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Chapter 192 This Woman Is Really Wicked (4)
When Lian Xiangjin and Lian Xiangyuan saw that Xianglai had really been fooled, they winked and murmured.Lian Xiangyuan said: "Look, she is going to write, I don't know what to write."

Lian Xiangjin whispered: "I really don't know how to live or die. Even if I can write it, it must be nonsense. If you read it, don't make people laugh out loud."

Although their voices were low, they were still unavoidably heard, and they looked at Xianglai with a strange look. People with a little brains began to figure out that if they could manage a business as big as Tianxiang, this Xianglai shouldn't be a Stupid people, could they be so stupid as to bring shame on themselves?
But some brainless people have the same idea as Lian Xiangjin and Lian Xiangyuan, just waiting to see Xianglai's jokes.

At this time, Xianglai didn't care about the opinions of these people. She lowered her head and wondered what she wanted to write, whether to write Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu", Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal", or Write Yuan Zhen's "Zeng Canghai was perilous as water, except Wushan is not a cloud"?No, it's too shocking to write such a famous sentence through the ages. If I don't think I can give myself a title of poet fairy or something, I'm sorry for the ancients. I'd better write a low-key one.

After much deliberation, she saw the two dice on the silver plate at a glance, raised her brows, and thought, "Yes, let's play this song!"
So the tip of the pen moved lightly, and wrote four lines of poems like flowing clouds and flowing water. After finishing writing, he rested the pen, shook it lightly, and rolled up the paper halfway after the ink was dry, saying: "It's finished, hand it over to the scripture officer."

When she was writing, even Xiangyin and Miss Ning, who sat on both sides of her, stretched their heads to look at it. Although they didn't see it clearly, they got a general idea. They couldn't help being surprised at the same time, with expressions of disbelief.

Seeing Xianglai stretching out his hand, the servant in charge of delivering the paper walked over to take the poetry stick and turned around to present it to Luo Jinxing.

Seeing that Jiu Ling went to Xianglai, Luo Jinxing was also worried about her, thinking about how he would rescue her if she couldn't handle it, but he couldn't help being curious when he saw that Xianglai looked confident.

Since he knew Xianglai, he had seen many accidents, and now he thought to himself: Could this magical woman give him an accident this time?So he didn't act rashly, and when he saw the poem signed in front of him, he was a little excited. Based on his understanding of Xianglai, if she couldn't write a poem, she would definitely make a big mistake and make fun of everyone. Fan, so I took the poem sign and started to watch it.

But what he saw was quite beyond his expectation, and he saw a seven-jue poem with strict rhythm written in neat and elegant lowercase letters: Light the lamp at the bottom of the well and deep candles, Gong Lang Chang Xing Mo Go.Linglong dice An Hongdou, lovesickness deep in the bones.

Luo Jinxing stood there holding the letter paper in a daze. The poem was written so well that there was nothing to say.

This kind of thinking, if it wasn't for a woman who loves someone so much, she would definitely not be able to write it out. Don't miss the deadline, I don't know... Who is it talking about?yourself?But when I often said goodbye to her for many years, did she ever miss her so deeply?Have you ever hoped that you would not miss the default meeting date?
He was in a daze here, the people who were waiting to listen to Xiang Lai's poems were anxious, wondering what was going on with the officer?Why do you just look at the poem but not read it? Could it be that the poem written by Ms. Lian Jiaxin is really too unsightly for the prince to bother to read it?
Lian Xiangjin and Lian Xiangyuan were the most anxious of all. Both of them were waiting to see Xianglai make a fool of themselves, but Luo Jinxing didn't speak. The two were so anxious that they muttered in low voices. Lian Xiangjin said: "This is What's the matter? Read it, and see what kind of junk Lian Xianglai made!"

Lian Xiangyuan guessed: "It is estimated that the son is soft-hearted and doesn't want to make Lian Xianglai embarrassing in public, so I am embarrassed to read..."

Others didn't dare to speak out, but Luo Han couldn't help urging: "Brother, don't just look at it for yourself, read it and let us appreciate the masterpiece of third cousin!"

Although Lu Fusheng didn't know how to compose poetry, he liked to listen to others read it, so he said anxiously: "Yes, my lord, you should read it out for everyone to listen to!"

With their urging, Luo Jinxing came back to his senses, and suddenly his face turned crimson.

Only now did he know why Lu Fu was embarrassed when he read Lian Xiangyin's love poems just now. It turns out that it is extremely embarrassing to show the poems of his beloved woman to him in public.

Thinking about it, he pondered for a while, handed the poem stick to the servant who sent the paper, and said, "Let Mrs. Lu Shao read this poem."

Seeing him blushing, everyone who didn't know the inside story was even more imaginative, thinking that Lian Xianglai's love poems must be too explicit, embarrassing the prince?
While speaking, the servant had already passed the poem stick to Lian Xiangyin.

Lian Xiangyin looked at the poem carefully with a stick in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel discouraged. She originally wanted to use this name to make things difficult for Lian Xianglai, but now seeing that the poems written by others were many times higher than her own, now Lian Xianglai Not only did he not make a fool of himself, but he even became a foil for others.

But no matter how unwilling she was, she could only read the poem word by word under the eager eyes of everyone.

The people present were not all idiots, but there were also a few who were really knowledgeable. After listening to it, they clapped their hands and applauded, praising Xianglai's poems for being well written and sincerely expressing the woman's longing and admiration for the person she loves. .

Lian Xiangjin and Lian Xiangyuan were stunned after hearing this, they couldn't figure out why a woman who crawled out of a ravine had such talent?
When they were surprised, another round of wine orders began. The servant who threw the dice had been instructed by Lian Xiangyin to throw the dice to Xianglai. The dice rolled a few times and landed exactly on 23.

After listening to him report the points, everyone's eyes turned to Xianglai again, wanting to see what kind of poems this young lady from the Lian family can write this time, and whether she will write another amazing poem Come on.

Xiang Lai sat there shaking her head slightly, thinking again, it seemed that they were not going to stop unless they forced themselves to shock the world, so she wrote again.

But before she took her pen back from the inkstone, Luo Jinxing, who was sitting on the main seat, shouted, "Wait!"

Everyone didn't know why Luo Jinxing stopped him, and they all looked at him strangely.

But at this moment, Luo Jinxing's eyes fell on the dice.

He had wondered why the number of the dice was always changing between twenty or so. It wasn't until the servant rolled the dice just now that he discovered that one of the dice didn't jump much after it fell and stopped directly at the "two" point. And the servant seemed to be able to control the other one, so he rolled the number that matched Xianglai for the second time.

(End of this chapter)