Finest Servant

Chapter 225 Miss Luo wants to recruit relatives?

This old man comes as soon as he says it, and leaves as soon as he says it. He looks like a blind man, much more dashing than this old man. Lin Wanrong stared at Uncle Wei's figure for a while. The origin of old man Wei does not seem to be simple. Not only does he rise and fall across a high wall like nothing, but he is so familiar with personnel in Beijing that he should not be a small person.

After carefully recollecting the words of old man Wei, there is mystery everywhere, but it is not so clear. It is understandable to help the Xiao family and make friends with Xu Wei, but what did he say that his opponent was in the capital made people wonder? I don't even know a grasshopper in Beijing, who is my opponent? This blind old man is always hesitant to speak.

Lin Wanrong thought about it for a while and couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, sooner or later, he was going to go to Beijing, and he would know at that time. Running around today, riding a horse and fighting, he was already exhausted, and fell on the bed in a daze, dreaming sweet dreams.

He slept until noon the next day, and no one came to disturb him. A few days ago, the eldest lady came to call him to work early, but today is an exception. I think the eldest lady is considerate and tired of him.

Sleeping late is comfortable, Lin Wanrong stretched his arms, got up and walked around the garden. When the maids and family members passing by saw the third brother appearing, they all hurriedly saluted him: "Third brother, good morning." A few of them were a little more beautiful, and they even dared to wink at him. Lin Wanrong teased them for a while, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

Such a leisurely life will not last for a few days, and it will soon be the end of the New Year. After the New Year, I will go to the capital in the north, where I will start from scratch again. Lin Wan sighed with emotion for a while, enjoying this leisurely time, and walking slowly in the garden.

At this time, it was the cold winter time, hundreds of flowers were withered, and the leaves were everywhere. The garden was very desolate. Lin Wanrong took a few steps and suddenly felt boring.

"Spring is not the day for reading, summer is hot and sleeping. Autumn is high and winter is coming. If you want to study until next year." The sound of reading aloud came to Lin Wanrong's ears, I *, this poem is only talented, and it is not used all year round. read.

He followed the sound, but saw Young Master Biao's right hand flattened behind him, holding a scroll in his left hand, walking around shaking his head. This good poem is from his mouth.

"Master, good morning, it's not yet time for lunch, why don't you sleep for a while?" Lin Wanrong stepped forward and said with a smile.

When Young Master Biao saw Lin San, he was overjoyed and grabbed his hand and said, "Lin San, Lin San, how is it, what do you think?"

"How about what?" Lin Wanrong asked strangely.

"This poem is the poem I just read, what do you think?" Young Master Biao said with a beaming expression.

"One word, very good!" Lin Wanrong said with a thumbs up: "As far as the young master's level is concerned, this poem is tantamount to an ancient quatrain. I don't know where the young master copied it from - oh, where did you hear it."

Guo Wuchang said proudly: "What did you hear? I said that I was afraid to scare you to death. I made it myself. Yesterday, I signed up for this poem and passed it on the spot."

Sai poetry? Oh, not to mention this, I forgot that the poetry competition that Luo Ning held with my money will be grandly held at the end of the month. He glanced at Young Master Biao and said, "Why, do you still have to sign up for the Sai Shi Club? I thought I would go if I wanted to."

Young Master Biao cut a voice: "How is that possible? The Sai Poetry Festival is a high-level literary event. Several provinces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, as well as major talents from the capital, must submit a small poem on the spot to be shortlisted. How can those unnamed juniors just come in? This poem is what I handed over to the competition yesterday, how about it?

Literary poems like yours, the third brother, I can pee ten poems in the time I drenched in the urine, Lin Wanrong smiled and didn't hit him anymore, only said: "By the way, young master, there was a big incident in the mansion last night, do you know that ?"

Guo Wuchang nodded and said, "I went back to the mansion this morning, and heard what Si De and the others said. Si De, being beaten like that, is really miserable. Damn, I was lucky that I wasn't there yesterday, if I were there. , make sure that these dogs can't find the north when they look at the sun."

Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up and said it much better than Laozi sang: "Oh, so it is. Young Master Biao, weren't you in the mansion last night?"

Guo Wuchang thief smiled, glanced around, and then whispered: "Lin San, we have an old relationship, and there is nothing to hide from you. Last night, my old friend in Miaoyufang found another little sister, two of them. People served me together, saying they wanted me to taste something different. I tried my best to stay overnight. Tsk tsk, that taste is really better than being a god."

I'm sweating, it turns out that I went to play Shuangfei, such a pair of adulterers and prostitutes, I despise you, from the top of the head to the second.

"Lin San, when I signed up at the book club yesterday evening, I heard good news." Master Biao smiled and said, "I heard that this time the Sai Shi meeting is more than just Sai Shi?"

"It's not as simple as the poetry competition?" Lin Wanrong asked with a smile: "Is there still a song competition and a dance competition?"

"That's not true. This poetry competition is held every year, but no one year is as good as this year." Master Biao glanced around mysteriously, and then lied in Lin Wanrong's ear and said: "I was there yesterday. I spent half a tael of silver to buy some top-secret insider information. I heard that this year's Sai Shi will be more than just Sai Shi. Miss Luo Ning, the first talented girl in Jinling, will use this Sai Poetry to choose her husband."

"Choose a son-in-law?" Lin Wanrong was shocked, isn't it, this little girl just confessed to me yesterday, why did she turn around and choose a son-in-law?

"It's absolutely true." Master Biao said firmly: "This news has already spread within the Jinling Academy, and everyone is talking about it. You think, who is Miss Luo, not only a person who looks like a flower , talent and learning is our number one in Jinling, and it is also the daughter of the Governor Luo. Whoever wants to marry her is not holding a golden baby. Those hopeful sons and brothers have long been hiding and retreating, and strive to be in the game. I won the first prize at the poetry meeting, and I returned home with a beautiful woman."

Seeing that Lin Wanrong still didn't believe it, Young Master Biao was a little anxious: "Why don't you believe it? Hou Yuebai, do you know? It's the young master you beat up, haven't you seen him for some time?"

On the outing that day, Lin Wanrong did not see Hou Yuebai, so he nodded, and Master Biao said proudly: "That's right, let me tell you, he has long since hid in the house, and he does not leave the door, and studies hard every day. Poetry, head hanging from beams and thorns thorns, just to marry Miss Luo back home."

Master Biao said that he had nose and eyes, as if he had seen this with his own eyes. If there is one person in this world who has the hope of surpassing mine, it must be the young master. This kid is too damn talented for not going to the Sun to write news.

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Master, if Miss Luo can really choose her son-in-law based on poetry, you will have a chance."

The young master said righteously and sternly: "I am loyal to the two cousins, how can I do these half-hearted things? This time I signed up for the purpose of studying and studying, how can I be as vulgar as you said-- Oh, Lin San, do you think I really have hope?"

"If you go, there will be hope. If you don't go, there will be no hope at all." Lin Wanrong said foolishly.

"That's true." Master Biao nodded: "Lin San, you are very good at couplets, don't know how to write poetry? Can you compare to me? Oh, I didn't mean the ones you copied."

*, writing poetry is the same as **, it all needs jq, Lao Tzu is not so showy. Lin Wanrong shook his head, and Master Biao said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, without you, Lin San, even if I am known as the master of poetry, I am afraid that I will be very lonely at this poetry competition."

Lin Wanrong is a big sweat, you are more or less the mythical beast in the poem. This young master's shameless appearance has quite the style of my past.

"Third brother, third brother--" Side's voice came from a distance, Lin Wanrong and Young Master Biao looked up together, and saw Side holding a big bowl in his hand, walking over cautiously.

Seeing the bruises and bruises on his face, Young Master Biao said: "Four virtues, if anyone dares to challenge you in the future, you should report my name as Young Master Impermanence, and mention Tilin San by the way, I will keep you safe."

The four virtues respectfully said, "Young Master Xie."

Lin Wanrong saw that he took the bowl of bowls as a treasure in his arms, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What did you take, so precious?"

Si De looked at him with reverence and said: "Third brother is really well-informed. I went back and tried the method you said last night, and the pain really eased a lot. No, I woke up this morning and I went back again. went looking for something."

"What are you looking for?" Lin Wanrong yawned.

"Boy pee." Four virtues said.

Lin Wanrong and Young Master Biao took a few steps back, their faces horrified. Child pee? Are there still boys in this world? Si Desi said without realizing it, "Third brother, young master, when I was going out, I heard that this poetry competition will start at the end of this month."

Master Biao covered his nose and said, "Oh, I heard that this young master is still shortlisted."

"Congratulations young master." Side hurriedly patted the horse and said, "I just heard people say that this year's poetry competition will be very lively, not only talented people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, but also the young masters in the capital are coming. Not many years."

I don't see a lot of shit, the more people come, the more money I waste, *, do you think I'm a good Bodhisattva? Lin Wanrong was really amused when she saw the four virtues hugging the boy's urine tightly, and said: "No matter how many talented people come, they will only recite a few poems. what?"

"The third brother doesn't know anything. After a lot of inquiries, I finally got a big piece of good news." The four virtues said mysteriously: "I heard that the talented lady Miss Luo is going to be recruited."