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Chapter 19

After Zhang Twelve wrote, no one spoke anymore, and everyone stared at the eighty characters on the rice paper and fell into deep thought.

Astonishment, fear, admiration, all kinds of strange expressions appeared on the faces of the people.

The hall was unusually quiet, and you could hear a needle drop. Pity those who didn't squeeze in, and didn't know what happened inside.

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"Auntie, why is no one talking? How about the poem written by the villain? I'm so anxious!"

"You ask me who am I asking?"

Chen Qiaoxi was a little helpless, she was more anxious now, she wanted to run over to see what kind of poem that man wrote, why did everyone stop talking?
It must be almost the same.

Chen Qiaoxi thought.

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The maid still took Zhang Twelve's poem out of the crowd and handed it to Mrs. Chen.

"Pfft~"

Chen covered her mouth, and the corners of her eyes turned into crescents. This was her first reaction when she saw this poem.

This is not because Zhang Twelve's poems are so funny, because Chen Shi didn't even have time to read the content of the poems, but just saw his words and wanted to laugh.

Because she knows this word, isn't the word "shit" that was sent to them before this font?This young man is really interesting.

Then she began to look at the poem itself again, her eyes fixed on it and she couldn't take it away, and she couldn't help reading it out in a low voice:
On the side road of Ququ Pool, there are few people walking in spring.

Hibiscus leaves contain water, and the air is still clear after spring.

The evening haze is divided into colorful emeralds, and the tall trees hide the sound of warblers.

Looking at the wind at first glance, the flowers fall more clearly.

Wandering feel the dew is cold, the shadow of the moon in the clear night.

Lingling Bianstone hair, suspected to be Xiao Hansheng.

You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city.

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are not flat.

There is no doubt that as soon as this poem comes out, today's winner has already been decided.

Crushing, although everyone doesn't want to admit it, this is indeed a complete crushing situation!

After Chen finished reading, she glanced at the direction of the roller blind in the corner of the living room, knowing that her sister must be watching there, and then sent her servant girl to send the poem over.

Chen Qiaoxi was really anxious. Seeing the abnormal atmosphere in the audience, she became more curious about Zhang Twelve's poem, so she couldn't wait to open it as soon as the maid delivered it.

Lu Fujing was also watching from the side, but because she had been working on the business of the Lu family these years, she really didn't know much about poetry, so she asked while watching, "Auntie, what is written in this poem?" How about it?"

Chen Qiaoxi didn't answer because she didn't hear Lu Fujing's words at all.

At this moment, she was looking at the poem on the rice paper obsessively, a little fascinated, how could this poem express her inner voice?

It's not that Chen Qiaoxi doesn't want to marry, it's just that she dedicated her best years to the Lu family. When she wanted to marry, she missed the best age. It is much taller, and no one she meets can catch her eyes.

So at the end, she felt that it was the same as what was written in the poem, "Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flattened." She opened the roller blind again and looked at the young man in the living room. .

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Zhang Twelve originally wanted to write a famous poem, even if it wasn't of the amazing level of "Looking back and smiling at Bai Meisheng, Liugong Fendai has no color", it should be something like "A peerless beauty lives in a secluded valley". It will be amazing to listen to.

But after looking around just now, he felt that there was not a good poem in the audience, and it would be too wasteful to use those famous poems, so he wrote this ancient poem that is not an ancient poem.

This poem is a poem written by a Peking University student named Littlesen on the Poetry and Fu version of Peking University's Weiming bbs. Although the whole poem is relatively simple, compared with the ones written by everyone present - it is a masterpiece. Not too much.

Besides, this poem is put here, but it also fits the occasion.

The maid came back and whispered a few words beside Chen Shi, Chen Shi looked at Zhang Twelve, and then laughed.

After Zhang Twelve finished writing, the competition basically came to an end. Naturally, the top two were him and the boy who wrote the acrostic poems.

This is where ancient people are better than modern people. At least you know that I can’t compare with you, so you can accept it humbly. Like some people in later generations, people talk a lot more ugly, and it’s annoying to think about it.

At this time, Lu Ziliang asked: "Today's top two candidates are Mr. Zhang and Mr. Song. According to the rules we agreed on earlier, Mr. Zhang can choose whether he wants to be a book boy or to be a friend with Mr. Lu." Brother-in-law, husband and wife? Hahaha..."

Everyone also laughed, admiring and envious of Zhang Twelve. In their opinion, as long as Zhang Twelve is not stupid, he will definitely choose to marry Lu Ziliang's wife and sister.

Then the actual situation is that Zhang Twelve really thought about it, and then said sincerely: "Master Lu, I want to be a school boy!"

"Haha, good! That Mr. Zhang is... uh, with the school boy?"

Not only did everyone think so, but even Master Lu himself thought that Zhang Twelve would choose Chen Qiaoxi to marry, but the plot reversed so quickly that he almost didn't realize it.

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen frowned. Could it be that there is no fate?She worriedly looked in the direction of the rolling curtain, whispered a few words to the servant girl, and then the servant girl walked towards the direction of the rolling curtain again.

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"Auntie, don't stop me! I'll go out now and ask that bad guy, why does he reject Auntie?"

"Fu Jing stop making trouble, we have never met each other, why should he agree to marry me?"

"Forehead……"

When Lu Fujing heard this, it seemed to make sense, but... but the image of auntie in her heart was so perfect that all the men who saw her wanted to hold her in their hands. How could anyone be willing to reject her?
Therefore, Lu Fujing couldn't accept Zhang Twelve's performance, the contrast was a bit big, and a pair of big eyes stared at Zhang Twelve hatefully.

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"Master Zhang, are you sure you want to be a school boy?"

Lu Ziliang asked again uncertainly.

"That's right, I came here because of this book boy—isn't it possible? Didn't Master Lu say that he chose randomly?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang is talented and talented, and he is very good as a companion for the dog. If this is the case, then Mr. Song, are you willing to marry a wife and sister?"

"........."

However, Mr. Song, who wrote the Tibetan acrostic poem, did not answer, and was still in a state of bewilderment.

He had the same idea as the others in applying for the job as a book boy, and he wanted to get to know Miss Lu's family through being a book boy. Who would have thought that he would be able to marry Miss Chen right away if he reached the sky in one step?

Before he could even get into a good pose, the pie fell directly from the sky, and some didn't react.

"Song Gongzi, are you willing to marry my sister?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Ziliang thought that he would disagree with this, and that would be really embarrassing.

"Yes, yes! I am honored!"

After reacting, Mr. Song quickly opened his mouth and caught the pie.

(No collection, so sad~~)
(End of this chapter)