The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 120 Are You Uncle Still Uncle

"Uh, what are you writing?"

Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Baolin looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

The promise is fast, but there is really no ink in my stomach~
Qin Huaiying naturally knew the background of these idiots, shook her head and said helplessly: "Forget it, you can write whatever you want, write whatever you can!"

"Uh, okay..."

Then several people started to get busy, Cheng Chumo and Chi Baolin frowned and looked left and right, very much like the students in the back row in the later exams.

Seeing that there are a few foolish people around who really can't count on it, they look at each other with disgust.

Then Duan pretended to think for a while, took a pen, and wrote some verses on the paper that he thought were 'good'——

Tang Sufan took a look from the side, and felt very relieved. It turns out that the characters of these things are at the same level as his own~
Even Li Xiaogong smiled calmly, seeing a few young people playing lively.

I might as well pick up a pen and write it down. Compared with Cheng Chumo's idiots, that word can be said to be the difference between cloud and mud——

At this moment, Tang Sufan shyly turned around slightly, moved to Li Qingtang's side, and said with a playful face, "Cousin Qing, why don't you write for me?"

Li Qingtang couldn't help laughing to himself. Is this really the boy who made the quatrain just now?
Just now he was like a banished fairy, but now he seems to have lost all his aura, and turned back into a slightly philistine and funny street boy...

However, Li Qingtang kept a calm expression, and replied softly: "Why do you want to write for you~"

Tang Sufan didn't pretend, and said directly: "Compared with yours, my handwriting is like heaven and earth. If I write it, it must be embarrassing for Huaiying. Why don't you write it for me?"

Tang Sufan decided to practice calligraphy when he returned home. It's really embarrassing not to have a good handwriting~
This is Xiao Shixian?
Li Qingtang didn't expect that Xiao Shixian, who was widely rumored these days, was such an interesting person, but she didn't realize that she seemed a little pleasing to the eye...

Seeing Li Qingtang writing his own with a serious expression, Tang Sufan blinked and added: "How about a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Osmanthus stuffed?
Li Qingtang's eyes lit up slightly, and he said calmly, "Okay, then I'll help you write."

Then Tang Sufan quickly took a piece of rice paper.

So, Tang Sufan began to read in a low voice, and Li Qingtang began to write.

The voices of the two were quiet, and Qin Huaiying and the others didn't listen for a while.

When Tang Sufan read it more and more, Li Qingtang was surprised again. Although the poem was good, it always felt weird...

Li Qingtang looked at it with heavy eyebrows, and couldn't help sighing: "This poem..."

Tang Sufan chuckled and reminded in a low voice: "Look at the beginning of every sentence..."

at the beginning of each sentence?
Li Qingtang took a look, and couldn't help raising her pretty eyebrows.

"Acrostic?"

Tang Sufan smiled, nodded, and put the poems into his hydrangea.

Alas, I am really a little expert in assists~
I admire myself...

Putting the hydrangea in, Qin Huaiying couldn't help but glance at Tang Sufan.

The two of them were just writing ramblingly, and they were pestered by Cheng Cheng Chumo's idiots again.

Coupled with blocking the line of sight, I only saw the outline for a while, but I haven't seen it clearly...

Tang Sufan smiled mysteriously, and patted Qin Huaiying on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, it won't be better than the Qixi Festival song I gave you..."

As if his mind had been broken, Qin Huaiying gave a dry laugh, and hurriedly looked elsewhere...

After a while, someone had already finished writing, looking at Hua Ling on the stage, ready to send it over.

It's just that Tang Sufan didn't expect that the first person to present the hydrangea was an old Confucian scholar with slightly gray hair, probably 60 years old~
After writing an article eloquently, he straightened his waist and stood up.

With a flick of his robe, he raised his airs, and with a confident expression on his face, he walked towards the stands with square steps...

The corners of Tang Sufan's mouth twitched when he saw it, he came to join in the fun at such an old age, this is really old-hearted...

Your uncle is still your uncle~
Sure enough, looking at beautiful women will live longer, and the words of later generations will not bully me——

The old Confucian scholar went straight to the stands, and handed it to a woman wearing a patterned white dress with a mostly enchanting face on the stage.

Hua Ling's maid took it with a smile, Hua Ling also thanked her with a charming smile, and then hung the hydrangea on the wooden board behind the woman...

The old Confucian scholar spoke a few words confidently, presumably showing a bit of character, and then walked back with straight waist and square steps.

The woman in the stands glanced in Su Meiyu's direction triumphantly, and smiled lightly with her pretty mouth.

"Sister Meiyu, I didn't expect that this first hydrangea was actually here with me, please forgive me~"

But he secretly cursed in his heart, what, the first hydrangea was actually given by this old man!
Su Meiyu looked cold, glanced slightly, and said mercilessly: "It's okay, I didn't expect sister Huayun's charm to be so great for these old Confucian scholars..."

"you!"

Hua Yun raised her brows, seeing Su Meiyu's cold look, she became very angry.

He snorted coldly in his heart, hum, after tonight, let's see how noble you are.

The position of the head of the Flower Ling should be mine!

In the hall, the noise continued for a while.

Everyone is still writing and talking, and they are not in a hurry to submit, after all, there is still a while...

On the third floor of Chunxin Pavilion, there was a woman wearing a veil, looking at the scene downstairs through a small window.

It's Yin Qiaoer...

It wasn't that she wore a veil on purpose, but that this appearance was discovered, which would inevitably cause a lot of trouble...

At this time, the girl next to her suddenly said in a crisp voice: "Sister, then... isn't that the little poet fairy from the poetry club that day?"

Yin Qiaoer, who was in deep thought, was startled, and subconsciously asked, "Where is it?"

"Where, where?"

The little girl lightly pointed in a direction, and Yin Qiaoer quickly looked at it.

This direction happened to be able to see Tang Sufan's side.

Looking slowly over...

Yin Qiaoer quietly looked at Tang Sufan's face downstairs, keeping silent...

It's rare to be able to look at him so quietly, it's also wonderful...

Brother Fan's face looks like a mother's, but he is born with a good-looking and handsome man.

I don’t know how many daughters’ families will be overwhelmed by him in the future~
Yin Qiaoer's face under the veil, sometimes chuckled, sometimes worried, and pursed her lips from time to time, and there was a little sparkle in her eyes...

It's been a long time.

Yin Qiaoer came back to her senses.

Looking at the group of people around Tang Sufan, his eyes could not help but concentrate.

Qin Huaiying from Duke Yi's mansion?
Cheng Chumo of Duke Lu's mansion?

And those are the two brothers of Duke Xing's family, right?

There is another one that should belong to the Li family, and the other handsome Xiaolang has never been seen before...

Yin Qiaoer frowned, how could Su Fan be with so many dignitaries again?
Could it be that he was under some kind of coercion?
For a while, Yin Qiaoer became worried again.

But Li Xiaogong leaned his body sideways, with his back slightly facing the stands.

But that broad back gave Yin Qiaoer an even more indescribable feeling.

This person will definitely not be simple!
Seems like deja vu...

Xiao Mingyue laughed at the side, her eyes were like crescent moons, and said with a smile.

"Sister, this little poet fairy is here tonight, I'm afraid this poem will be more beautiful..."

Yin Qiao'er's brows slowly relaxed, maybe it was Brother Fan's talent that allowed him to get acquainted with these high-ranking disciples.

But upon hearing this sentence, Qing smiled and said angrily: "Hmph, I learned to come to these places at a young age!"

But that tone was not the slightest bit of blame.

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