Anyway, she must not tell her sister about participating in the Seizure Society, otherwise she would be in trouble!

"My husband?" Su Wanmiao was even more confused. Du Bai seemed to be more confused in her impression.

"Yeah." Su Zhirou nodded quickly, looking absolutely true, afraid that she would not believe it, so she whispered, "Maybe you can meet that big man through him, which will also be of some help to our Su family..."

This is also the main reason why she will bring up this matter. She also hopes to help her sister so that she won’t have to work so hard.

Su Wanmiao seemed to be a little surprised to hear this from her sister. Her beautiful eyes were flowing, but she smiled and shook her head slightly: "No need, since she is my husband's friend, then my husband will naturally have plans. If we go to make friends with this name, we will end up being inferior, which makes the other party look down on her and will also lose face of her husband in front of her friend."

"This..." Su Zhirou knew that she had misunderstood, but she couldn't just say that she had lied just now. She had to sit back with a little aggrieved, thinking that she would tell Du Bai after she got back that if they were too late and left, it would be too late.

After a while, the dance was almost over, and Miss Yue Ning also sat aside playing the piano and took a break. At this time, other literary and talented people who had been waiting for a long time began to cheer up, because next was their home court.

Soon, the voice of the servant in charge of passing the message came from the second floor: "Old Xu has a word, the scene is so grand tonight, and it is so beautiful. I believe that all the talents have been waiting for a long time. Welcome to relax your Chinese talent and add a little more lively tonight."

"Any gentleman who has written the poem can be handed over to the maid next to him and handed over to Mr. Xu to read. If he gets Mr. Xu's praise, he can read it in public, adding a good story!"

Everyone had been waiting for a long time. When they heard these words, they wanted to write poems and take the lead. After all, the first few were quite fresh and might be more likely to be praised by Mr. Xu. If it was too late, Mr. Xu might be annoyed, and even good poems would be no longer interesting.

As many books are read, people naturally have some scheming.

As for what topic is? This question is naturally more obvious to you. The most important thing tonight is the Lantern Festival. Mr. Xu also likes the excitement, so he just writes the Lantern Festival!

Soon, the poems were released one after another, and they were handed over to the maids to Xu Lao on the second floor to read.

Although there are many competitors, as the saying goes, literati are neglecting each other. They all feel that they are extremely inspiring tonight. The poems and sentences they write are so beautiful that even if they can't rank first, they can be second. It will definitely make Mr. Xu amazed at his literary talent!

But obviously the facts will disappoint most people.

After many poems were sent to the papers written with poems, there were only a few poems that were actually sung by the servant, which means that most of them were out of the list.

"I see that the poem just now is not very good, and the rhymes are not accurate..."

The literati who was read the poem was naturally more energetic, and looked proud, and wanted to write the poem on his face and tell others that it was his poem. But those who were not read were a little jealous, saying some sour words and looked disdainful.

This time, the poem is not limited to one. As long as you can write a hundred poems within this period of time, you can submit them. So after the first poem fell, some unwilling scholars began to reconceive and write again, hoping that this time they could give you a chance to turn things around!

The maid who was responsible for delivering poems was naturally busy. She was a little tired after reading up and down several times, but she didn't dare to complain.

But when she passed by the corridor again, she was a little slower because she was a little tired, but her eyes accidentally fell on a little inconspicuous little thing on the ground - a rather exquisite tip.

"This is……"

She was puzzled and wanted to bend over to pick it up, but just picked it up, a piece of rolled up paper fell out of it. There seemed to be words on it, which made her slightly stunned.

She was illiterate, but when she saw that the words on the paper were arranged neatly, it seemed to be a poem, so she simply put them into the poems handed over by the scholars and handed them over to Mr. Xu.

At this moment, in the Su family room, Su Wanmiao listened to the poems of those literati, but she felt that it was just that. Although she did not know much about this, the poems her husband occasionally blurted out, even people like her could feel the beautiful artistic conception, which must be excellent poems!

In contrast, the poems of the literati present at this moment seemed a little more mediocre, but instead made her miss her husband's appearance, and her little mouth couldn't help but slightly curl up a little beautiful curve.

But when she reached out to take out the tip of the suitcase containing her husband's ink pen, she accidentally felt a blank, which made her face change slightly!

"It's gone! How come it's gone?!"

She couldn't help but get up and searched carefully in the room, but she didn't see any trace of the tip, as if she had disappeared, which made her feel a little indifferent and her eyes were blurred.

"Sister...Sister, don't worry, what are you looking for?" Su Zhirou was frightened by her sudden reaction, and she didn't care about tasting the desserts on the table, so she hurriedly got up and supported her.

"The secret bag... my husband gave it to me..." Su Wanmiao said with a trembling voice, and suddenly she paused. She vaguely recalled that she seemed to have bumped into a maid when she went upstairs. Could it be that it was broken?

"Will it..."

She hurriedly wanted to run out, but Su Zhirou and the maids beside her had not figured out the situation yet, but at this moment she looked flustered and could only follow her to avoid any accidents.

However, just as Su Wanmiao stepped out of the door, the sound of the servant singing poems coming from a distance made her feet pause in an instant, and she turned her head in disbelief and looked in his direction.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze supports the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, they would meet the Yaochi under the moon..."

"Is it the poem written by my husband to her?!" Su Wanmiao did not come back to her senses for a moment. She didn't understand why the poem was handed to Mr. Xu and sang it!

At the same time, as the servant sang the complete poem, many literati on the first floor calmed down.

Whether it was originally conceiving poems, talking about which poem was better, or saying some sour words, they all calmed down at this moment, staring blankly at the direction of the second floor, with a look of surprise.

Miao Book House
Chapter completed!