So, Qin Xuanxuan put her hand into her arms and wanted to take out a certain piece of paper.

In the final analysis, although Xiao Yan has not yet returned to the vulgar and has not yet determined whether the marriage contract is valid, this does not mean that Qin Xuanxuan cannot help Xiao Yan correct his name.

Of course, in fact, Qin Xuanxuan himself didn't know that this little monk had slowly occupied an important position in his heart.

Qin Xuanxuan was about to put the paper in her arms with the poem "Will Enter the Wine" in front of Zhu Wenting, and said to her, this is the poem I wrote for the marriage of the father-in-law, which threw off Sun Gongzi more than a dozen streets, why should I be Sun Gongzi's concubine?

It's just that before Qin Xuanxuan could take out the note, there was a commotion from the painting boat on the other side.

"Sister Qin, look, look, is that Sun Gongzi?" Zhu Wenting pointed to a handsome boy on the painting boat with some excitement, and pulled the corner of Qin Xuanxuan and said.

"Well, it seems to be ......" Qin Xuanxuan had no choice but to put the half-stretched hand back into her arms.

"Looking at their liveliness, it seems that there are good words coming out, is it possible that Sun Gongzi wrote poems? Let's go over and take a look?" Zhu Wenting excitedly pulled Qin Xuanxuan and walked towards the painting boat.

Soon, the two of them came to the painting boat.

The four great talents of Jinshan are all there, and there are a few famous old Confucians, of course, talented and beautiful...... There are inevitably a few well-dressed ladies or famous prostitutes here......

It's just that as soon as they stepped onto the painting boat, they saw one of the talented people writing poetry seriously.

Other talents waited expectantly for new poems to appear.

As the brush continues to wander on the white rice paper, a poem jumps onto the paper:

Mid-Autumn Moon

The luminous light is full of clear waves, and the tip of the pen is silent and penetrates the heart.

In this life, I think about chasing the moon at night, when will we meet again in what month and year?

Composer: Zhao Qianming.

The talented man looked at the handwriting on the paper, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's ugly, everyone, please give me a lot of advice." ”

"Brother Zhao's words are too modest...... But this poem ...... It deserves to be one of the four talents...... Wonderful......" someone hurriedly praised.

"Well, borrowing the moon to reminisce, where is the beauty...... Good poems are starting to come out tonight...... Hahaha...... The artistic conception is very good, I admire it! I am ashamed, I am ashamed of myself......" Sun Limin, the head of the four talents, couldn't help but nod and praised.

"Well, it's not bad. A white-haired old man nodded.

It is said that this old man used to be a university scholar, but now he is old and voluntarily resigned and returned to his hometown.

There weren't many people who could really get his compliments tonight.

At this moment, Zhu Wenting stepped forward and saluted: "Sun Gongzi, all sons, old gentleman...... The little woman Zhu Wenting was polite. ”

Qin Xuanxuan followed behind and also saluted everyone.

When Sun Limin saw Qin Xuanxuan, he ignored Zhu Wenting in front of him, and immediately stepped forward to greet him: "Miss Qin, Xiaosheng is polite." ”

Zhu Wenting frowned, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but she calmed down and asked, "This Zhao Gongzi is so literate, just now I and Sister Qin heard the movement here from a long distance......

"Haha...... It's too much......" Although Zhao Qianming said this, his face was very proud.

After all, being able to win the hearts and praise of women is the purpose of these talents.

"Haha, since that's Yaxing,

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