Finest Servant

"Dang——" But it was the deacon who sounded the green gong and said loudly: "The first five groups of wine orders have been decided. The young masters use wine to express their will and poetry to express their feelings, it is a great pleasure, so I invite you to Have a drink."

This line of wine orders seems to be simple, but it is not. First, you need to drink enough, and second, you need to learn. Lin Wanrong was confused and didn't realize how difficult it was to write poetry. He just felt extremely happy in his heart and said whatever he wanted. When I won the first place in this group, my heart became clearer, and I still felt very happy.

According to the regulations, the first place in each group of wine orders can enter the next round. The rest of the people lost their qualifications to enter the main ship. Although it is a bit regrettable, on this flower ship, there are also pre-determined poems and poems. You don't have to think about the promotion, and there are delicious wines and delicacies here, everyone opens their minds, and there are endless beautiful poems and wonderful sentences.

The deacon pulled the five groups of victorious people aside, clasped his fists respectfully, and said, "Congratulations to all the talents, for winning this round today, you can enter Miss Luo's flower boat and talk to Miss Luo about poetry and songs. If you win Miss Luo's eyes, , you can hug the beauty and go home, and the prosperity is just around the corner."

Lin Wanrong was already 60 or 70% drunk, and smiled: "Do some poetry and you can rise to the top? This is very interesting." Several other talents listened to him with disdain, and they all looked at him angrily, but they saw that he was slightly drunk. , and do not want to care about him.

The deacon said: "The five talents of the other ship have all been successfully promoted. In addition to our young master Hou Yuebai from Jinling, there is also Zhao Xiaowang, and the most famous one is Wu Xue'an, a talented young man in Beijing. All of us in this ship Although they are not as famous as they are, I have seen that you have extraordinary talents and aura. You may not be able to beat them. Later, someone will come to pick you up on the flower boat in the middle, I wish you all the best of luck. "

Under Lin Wanrong's drunkenness, he was too lazy to care who the others were waiting for. In this case, entering the top ten would be considered a big victory.

Yan Sheng, who was drunk on the ground, walked over crookedly, took his hand and said: "Third brother, brother Yu is incompetent, I can't continue to accompany you on the journey, you must marry Miss Luo and go home. For those of us who have no right Potential readers have more ambition."

This Yan Shenghui is very upright, and Lin Wanrong's heart is moved, it is better to recommend him to Xu Wei, it is also a chance for the two to meet. He laughed and patted Yan Sheng back on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yan, wait for my good news."

During the conversation, the flower boat that everyone was on was close to Luo Ning's painting boat, and the gongs and drums sounded on the painting boat. Firecrackers shook the sky, a covered bridge was set up between the two boats, carpets were spread, and the shortlisted talents were invited into the painting boat.

Most of the remaining talents were honest scholars. When they saw this scene, they were envious, and they also applauded and applauded one after another, giving encouragement to the talents they knew well.

Lin Wanrong didn't know anyone except Yan Shenghui on this boat.

But the other nine people who were in the same group with him for the wine order were all impressed by his arrogance, and waved their hands frequently: "Third brother, you must win and come back." Lin Wanrong smiled and waved, and followed behind them across the covered bridge.

Luo Ning's painting boat is really impressive. Flying eaves and pavilions, carved fences and jade, red and green, lanterns and colorful, lively and extraordinary. The five talents on the other ship were already waiting for them. Lin Wanrong glanced briefly, and sure enough, he saw that Zhao Kangning's little prince was smiling, standing at the head of the five, but he didn't look sideways, and he didn't even look at the five. Behind him was a smiling young man, who was also very handsome. He was swinging a folding fan and was very romantic. He was talking to the little prince, but he didn't seem to put others in his eyes.

The long-lost Young Master Hou Yuebai stood in third, also hesitantly, staring at the two in front, as if he had regarded them as his biggest opponent. Others, etc., will not be able to get into their eyes.

Lin Wanrong walked at the end of the five, and Zhao Kangning didn't pay attention. The ten people were divided into two teams, and they both went inside.

Walking into the main gate, I saw a screen standing in front of the two teams. In the middle of the screen, there was only a small gate that could accommodate one person. Talents from the two teams entered side by side, but I didn’t know who should go first.

This is called "entry", but it is an obstacle to deliberately test the talents. Although this sect is small, it doesn't matter who comes first, but the arrogant and arrogant talents will not give up easily, and it is necessary to fight.

Zhao Kangning, the leader of the other team, said with a smile, "There is a wall in front of you, and the door is in the center of the wall. If I don't enter first, the yellow dog won't ride on the wall."

Lin Wanrong's team leader's face changed. Zhao Kangning was using a poem to swear, meaning that if anyone dared to enter in front of him, it would be a yellow dog riding a wall. The talented man who took the lead was afraid of Zhao Kangning's power. He was scolded, but he didn't dare to say a word. Zhao Kangning smiled disdainfully and wanted to step on the wall.

"Slow down, slow down." Lin Wanrong strode forward and smiled: "Little Prince, do you still know me?"

Zhao Kangning glanced at him, and his expression changed: "You, you, didn't you die in the cannon?"

Lin Wanrong's expression changed. Damn, I said that Tong Cheng's courage is so big. It turned out that you, the bastard, was supporting him. He smiled gloomily and said, "Little Wang Ye, do you want me to die so much? Hehe, I have nine lives in Lin, how could someone get it with some means?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and said loudly: "If you ride the wall, you will ride the wall. If you don't learn from you, you will be mad. If you have never been a teacher, you will go home and teach your mother!"

Zhao Kangning once said that when he meets Lin San again, he must treat him with the respect of his teacher. How can he enter before the teacher enters? Lin San's limericks have even been taught to his mother, but he still has reason. Zhao Kangning's face was red and white, but what he said that day was seen by many people at the venue, and he couldn't argue.

Lin Wanrong snorted and was about to step in, but heard the handsome man behind Zhao Kangning say, "Hold on—"

Lin Wanrong looked back at him, and the man clasped his fists and said, "Wu Xue'an in Xiajing, I don't know who your Excellency is—"

"Wu Xue'an?" Lin Wanrong frowned and said, "I've never heard of it! I'm under the bandit number Lin Sanshi."

"You're Lin San?" Wu Xue'an said in surprise, glanced at Zhao Kangning, and seeing that he didn't speak, he said coldly, "You are too arrogant, little prince, how can you be trained as a commoner?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Can I train you? It doesn't matter if you say it, it's up to the little prince to say it himself. Little prince, are you right?"

Zhao Kangning clenched his teeth and scolded Tong Cheng half to death. He also said that Lin San would be killed by ten thousand cannons, so that the prince could feel at ease, but now that Tong Cheng became a demon, Lin San stood alive in front of him.

Zhao Kangning didn't say a word, but Lin Wanrong smiled heartily: "The quarrel is only for the wall, so why not let you three feet? The Great Wall still exists today. I don't see Qin Shihuang. Wu Xue'an and Wu brother, right, this entry is the same as It’s the same when you hear the Tao, but you can’t hear the Tao even though you are a beginner. It’s no use reading that poetry book. This door will let you advance.”

After he finished speaking, he backed away with a grin and let the door out. Wu Xue'an glanced at Zhao Kangning, not knowing what to do. Ning Xiaowang gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Lin, please go first!"

Lin Wanrong smiled slightly and said to the leader: "Brother, let's go in."

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"Sister Ning, the ten newly selected talents are coming soon. Come and have a look." Qiaoqiao said to Luo Ning who was sitting in front of the mirror in a daze.

Luo Ning shook his head: "Go and see what they do, it's all a farce arranged by Daddy, and it has nothing to do with me. He told me to hide it from everyone, but it made Brother Lin misunderstand me. He refuses to come now, Must be mad at me. Qiaoqiao, what do you think I should do?"

Qiaoqiao looked at Luo Ning up and down. The red lips nibbled lightly: "Sister Ning, you care about big brother so much, don't you——"

Luo Ning hurriedly said: "Qiaoqiao, don't get me wrong, Brother Lin and I are just good friends. The other things have not been involved yet-" At this point, her face was already red, and she wanted to deceive herself. Sisters in the boudoir, this is not an ordinary uncomfortable feeling.

Qiao Qiao sighed softly: "Although the elder brother is shrewd on the surface, he is confused when it comes to women's thoughts—"

Luo Ning snorted: "How can he be confused, he is clear in his heart, but he pretends to be confused on the surface, which is extremely annoying and hateful."

Qiaoqiao shook his head and chuckled: "It doesn't matter if he is really confused or fake, but he is the nemesis of our women. When I first met my eldest brother, I liked to listen to him every day. He never said anything serious. I like him very much. I think about him every day and miss him. I can't sleep well until I see him. Sister Ning, do you feel that way?"

"It's--ah, no, no--" Luo Ning hurriedly denied it, her face flushed, and she couldn't help lowering her head gently.

Qiaoqiao felt a little sour in her heart, so she held back her tears and said, "Sister Ning, you are so worried about eldest brother, if eldest brother finds out, he will be very happy, even if he gave his life, he has to hurry back. ."

Luo Ning seemed to be choked up when she heard her words, and looked up hurriedly, only to see that there were tears in the girl's eyes, but she gritted her teeth desperately to keep it from falling, Luo Ning hurriedly said: "Qiaoqiao, what's the matter with you? ?"

Qiaoqiao sighed and said, "Big brother, this person is a lot of harm. Sister Ning, if you really like him, I will tell him about it. He is hard-hearted and soft-hearted, and he will help you get your wish."

Luo Ning didn't dare to speak, she whispered a few words in Qiaoqiao's ear, and Qiaoqiao covered her cheek with a small hand in shock, and said shyly: "Sister Ning, you are dead, how can you eavesdrop like that? I hate it. Brother is dead."

Luo Ning's heart was sour and bitter, and she said angrily: "If you do some evil things in my boudoir, this eldest brother is the worst person in the world."

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Is this the scene of the finals? Lin Wanrong entered the main cabin of the painting boat and carefully looked at the scene in front of him. The wall lamps are hanging high and the colors are picturesque, and it has long been filled with high-ranking officials and celebrities in Jinling City. There is a large charcoal stove in the middle, and the red charcoal fire is warming the wine, and the servants and servants keep walking around, which is extremely lively.

A master sang long ago: "The top ten talents of the Jinling Poetry Competition have been produced, please take your seats-"

Swish. Everyone's eyes turned to the door. The talented man walking in front had never seen such a scene where celebrities gathered and everyone's eyes were gathered together, and his hands trembled slightly unconsciously. Lin Wanrong was in fifth place. He had nothing to fear about this kind of scene.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin—" Lin Wanrong heard a woman's rough voice shout. Turning her head to look, she saw that the person was actually Liu Yue'e, who used to help Xiao's family in Hangzhou city. She is now waving at herself, and she is even happier than she was shortlisted.

"Sister Liu—" Lin Wanrong waved her hand in greeting. With a slight smile, since the Liu family has been invited, naturally there should be someone from the Xiao family.

He looked around and heard someone shout, "Lin San, Lin San—" He glanced around, but saw Young Master Biao standing on the chair in the penultimate row, waving at him desperately, his face The excitement on the board was beyond words.

Lin Wanrong vigorously waved his hand and smiled, walked over there and said: "Master, why are you here, didn't you also participate in this poetry competition?"

Guo Wuchang said angrily: "Don't mention it, I gave a hundred taels of silver to the judges in that district, and I finally got on the flower boat. I didn't know that the wine order was defeated in the first round. Alas, if I knew it earlier, I would still follow By your side, how can you get a top ten?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and talked to this young master. It's like returning to the old days, but now Xian'er has become his wife, but the eldest miss and him are gradually getting farther away. Life is really fickle.

"Lin San, I heard that you made cousin Yuruo angry last night?" Guo Wuchang approached him. Secretly.

"No, it's just that the personalities are different. We are temporarily separated. Let's calm down." Lin Wanrong smiled.

Guo Wuchang also sighed slightly: "The character of my cousin is too strong, she would dare to teach anyone a lesson. Thinking about the contribution you have made to our Xiao family, that is a great contribution. If you continue to make trouble with you, you will still be punished. I really don't know what the consequences will be. Why is my cousin so confused?"

Lin Wanrong sighed slightly: "Stop talking about this. How is the second lady?"

Guo Wuchang said: "Cousin Yushuang looks forward to your return every day, but you quarreled with Yuruo as soon as you came back, so the big cousin had to let the people in the house hide it from her first. Alas, poor Yushuang, she is there every day. I draw circles on the calendar to count the days, but I don't know that you are outside the gate, how could it be like this?"

Lin Wanrong felt a little sour in her heart. Looking at the position next to Guo Wuchang, Master Biao seemed to understand his mind and said, "This is the position of cousin Yuruo, she said she was coming, but I don't know how it came to this time. I haven't seen her yet. We don't even know that you are in the top ten of this poetry competition. If we had known, I would have called Si De, Xiao Feng, and everyone in the house to cheer for you."

Although Young Master Biao is ignorant, these words are heartwarming. Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly. He glanced at the empty space next to him, and sighed silently, not knowing what was going on. It was such an uncontrollable scene.

"Lin San, do your best, marry this talented Jinling girl back home, bring tea and water to wash and cook, torture her hard, and tell her to underestimate our men." Young Master Biao said indignantly.

Lin Wanrong laughed, and before he could speak, someone shouted: "Big brother, big brother—" Dong Qingshan's excited voice came from the side, and he turned his head to look, only to see Qingshan and Luo Yuan running towards this side. Come.

Lin Wanrong greeted her and said, "Qingshan, Xiaoluo, how are you?"

Dong Qingshan hugged his arm and said, "Big brother, brother-in-law, you are back."

Lin Wanrong nodded and said, "Qingshan, where's Qiaoqiao? Why didn't you see her?"

Qingshan Road: "My sister is helping in Miss Luo's room. Miss Luo has been overworked these days and is a little sick." Is this girl Luo Ning ill again? Alas, women are good at this. When there are too many worries, they are easy to get sick.

Luo Yuan said: "Brother, what have you been doing these days, you have tanned a lot."

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "I went to do a very important thing. Xiao Luo, how is your sister?"

Luo Yuan shook his head and said: "It's not good, I frown all day. My father is also true, it's not that I don't know that my sister's vision is higher than the sky, and it's very tacky to make such a Saishi to recruit relatives."

Qingshan said: "That's right. Miss Luo is a fairy-like character, how can these poor people be compared. Brother-in-law, I think you might as well use your strength to defeat these guys, marry Miss Luo home, and be Xiao Luo's brother-in-law. ."

Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, Qingshan, this calf, always speaks so directly. The three brothers were talking and laughing when they heard a master shout, "Please sit in front of the top ten talents."

Lin Wanrong walked to the front of the stage, found an empty stool and looked down, but saw that the Jinling celebrities under the stage were all looking at everyone on the stage. The most attractive ones on stage were Zhao Kangning, Wu Xue'an and Hou Yuebai. As for Lin Wanrong's dark horse, only Young Master Biao and Liu Yue'e are optimistic about him, and others naturally think that this is a foil at most.

The master walked up to the front desk and said loudly: "The Jinling Poetry Competition, the Poetry Competition, is now on. Today, in addition to the celebrities from Jinling, there are also the Governor of Jiangsu, Lord Luo, the Commander of the Capital, Lord Cheng, and the Jiangsu Xuezheng Boys. Your Excellency and local officials."

Lin Wanrong glanced at him and saw Luo Min sitting on a high platform in the distance, smiling at himself. Next to him is Cheng De, with an old face in black, unable to see his expression.

The master said loudly: "In this Poetry Competition, the practice is that the ten is six, and the six is ​​four. Four choose two, the two compete, and a total of four rounds of elimination." This arrangement is reasonable, as the so-called Wen Wu Second, Wu Wu is the first. This kind of fighting poetry, it is meaningless to take the top three. Only the first is the goal that everyone pursues.

"The first round. I'll ask Mr. Xuezhengtong to come up with the question." The master said loudly, and everyone applauded.

The Master Xuezheng stood up and hugged his fists and said: "Today is a gathering of talents, a grand event in the poetry world, the old man will throw bricks to attract jade, and make a poem title. The four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, with plum blossoms as the head, invite all talents to do a chant in the snow. Mei Shi."

Everyone in the hall is somewhat talented, and when they heard that the first round was Yongmei in the Snow, they secretly complained. Because there have been countless poems about chanting plum since ancient times, the famous ones are all classics, and the classics are the most difficult to surpass.

All the talented people thought for a while, then the Jinling talented person Hou Yuebai stood up first and said: "Student Hou Yuebai, Yong Mei's song: Nuan Jingmei, first to pass on the fragrance, and Wanbao Spring to follow in the night. Can Dongxue, if you meet the harmony again, she is already a famous garden beauty. ."

it is good! Hou Yuebai had just finished chanting, and the crowd exploded. This Young Master Hou was the first to sing it out, and it was from Jinling again. Naturally, everyone should give a face.

Unwilling to be outdone, the little prince stood up and said, "Student Zhao Kangning also sang a song on plum: Spring cold lock, in the courtyard, a few plum trees resent the east wind, and Qing Rui has not spit out a dark fragrance."

it is good! This time, it was the black-faced Cheng De who called out first, and Luo Min, who was beside him, was secretly laughing.

Wu Xue'an, a talented student in Beijing, had already made up his mind, and the third one stood up and said, "Student Wu Xue'an in Beijing, Yong Mei's song: The sky is too pale for snow, so I embroider plum blossoms with ease. When winter comes next year, I will open it again."

The first three are really talented and famous, Yong Xue and Yong Mei are all at hand, although they are not yet known as masterpieces, they are already excellent sentences. The rest of the people were a little ashamed when they saw what these three people did. There were only three of the six people behind, who followed the first three talents to recite some plum blossom poems, but they were far inferior to the first three. The other three did not get a word, needless to say, they were eliminated.

Lin Wanrong was at the bottom of the table. He drank too much, and on the ring, he also dozed off and yawned. Everyone couldn't help but laugh at it. If this talented person is not a world-shattering talent, then he must have a world-shattering disease.

Young Master Biao, Dong Qingshan and the others were secretly anxious when they saw it. This is a knockout round. If nothing else, even if you can't make a quatrain, you have to sing a poem about plum.

The rest of the nine players have finished the race, and the last one is Lin Wanrong. He looked at the seat next to Young Master Biao, but it was still empty, sighed silently in his heart, and stood up.

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"Sister, sister—" Luo Yuan ran into Luo Ning's room out of breath, and said loudly, "Good news, good news—"

Luo Ning stared at the face in the mirror, and sighed quietly, as if he didn't hear what he said, but asked skillfully: "Luo Yuan, what is the good news—"

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, he—"

"What's wrong with Brother Lin--" The small mirror in Luo Ning's hand fell to the ground with a slam, and the two women said anxiously together, "What's wrong with him?"

"Big brother, he participated in the poetry competition and broke into the top ten!" Luo Yuan said loudly.

"Big brother—" The two women exclaimed at the same time, tears fell, and they hurriedly walked out, supporting each other.

Fang Xing went to the attic, still across the curtain, when he heard Lin Wanrong's voice: "These poems with plum characters, but I don't know--"

"Big Brother—" Hearing this, Luo Ning fell back and fainted.