Nongmen tea wine fragrance

Chapter 621
"Well, although we have it at home, but that set is at my grandfather's place. It's very precious, so I didn't take it out easily. I didn't expect to meet you here today. Brother Qian, we must win the first place today." Xu Yaru looked at that A set of luminous cups is inevitable.

"Okay." Wan Qian also looked at Lin Hao provocatively when he heard the words.

"Do you want it?" Lin Hao ignored the money, but turned to look at Ruixue and asked.

"I would like to think about it, but I don't know how to compose poems." Ruixue spread her hands, she really doesn't know how to compose poems, and if she recites poems, she is afraid that she will recite poems already in this dynasty, after all, although this dynasty is not in the history she knows Any dynasty, but the history before the Song Dynasty seems to be similar, that is to say, don't shame her out of Tang poetry.

But she didn't memorize Tang poems, and she really didn't remember a few of them.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll come." Lin Hao looked at Ruixue with a meaningful smile when he heard the words, but he didn't believe that this kid couldn't compose poetry, and thought he was being modest.

"Let's start now." Seeing that everyone was impatient, the old man nodded.

Following the old man's order, a wine glass supported by a lotus lantern floated with the water and stood up.

This artificially dug river has a very slow flow, and the lotus lantern stopped in front of a table after drifting less than ten meters.

There was a man and a woman sitting at that table. The man was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the woman was fifteen or sixteen.

"Wow, cousin, quickly draw lots." The girl shouted excitedly when she saw this.

"Mo Shu, take the stick to Mr. Song." The old man said with a smile to the little bookboy beside him holding the stick.

The young man surnamed Song excitedly stretched out his hand to draw a lottery. The little bookboy named Mo Shu glanced at it and shouted, "No. 17 lottery."

"Then ask Mr. Song to compose a five-character verse with the moon as the theme within the time of a stick of incense." The old man nodded upon hearing this.

"Tsk, this kid is really lucky, and this topic is too simple." Zhou Shaochong said enviously, because everyone will prepare a few poems before participating in this kind of competition, and Hua and Yue are often mentioned. Everyone must be prepared.

"No hurry, this is just the beginning." Lin Hao shook his head and said.

"I'm not in a hurry, anyway, I'm not destined to be number one." Zhou Shaochong said with a curled lip.

Zhou Meng'er, who was on the side, had a bad expression and pouted, "Brother, I want that luminous cup."

"Hey, if you want to fight for it yourself, anyway, you should know how your elder brother's literary talents are." Zhou Shaochong said, casting Zhou Meng'er a glance.

"I would like to, but the cup should stop in front of us." Zhou Meng'er looked at Mr. Song pretending to ponder for a while, and immediately wrote a five-character poem and said helplessly.

Rui Xue's eyes flickered when she heard the words. If she wanted to stop the cup in front of someone, she actually had a way. Of course, the cup had to pass by her side.

After writing the poem over there, the wine glass was pushed with a bamboo stick by the girl holding a lantern, and then began to float slowly again.

Slowly the lotus lantern with the wine glasses was about to stop near the Wanqian table, Ruixue suddenly pretended to raise her hand and scratched her head, but in fact the strong wind swept away in the dark, and the lotus lantern that was about to stop slowly slowed down again. move up.

"Ah, why did it blow away." Xu Yaru was excited at first, but she didn't know that the lotus lantern shook and moved again.

Seeing this, Lin Hao turned his head and glanced at Ruixue, seeing her sitting there upright as if nothing had anything to do with her, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't believe it was an accident, it must have something to do with the kid, but he was also happy .

"Hahaha, Wanqian, God won't give you a chance." Lin Hao laughed as he looked at the lotus lantern that had slowly stopped in front of his desk.

(End of this chapter)