Mei'er by Gongzi, did Gongzi forget, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, you fought poems with all the talented people on the bank of the Taoxi River, you took advantage of everyone's inattention, wrote this poem, and when you handed it to Mei'er, say everything you want to say, all the words you want to say are in this poem, let Mei'er keep it well, and when you are named on the gold list, it will be the day when you go to my house to propose marriage."

"On that day, Mei'er will never forget it in her life, do you want to bear Mei'er, son?"

Tang Li looked at her as a little white flower, and he was angry in his heart, and when he was about to step forward to expose their conspiracy, he was stopped by the eldest brother raising his hand.

Tang Zhuoyu looked at Lu Wenmei and said with a light smile: "This girl, not to mention knowing you, I have never seen you before." ”

"On the day of the poem on the bank of the Taoxi River, there was something wrong with the Guozijian, but he didn't show up, could it be that the black light was blind, and the girl recognized the wrong person?"

Lu Wenmei's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Guozijian belongs to closed teaching, and he only takes a break once in half a month or a month, and in order to be able to match the time, she also specially inquired about his itinerary.

But they didn't want him to say that he was not there that day.

When Mrs. Lu saw her daughter's flustered look, she knew that she was about to show her stuffing, she immediately stepped forward and turned the tide and said: "Eldest prince, if you don't want to admit this, just say it, don't make excuses, our Lu family is small, not as powerful as your Tang family, but our Lu family is not easy to bully." ”

"We take care of your face and come to you to discuss in private, if you deceive people too much, then you have to tear your face and go to court, we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, unless you can cover the sky with one hand, then we deserve to admit it."

Tang Li was amazed when he watched it from the side, this Mrs. Lu has good acting skills, if she was born in modern times, she would also be an Academy Award winner.

No matter how much Mrs. Lu said, Tang Zhuoyu still smiled lightly.

"Is it the next sentence or that sentence, are you sure that the words above are from the hands of the below?"

Lu Wenmei bit her lip and said, "You wrote it." ”

Mrs. Lu heard that something was wrong, and she said cautiously: "What do you mean by the eldest prince?" ”

Tang Zhuoyu called: "Golden wind." ”

Jin Feng immediately presented a book of poems: "This is the handwriting that my son-in-law practices on weekdays, you can compare the handwriting." ”

Lu Wenmei immediately put the poem and the book of poems on the table to compare.

One can only be called beautiful and fresh, but the other is a bone and a dragon.

"You lied, you didn't write this poem, so who wrote it?"

Tang Zhuoyu smiled and said: "Wang Caizi who specializes in helping people write letters in the east of the city." ”

Lu Wenmei's face stiffened, that poor scholar with a pockmarked face who didn't get into the exam for ten years?

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