When other people at the birthday banquet were already attracted by the conflict in the main hall ahead, at the last row of the courtyard, on a banquet——

A young man was engrossed in eating. He had a chicken leg in his left hand and a pork bone in his right hand, and his mouth was stuffed full of dishes. ﹎Yawen Bar w-w·w`.

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The gentle young man at the side couldn't stand it any longer, so he patted his arm with a folding fan and said softly: "Did my palace not take good care of you?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The young man's mouth was full and his words were slurred. With the veins on his forehead exposed, he struggled to swallow the food in his mouth. He coughed a few times, licked the rice grains from the corner of his mouth and said, "My lord, you didn't bring any money. All the gift money is."

It’s a small one. My monthly salary is only a dozen taels of silver, and the gift is almost a hundred taels of silver. I spent so much money, of course I have to pay it back.”

The young man accidentally said something and exposed his mouth, but no one around them cared about them, so it didn't matter if he said it.

Wow——

The gentle young man covered his face with a folding fan, moved his chair to one side, and pretended not to recognize this person.

In the main hall, Liu Jixin looked stiff.

The Liu family spent a lot of money to invite Du Po Cang Qiong, but they were at a disadvantage as soon as they had a confrontation. Naturally, they were embarrassed.

The king of kings snorted coldly and said in a disdainful tone: "I just thought of this couplet when I entered the mansion. Naturally, it is not as good as that Mr. Li who has been thinking hard for half a day."

What he meant was that Li Xianyuan had been thinking about it for a long time, and it was worse than what he said casually. ﹎雅﹎文吧﹍w·w·w·.

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The old lady opened her eyes slightly, glanced at the eldest lady first, and suddenly said to all the guests: "My good granddaughter has been outstanding in poetry and poetry since she was a child. Later, she has a very high vision. It just so happens that the young people in Wuhou City today

Almost all the talented people are here, why not let her test everyone with a few questions and compete with her peers."

"Grandma..." The eldest lady didn't seem to expect that the old lady would say this. Her perseverance faded away, a blush appeared, and she whispered: "Jin'er is no more than ten..."

"Not too small, not too small.

While I'm still here, I'll help you check it." The old lady narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Why does this... mean something more than recruiting a bride?

The guests present were in an uproar when they came back to their senses. Those young talents stared at the blushing and beautiful young lady, and they all swallowed their saliva. Obediently. If they are really attracted by this young lady of the Li family, they will not only be beautiful.

In his arms, this huge property of the Li family also belongs to himself.

Those merchants who had no children or who had not brought them with them felt regretful. They had missed the opportunity and it was too late to call back now.

The birthday banquet was a lively one, and it was not a big deal to watch.

Parents' orders, matchmaker's words. If the old lady asks Miss Li to choose one of the guests to be her husband, she will definitely not be able to refuse.

Fortunately, the old lady only talked about exchanging poems, leaving a way out. If she was dissatisfied, Miss Li would be able to shirk it by saying "You and I are not suitable" afterwards, and no one could gossip.

The only thing that puzzled her was why her grandmother mentioned this matter without any warning.﹎＿＿﹍Yawen 8 w·w·w=.

-y=a·w·e·n`Grandma has always been steady and wise, and never does unnecessary things.

Before Liu Cixin returned to his seat, his eyes lit up when he heard this. If he could swallow up the Li family's property, no one in the family would be able to gossip. So what if he offended a Guannei Marquis.

In terms of appearance alone, Liu Chixin is really good. She is wearing a maroon moonlight brocade gown, an azure belt tied around her waist, and a pair of peach blossom eyes with a straight figure. She can be considered a talented person.

Liu Shixin bowed respectfully to the old lady on the Imperial Master's chair, and looked eagerly at the young lady beside her: "Please give me some advice, Miss Li!"

Hearing that Miss Li was suspected of recruiting a son-in-law, the young talents in the courtyard rushed into the hall and stood aside wherever they were not seated. The main hall was very lively for a while.

Miss Li couldn't get off the donkey. She bit her lip lightly and looked at the pond in the courtyard, so she could only chant slowly.

"The ripples in the pool are shallow and the waves are shallow."

This couplet is a metaphor for Li Yujin's state of mind at this time. She had no intention of recruiting a son-in-law, and the old lady's words made her feel emotional, but the waves were very shallow.

The talented men were thinking hard when they suddenly heard a familiar voice chanting: "Spun damask and satin wrapped in red silk."

Everyone turned around and found that the speaker was none other than the king of kings.

Liu Jixin's expression changed and she kept winking at her mentor.

She cupped her hands in the distance with a smile on her face, as if to say that beauty does not differentiate between master and disciple.

Reluctantly, Liu Jixin turned her eyes to her father, who was sitting beside her. However, his father was also indifferent and watched all this indifferently.

Liu Chixin had no choice but to grit his teeth, secretly curse those who seek fame and reputation, and read out his own couplet: "The night sky is lonely and the moonlight is thick!"

No matter how neat and neat the second couplet is, it is not as good as Du Po Cang Qiong. It makes a judgment between superior and inferior. The surrounding chatter can be faintly heard, and Du Po Cang Qiong looks proud: "I, Wang Qingyuan, have met Miss Li."

All the guests now know Dui Po Cang Qiong’s true name.

Li Yujin's face showed a trace of disgust, and she suppressed the only ripple in her heart. Li ignored it and said: "Flowers falling in the wind are not the original intention."

This metaphor is even more obvious. Miss Li bluntly said that she had no intention of recruiting a son-in-law, but just to cater to the old lady. If the first picture had some meaning, this second picture completely gave it away.

"I got it!" Miss Li had just finished speaking, fearing that the cheap master would steal the limelight again, and Liu Xixin immediately shouted out.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but look at him. Did he do it so quickly?

"I, I, I..." Liu Cixin shouted out in desperation. There was no good connection.

Seeing so many people, my face felt hot, and I hurriedly replied: "I don't miss the river water!"

Liu Chixin's artistic conception is there this time, but the meaning of the expression...

"Mr. Liu, since you are no longer lovesick, why are you still writing the second line?" Someone teased. Normally, they might be a little jealous, and no one wants to see the Liu family annex the Li family and become bigger.

Several more people stepped forward to answer the couplets, but unfortunately they either didn't rhyme and had no artistic conception, or the artistic conception didn't match.

In the end, everyone looked at Wang Qingyuan in unison.

Although all the young people were unwilling to do so, he was the only one present who had the best chance.

Wang Qingyuan's fat face was full of calculations, he pinched his slender beard and said with a smile: "I am right: the cold water in winter does not melt in spring. Miss, what do you think?"

Flowers falling in the wind are not the intention.

The melting water in cold winter does not change with spring.

The neat and tidy artistic conception is both ordinary and uneven, and it is a perfect match. It is greeted with admiration.

The red-faced man from before shouted again: "It is indeed a match that breaks the sky. The seven-step match is a wonderful couplet. No wonder it can force the great scholar of the current dynasty to vomit blood."

Wang Qingyuan cupped his hands in all directions and said with an air of humility: "Brother, you are serious. I exchanged knowledge with that gentleman that day and proposed a couplet. Unexpectedly, the gentleman got so angry that he vomited three liters of blood on the spot. I still admire you very much.

His character and knowledge."

He was clearly exonerating the great scholar, but he was secretly promoting himself.

Li Yujin was even more disgusted. She had always disliked people who were seeking fame and reputation.

"He vomited three liters of blood. With so much blood, the person must be dead."
Chapter completed!