"Well, although we have it at home, but where is that set in my grandfather, the baby is very, and it is easy not to take it out, I didn't expect to meet it here today, Brother Qian, we must win the first place today." Xu Yaru looked at the set of luminous cups, which was bound to win.

"Okay." Wan Qian also looked at Lin Hao provocatively when he heard this.

"Do you want it?" Lin Hao ignored Wan Qian, but turned his head to look at Rui Xue and asked.

"I think so, but I don't know how to write poetry." Rui Xue spread her hands, she really doesn't know how to compose poems, if she memorizes poems, she is afraid that she will memorize what this dynasty already has, after all, although this dynasty is not any dynasty in history that she knows, but the history before the Song Dynasty seems to be about the same, that is to say, she should not take out Tang poems to be ashamed.

But if she doesn't memorize Tang poems, she really hasn't memorized a few others.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll come." Hearing this, Lin Hao looked at Rui Xue and said with a meaningful smile, he didn't believe that this kid couldn't compose poetry, thinking that he was modest.

"Let's get started." The old man saw that everyone was a little impatient, so he nodded.

With the old man's order, a wine glass held by a lotus lamp floated to its feet with the current.

The water flow of this artificially dug river was very slow, and the lotus lantern floated less than ten meters before it stopped in front of a table.

There were a man and a woman sitting at the table, the man was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the woman was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Wow, cousin, draw lots." The girl exclaimed excitedly.

"Moshu took the sign holder to Song Gongzi." Seeing this, the old man smiled and said to the little scholar holding the sticker beside him.

The young man surnamed Song excitedly stretched out his hand and drew a lot, and the little scholar named Moshu glanced at it and shouted, "The seventeenth lot." ”

"Then ask Song Gongzi to make a five-character poem with the theme of the moon in the time of a stick of incense." The old man nodded when he heard this.

"Tsk, this kid is so lucky, this topic is too simple." Zhou Shaochong on the side said enviously, because everyone participates in this kind of competition, they will prepare a few poems before, and flowers and moons are often mentioned, and everyone must be prepared.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Lin Hao shook his head and said.

"I'm not in a hurry, anyway, the first one has nothing to do with me." Zhou Shaochong pouted.

Zhou Meng'er, who was on the side, had a bad face when she heard this, and pouted: "Big brother, I want that luminous cup." ”

"Ahem, you have to fight for it yourself, anyway, you should know how your eldest brother's writing is." Zhou Shaochong glanced at Zhou Meng'er when he heard this.

"I want to, but the cup has to stop in front of us." Zhou Meng'er looked at the Song Gongzi and pretended to be silent for a while, and immediately made a five-character poem and said helplessly.

Rui Xue's eyes flashed when she heard this, if she wanted to stop in front of someone, she actually had a way, of course, the cup had to pass by her.

After finishing the poem, the wine glass was pushed with a bamboo stick by the girl holding the lantern next to it, and then began to float slowly again.

Slowly, the lotus lantern carrying the wine glass was about to stop near the table of Wan Qian, Rui Xue suddenly pretended to raise her hand and scratch her head, but in fact, the wind swept away, and the lotus lantern that was about to stop slowly moved again.

"Ah, why did you blow it away?" Xu Yaru was excited, but how did she know that the lotus lamp shook and moved.

Seeing this, Lin Hao turned his head and looked at Rui Xue, and saw that she was sitting there upright, as if nothing had anything to do with her, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't believe that this was an accident, it must have something to do with the kid, but he was also happy.

"Hahaha, ten thousand dollars, God won't give you a chance." Lin Hao looked at the lotus lantern that had slowly stopped in front of his desk and laughed.