Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2587 You Are My Hero (21)

Looking at the miserable Jin Qing, Lin Dachui really didn't want to discuss the question of whether he was stupid or not.

Lowering his head and quietly drawing himself as an ordinary-looking maid, Lin Dachui frowned and pondered: what method should be used to make Jin Qing shut up at the banquet.

Lin Xiangyun looked at Lin Dachui's appearance curiously, and whispered to Jin Qing: "If I can look as beautiful as her, I will definitely not play ugly on purpose."

Jin Qing reached out and patted Lin Xiangyun on the head: "You are normal!" At least the aesthetics are normal.

Lin Sledgehammer: "." The next time you speak ill of me, can I trouble you to speak behind my back.

And she didn't make her face like this to protect these two guys.

Regarding his appearance, Lin Dachui was very confident.

If she didn't cover up her appearance, the Lin family sisters would never be able to stop.

Outside the Jingyuan Hou Mansion, the carriages of each family have already stopped, and they will park the carriages in the designated positions of the Hou Mansion in order.

In addition to the gate, the Jingyuan Hou Mansion also opened east and west side gates.

There is a reviewer standing at the intersection, who will decide where to introduce the guests to the Fuchu according to the specifications of the post.

Lin Buqing sent the post in her arms to the reviewer with a blank expression, wishing she could sneak in with shame in her heart.

It's embarrassing, really embarrassing.

The reviewer was also a good-natured person. He didn't react when he saw this gold sticker without gold leaf.

He just let the steward do the work and invited people in through the main entrance.

There are only titles in the capital, and there are many poor people.

It's not the first time this kind of situation has happened, it's just that most people are shameless, and what they do is not so blatant.

Perhaps it has something to do with the family tradition of the Jingyuanhou Mansion, this so-called poetry competition is more like a symposium.

Marquis Jingyuan sat at the head of the throne, and sitting on both sides of him were four contemporary Confucian scholars.

The first few rows of tables facing each other at the bottom of Hou Jingyuan, vegetables and fruits were placed on the table.

There are male guests sitting on the left, and female guests sitting on the right. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a well-behaved banquet.

Jin Qing was placed at the bottom of the first row, and at the tables to her left sat the county head, the daughter of the Duke of the State, and other high-status ladies.

At this time, the banquet hall was quiet, Jing Yuanhou looked around in satisfaction, said a few polite words, and left the venue first.

And those four Confucian scholars stayed behind to act as referees.

After Jing Yuanhou left, the tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed a lot.

Everyone is well aware of the purpose of this poetry competition.

The people in Qing'an are civilized, and as long as they meet each other, the official media can come to propose marriage.

And this poetry competition in Jingyuanhou Mansion is definitely a good opportunity to meet each other.

Although there are no games such as garden tours and pot throwing.

But it can bring everyone together in one place, so that you can get closer to the person you like more realistically.

Thinking of this, the men were ready to move, and they couldn't wait to show themselves on stage.

Seeing that the men were about to go on stage and open their screens, Jin Qing stretched out his hand and swiped Lin Dahammer beside him: "When will the food be served?"

The corners of Lin Dachui's eyes twitched, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry again?" Is this person a straight man?

Jin Qing looked at Lin Dachui in surprise: "I came here hungry!" How could I be full at home.

Lin Dachui's face twisted into a ball: What should I do, I feel that this ancestor came here to embarrass himself.

At the same time, the fourth prince, who was sitting in the courtyard, was listening attentively to the movement outside the courtyard.

What can be heard, but only the slight sound of the wind.

The fourth prince frowned, and asked the robust eunuch who was cleaning the fallen leaves: "Fugui, isn't there a banquet, why is it so quiet?"

Fu Gui sighed lightly: "Your Highness, if you want to see it, this servant will carry you there."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the fourth prince: "No."

How could he, a dying person, spoil the interest of others.

Hearing the fourth prince's refusal, Fugui was silent for a while, and then muttered in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has always cared about your health, and you will make him sad."

The fourth prince didn't speak any more, and the courtyard became quiet again.

Thinking that the fourth prince had fallen asleep, Fugui filled the charcoal basin with a few more pieces of charcoal, and then turned to continue cleaning the yard.

After a long time, a soft word suddenly floated in the air: "Because you don't worry, you have more concern."

Fugui paused: What?
But when he turned his head, he saw that the fourth prince seemed to be fast asleep.

Fugui picked his ears, did he hear wrong just now!
At this time, Jin Qing was looking at Lin Dachui persistently: "I'm hungry."

Lin Dachui gritted his teeth, and suddenly bent down as if picking up something.

When he straightened up again, Lin Dachui quickly stuffed a big steamed bun into Jin Qing's hand: "Eat it while it's hot!"

Looking at Lin Dachui's collapsed chest, Jin Qing said, "You still have one left!"

Lin Sledgehammer: "." What's the matter, you still have to give me a hook!

Just when Jin Qing was dawdling, wanting Lin Dachui to take out the other steamed bun, Lin Xiangyun beside him suddenly hiccupped loudly.

She was frightened by this astonishing scene, how did Lin Dahammer's one turn into a steamed bun!
Lin Xiangyun's sudden movement shocked everyone present.

The four leading Confucian scholars also frowned, this little girl is simply an insult to gentleness.

Lin Xiangyun also found that she became the focus of everyone, but the more anxious she became, the more she couldn't control it. Hiccups protruded from her throat one after another, and it was even difficult to breathe.

Lin Dachui naturally had a way to relieve Lin Xiangyun, but at this time, she was under the eyes of everyone, and her chest still collapsed.
Lin Xiangyun's cheeks were flushed, and she covered her mouth with all her strength, but there was still a muffled noise in her throat, and even her shoulders trembled.

Jin Qing had already finished eating the steamed buns, and was thinking about which angle to take a picture of Lin Xiangyun to help Lin Xiangyun stop hiccupping.

And 707 was screaming to stop Jin Qing: "Host, don't do it, if you slap, the mission target will die."

Okay, it's exaggerated, but at least it has to be a broken bone.

Jin Qing stopped when he heard the words, and brought the teapot to Lin Xiangyun: "Take a sip."

Lin Xiangyun didn't care so much, grabbed the teapot, stuffed it into his mouth, and then spit it out with a puff.

Burn her to death!

The big Confucianist above had already started blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, when a mocking voice suddenly came from the female guest: "This idiot's younger sister is indeed a little idiot!"

After finishing speaking, there was a muffled laugh from the female guest's side.

Jin Qing tilted his head and saw a little girl in red looking at her triumphantly.

After carefully identifying the person, Lin Dachui leaned close to Jin Qing's ear: "This is the seventh girl from General Dingyuan's residence, and she and Feng Xiaoxiao are cousins."

Judging from this posture, he should have come here to find trouble.

Seeing Jin Qing looking at her, the little girl raised her head even higher: "Look at me, if you want to prove that you are not a fool, then write a poem to prove it!"

707: "." Host, three hundred Tang poems are ready, let's go!
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I want to start an original farming novel, what kind of heroine do you like.

(End of this chapter)