The little girl Lu Lingwei approached Lu Guogong after saluting Yan Shenggong, Lu Guogong looked at everyone and hurriedly said: "On poetry, regardless of people, the famous poetry review is here, you are all talented and beautiful, if there is a masterpiece can be written now, if the on-site creation is even better!" “

Lu Guogong waved his hand, and many maids cleaned up the snacks, wine glasses, and desserts on Miss Gongzi's table, and then pounced on the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Lu Guogong seemed unwilling to show his deceptive and slanderous appearance beside his daughter, and asked with a loving and concerned face: "Little guy, didn't you stay well, it's dark outside and you catch a cold!" ”

He patted his daughter and signaled to the maid.

"I always stay in the house to read books and play the piano, it's boring, Ling Wei also wants to come out to play, it's so lively today, I also want to see the poems written by my brothers and sisters!" Lu Lingwei said and walked towards the table of the children of the scholar clan...

Lu Guogong stepped forward and grabbed Lu Lingwei, and said very gently: "Weiwei, don't disturb them to write poems and essays!" Don't you hear it there, there are good works that can be recited... Someone will send it to you..."

Lu Lingwei pouted, she seemed to be a little aggrieved, which made people feel pity, but she could also see that Lu Lingwei was a very obedient child, and moved back silently.

Lu Lingfeng on the side couldn't bear it, "Dad, the wind is not strong at this time, it's rare to have a lively house, just let my sister take a look!" ”

Lu Guogong saluted the elders of the Jiaoxi, Confucius, and scholars who participated in the meeting, and also bowed his hand to the scholars, "The little girl is young, I hope you don't care!" ”

Lu Lingwei was full of smiles, even her eyes and dimples were smiling, she was very careful to approach her sister who was writing poems, someone wrote a few sentences generously, and some people were thinking hard and meditating.

It wasn't until he walked to the side of the imperial grandson Ji Wuchi that he saw him writing a good poem unfolding, and suddenly praised it, "Good poem!" ”

Ji Wuchi smiled and blossomed, "Sister, you really have vision, hum hahahaha!" ”

Ji Wuchi was as proud as a rooster.

Lu Lingwei looked at Ji Wuchi and scratched her head, and suddenly said softly: "You...... You...... Elder brother? “

Ji Wuchi made a shushing gesture.

Lu Lingwei stuck out her tongue, saw Jiang Mo's side again, and couldn't help but make another sound, and asked in a coquettish voice, "What are you doing?" “

Jiang Mo is sketching Lu Lingwei with a homemade charcoal, although Jiang Mo writes ugly, but he is a good hand at painting and drawing, he also learned to sketch when he was a child, and there is no big problem with outlining Lu Lingwei's cute and playful with a few brushstrokes.

And this era is all ink painting, seeing such a novelty made Lu Lingwei freeze.

Jiang Mo drew a good hand, and directly handed the paper to Lu Lingwei, "I've sent it to you!" “

Lu Lingwei pointed at herself, "Aren't you writing poems, why did you send them to me...... Draw? ”

Jiang Mo asked very gently, "Do you just say you like it?" ”

"Curious, I like it!" Lu Lingwei's little face was crimson, and her love was written on her crooked eyes.

At this time, Lu Lingfeng, who was laughing, suddenly ran over, protected his sister, and scolded Jiang Mo angrily: "What are you doing? ”

Jiang Moru smiled like a spring breeze: "It's nothing, I drew a picture and gave it to the little county lord...... That's it."

Lu Lingfeng turned around suddenly, snatched the painting from Lu Lingwei's hand, tore it up directly and threw it on Jiang Mo's table, "Write your poems well, don't have any ideas!" ”

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ji Wuchi immediately stood up to defend Jiang Mo.

Lu Lingfeng just snorted angrily, pulled his sister and walked away, as if he also knew that Ji Wuchi's identity was inconvenient, or he just obeyed his father's words.

But in this turmoil, Lu Guogong's face turned pale, he was not only worried about his daughter and angry at Jiang Mo's behavior, but also worried that his son would cause trouble.

The two left, and Lu Guogong took a long breath, which caused a lot of commotion.

Lu Lingwei glanced at Jiang Mo with teary eyes, and was taken away by her brother.

The maid gave Jiang Mo a few pieces of rice paper again.

Jiang Mo sighed, secretly slandered himself for missing a good opportunity to get acquainted, and casually redrew a picture of Lu Lingwei on the paper when she left and turned her head.

But while painting, he suddenly noticed that the little county lord who was sent back to the room, seeing his brother walking away, sneaked out again, Jiang Mo smiled slightly, and the opportunity came.

He took a brush and wrote a few lines on the paper, put away the redrawn drawing, and said to Ji Wuchi, "I have to go to Gong, I'll leave it to you here."

Ji Wuchi frowned, "What are you doing, you have diarrhea, haven't you been there once?" ”

Jiang Mo smiled and bowed to the elders.

And Li Cong and Wang Yiming saw that Jiang Mo was about to leave, the two looked at each other and smiled, Li Cong suddenly stretched out a kick to make it bad, making Jiang Mo suddenly stumble and fall in the direction of Wang Yiming.

And when Wang Yiming saw that Jiang Mo was just stumbling a few steps in front of him and was about to stop, Wang Yiming suddenly threw away the pen to pick it up, and then with his body, Jiang Mo fell out of Wang Yiming's body.

And Wang Yiming sat on the edge of the curtain, looking at the girls next door from time to time.

Jiang Mo subconsciously grabbed the gauze curtain, and the whole curtain of more than ten meters was torn off by Jiang Mo, and he almost pounced on Zheng Xiaofeng, who was also on the edge of the curtain, wearing a simple and simple long robe, wearing a light purple open gauze coat, holding a brush in his hand.

"Ah" Some aristocratic girls shouted, and the scholars led by Wang Yiming laughed wildly and whistled, making the scene chaotic for a while.

Jiang Mo fell in front of Zheng Xiaofeng, smiled at her, and said hello.

"Don't pay attention to any occasion," Zheng Xiaofeng frowned and warned, "Get up quickly!" ”

Jiang Mo immediately got up and apologized to the elders in front of him, "The student is reckless and accidentally trips, the student's fault!" ”

Yan Shenggong nodded, as if he didn't have any sense of blame.

Jiang Mo arched his hand and slowly retreated, until he withdrew from the cloister pavilion, and then glared at Wang Yiming, a man in his twenties who was still playing like this, Jiang Mo was too lazy to meet him in general.

It was getting dark, and some of the maids were just about to light the lanterns.

But the Lu Guogong Mansion is really big, most people are concentrated near the cloister pavilion, and the long corridor that Jiang Mo walked on seemed a little lonely and gloomy.

Suddenly, a maid walked towards Jiang Mo, lowered her head, but rushed straight towards Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo even deliberately stepped aside, but the maid still approached Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo suddenly had a bad premonition, and the maid seemed to be pulling something out of her cuff, which made Jiang Mo immediately think of a dagger in his mind, and came directly towards him......