Seeing Qin Lang standing up, Shui Ruhua couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and stepped forward with a smile to greet her: "Dare to ask what this son is called, can you bring your own poems?"

She naturally recognized Qin Lang, but the others present may not recognize her.

Therefore, this inquiry was not only asked for others, but also deliberately pretended not to know Qin Lang, lest Qin Lang really win the poetry meeting and be said to be a black-box operation.

Qin Lang saw Shui Ruhua smiling at himself, and his heart was immediately confused, and he forgot to answer for a while, just looked at Shui Ruhua in front of him in a daze, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Shui Ruhua smiled bitterly, and then took two steps forward, and asked Rourou, "Dare to ask this son, how to call it?"

"Oh oh!" Qin Lang hurriedly came back to his senses, and immediately arched his hand and said: "Under Qin Lang, today I take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to dedicate a poem to the water girl." ”

"Did you write it for me?" Shui Ruhua's heart was delighted, and her face was even more smiling.

Qin Lang nodded silently, and then asked: "The water girl is the Oiran of the Heavenly Pavilion, and it shouldn't be a digression to dedicate a poem to the water girl and praise the girl's peerless appearance, right?"

This explanation makes sense. Shui Ruhua replied with a smile on his face: "Qin Gongzi, is this poem really written for me? I am so big that no one has ever written a poem for me!"

The two of them chatted like this, and the people above suddenly became a little impatient and shouted one after another.

"Do you want to offer a poem?"

"Yes, if you want to write a poem, hurry up, don't stand on it and waste everyone's time"

"Hurry up, if you don't dedicate your own poems, let's hurry down!"

When Xue Xue heard the shouts of these people, he immediately said with displeasure on his face: "Just now I asked these people to go down to offer poems, but no one dared to go up." Now that this kid Qin Lang has stood up, these people are red again, he can chat with Shui Ruhua, urge him, why didn't he go up just now?"

However, the water below was picturesque, and when he heard that so many people were urging, he also knew that it was inappropriate, his eyes looked at the piece of paper in Qin Lang's hand, and he asked happily: "Qin Gongzi, is this the poem you wrote for me?"

Shui Ruhua was about to reach out to take it, but Qin Lang shook his head lightly, hurriedly took a step back, and then explained: "Water girl, do you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here? What I want to offer to the girl is another poem, the poem I wrote to the girl!"

"Yes. Shui Ruhua nodded silently.

Then he led Qin Lang to a square table.

And Qin Lang had already hidden the poem that Chu Mo gave him at this moment, and then picked up the brush and wrote another poem on the white paper.

After writing it, Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief, then held up the poem and said to Shui Ruhua: "Water girl, this is the poem written for you in the next girl, please don't dislike it." ”

Shui Ruhua nodded silently, and then looked at the poem: "The bright moon shadow in the water is like a jade plate falling from the sky." The brush is lifted for a long time, and the beauty is so beautiful that you fall asleep. The water is picturesque and beautiful, it is still a hidden poem, Qin Gongzi really has a heart!"

Qin Lang scratched his head, and said quite embarrassedly: "Offering ugliness, offering ugliness, Qin is a rough person, poetry and literature are very ordinary, today I dare to dedicate a poem to the girl, and please don't dislike the girl." ”

"Where, Qin Gongzi's poem is very well written, although it is not a masterpiece for the ages. But Qin Gongzi's poem is very beautiful, and it is also written as a poem, which can be regarded as ingenious, and I really like it. ”

Seeing that they were chatting freely below, the snowfall on the side also said unexpectedly: "Childe, then Qin Lang didn't use the poem you gave him to please Shui Ruhua." ”

Chu Mo was also a little surprised, the poem he prepared for Qin Lang was originally intended to help him win the king of poetry tonight, so as to satisfy the beauty of his spring night with Shui Ruhua.

But unexpectedly, at the last moment, this Qin Lang chose to give up his masterpiece.

And chose such a poem, except for hiding the head and some novelty, a mediocre saliva poem.

However, after seeing the smile on Qin Lang's face, Chu Mo suddenly understood again.

This poem, he should have written it for Shui Ru Picturesque a long time ago. Since it is rare to have the opportunity to dedicate poems to the people you like, of course, you must dedicate the poems you wrote yourself to be sincere!

And from the current point of view, Shui Ruhua seems to like this poem very much, it seems that Qin Lang is betting right this time.

It's just that there was a person upstairs who suddenly shouted at Qi Ali with disdain: "Hahahaha, Qin Lang, what kind of poem are you? This kind of thing that can be written by a three-year-old child, are you embarrassed to take it out in public and be embarrassed?"

Chu Mo frowned, looked up, and saw a young boy standing on the third floor, shouting with an arrogant face.

Chu Mo's eyes froze, he looked at Xue Xue and asked, "Who is this person?"

However, before Xue Xue answered, a young man next to him replied first: "You don't know this? This is the little grandfather of the Yanguo Mansion, this Yanyu Yangongzi, this Yangongzi is one of the eight young talents in Kyoto, now, this Qin Gongzi is going to suffer!"

"Oh, from the Yan family?"

Chu Mo was a little surprised, he had heard of the title of the so-called Eight Young Talents of Kyoto.

It's just that at that time, he thought that the person who could get such a title must have already been co-opted by the eldest or fourth.

If they were really rare talents, they would definitely not be able to take his turn now.

It wasn't until later that Chu Mo knew that the original Yuwenxuan was the head of the eight handsome people in Kyoto, and the drama said that this title was actually sealed by the sons and daughters of their families.

Suddenly, he had no interest in the so-called eight young talents.

Now seeing Yan Yu, one of the eight handsomes, there is no one in his eyes, and he has no good impression of them.

"Hmph, surnamed Qin, today my son will let you see, what is a poem!"

After the shouting, that Yanyu also walked downstairs from upstairs, took out a poem of his own, and shouted around: "Everyone, this is a poem that has just been written under the title of Tianren Pavilion, you take a closer look, do you think that this poem is better written below, or is it better to write a poem by a three-year-old child written by this Qin Gongzi?"

Yan Yu looked proud, held his poem high, and walked around the stage.

The young talents upstairs and downstairs, after reading his poem, all praised his poems, and even Chu Mo could only shake his head gently.

Qin Lang's poem is also better than the novelty of the Tibetan poem, as for the real literary style, it is indeed not as good as the poem Yanyu, and it is inevitable that Qin Lang will be defeated.

So, in a burst of shouting, Qin Lang sighed in his heart, so he had to say goodbye to Shui Ruhua, and returned to the second floor very unwillingly.

Chu Mo glanced at him, didn't ask him why he didn't use the poem he gave him just now, just patted Qin Lang's shoulder to show comfort.