Why do I have the lowest fighting ability among the whole family?

Chapter 271 Tinglan (5)
After Song Tinglan got the lantern, he handed it to Hua Que.

Hua Que hurriedly rubbed his hands on his clothes before taking it, but his tone was still a little uneasy.

"Miss, is this... really for your slave?"

Looking at the exquisite lantern in his hand, Hua Que sounded a little uneasy.

I thought that the young lady took such pains to get it because I liked it, but actually... was it for her?

Hua Que's heart was filled with disbelief.

"Take it, don't you like it?" Song Tinglan said softly, "There is nothing else to do, I'll give it to you."

Hua Que then reached out to take the lantern, and was so moved that she almost shed tears.

Song Tinglan patted her back comfortingly.

"Okay, it's just a lantern, are you so moved?" She said in a teasing tone: "If you are so moved, then I will find a good family for you to marry, and your husband-in-law will be much better to you than I am to you. You still have to..."

Before Song Tinglan finished speaking, Hua Que immediately raised his head in a hurry, looking at Song Tinglan with firm eyes: "Miss, don't say that! Hua Que doesn't marry, Hua Que will always be with Miss!"

Song Tinglan smiled and said in a doting tone: "Okay, we will always be together."

Hua Que felt a little relieved.

She held the lantern and followed Song Tinglan step by step. The two were inseparable. As they walked, she did not forget to chirp into Song Tinglan's ear.

"Why don't we go to Mingyue Bridge and have a look."

Seeing that Hua Que was interested, Song Tinglan suggested.

I originally wanted to go home directly, but when I saw that it was not too late, Hua Que followed her since she was a child. She had a boring temperament and rarely went out to play like this, so Hua Que followed her and stayed at home, having nothing to do for so many years. Complain.

Mingyue Bridge is a well-known bridge in the capital. During festivals such as the Lantern Festival or Chinese Valentine's Day, the bridge is indispensable for young ladies and gentlemen reciting poems and composing poems, and setting off lanterns, making it very lively.

Song Tinglan has always heard about the reputation of Mingyue Bridge, but has never seen it with his own eyes.

"Okay!" Hua Que was also full of surprise.

She has a fun-loving nature, so the young lady suggested that she should go, so of course she wanted to go along.

Mingyue Bridge was not far away, and it was not too late, but there were already a lot fewer people than before, and the two of them had an unobstructed journey.

The river under Mingyue Bridge is called Mingyue River, and the riverside is a good place for beauties and talented people to fall in love.

When the two of them went up, there were not many people on the bridge. There were pieces of lanterns in the river, drifting with the current into the distance, which was beautiful.

One of the girls with a delicate face stood at the bridge. Song Tinglan always felt that she looked familiar, so she took a few more glances.

But I still can't remember where I saw it.

That's all, if you can't remember, then that's probably an unimportant person.

Song Tinglan calmly looked away, took out a silver coin from his purse and handed it to Hua Que.

"Since everyone is here, let's buy some lanterns. After putting out the lanterns, we will go back home."

"Okay." Hua Que immediately took it with a smile and vowed: "Don't worry, Miss, I will definitely pick the most beautiful lantern!"

Hua Que took the money and immediately ran towards the place where the lanterns were sold.

"Thousands of doors are unlocked and thousands of lights are lit, and the imperial capital is moved in the middle of the first month."

The girl's graceful voice rang out. Song Tinglan was startled and turned around.

The one who spoke was the girl who seemed familiar to her just now. Good poem.

This was the first thought in Song Tinglan's mind.

She has been reading poetry since she was a child, and is very sensitive to poems and songs. However, although this poem is good, it really is not something that a little girl can write.

Song Tinglan always felt that something was not right.

But she really couldn't describe that feeling.

But the girl's words attracted the attention of the people around her.

"The girl is so good at poetry!" Someone praised: "To be able to write such a good poem, I must be a disciple of a famous teacher, right? May I ask who the girl studied under?"

Once one person starts, the others will also be interested.

Most of the people who come here are scholars, and they like to recite poems and write poems.

When I encounter such a good poem, I will definitely not let it go.

But the girl smiled shyly and replied: "I don't have any master, I just read and figure it out by myself."

"Oh? You can come up with such a good poem by just thinking about it yourself?"

But the person who asked the question didn't believe it, and asked: "Who does the girl study under? I dare to say so."

The girl smiled shyly and said in a soft voice: "I really thought about it myself. I am a concubine in the family. I am not taken seriously at home. My aunt often beats and scolds me. My brothers and sisters also look down on me. I am idle. When I have nothing to do, I will pick up a book and read it. If I read a lot, I will naturally write poems.”

In just a few words, Liao Liao sketched out the image of a weak and strong girl.

Although he is not taken seriously at home, he still loves poetry and books. Such a person is naturally attractive enough in the eyes of the scholars present.

And Song Tinglan finally felt where the something amiss came from.

She had met the man in front of her once, but she didn't take it to heart at the time.

That's why she felt familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment. After all, the other person was just an insignificant role to her.

This guy is just full of lies.

How could she be an "underappreciated concubine"? She was clearly the direct daughter of General Qin, Qin Liuliu.

She met him by chance at a banquet, but she didn't take it to heart at the time.

And what she said, "My aunt always beat and scolded me, and my brothers and sisters looked down on me" were all fiction.

As far as Song Tinglan knew, there was only one brother in Qin Liuliu's family, so there were no so-called brothers and sisters.

Song Tinglan's first impression of the man in front of him was not very good.

She frowned slightly, but based on the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, she didn't say much, but walked aside to wait for Hua Que.

But the sound of conversations on the other side continued to reach her ears.

"Girl! You can't choose your origin. Don't worry about it. It's your elder brother who is just a fool. I have never seen a woman as talented as you. Just because of her love of poetry and books, she is better than most women. "

Qin Liuliu smiled softly and said in an uneasy tone: "Is...is that so? It's really ridiculous. I...I really can't afford such a high evaluation..."

She pursed her lips slightly, as if she was embarrassed, but the man standing in front of her immediately shook his head and said, "Girl, don't feel inferior! I think she is the representative of our Nanruan women!"

Hearing this, Song Tinglan frowned unconsciously.

It's enough to praise that girl, why do you have to push others down?
Coupled with Qin Liuliu's lies, Song Tinglan's impression of her was even worse.