Reborn as the white moonlight of the tyrannical prince

Chapter 184
Liu Bingfan rolled her eyes, her nightingale-like voice was light and melodious, and everyone felt slightly relieved: "It's not interesting for me to write poems by myself. All of you here have been practicing literature and martial arts since childhood, why don't we all write poems? How about one? Maybe you can find a good poem."

Then she turned to look at He Lifen, and asked, "What do Miss He think?"

Young Master Evergrande's eyes lit up, he retracted his fan, and slapped it on the palm of his left hand. He especially agreed: "This proposal is good. In the past, only a few of us competed with each other. Now everyone can participate."

After Mr. Hengda finished speaking, he recruited the officials around him, explained a few words, and asked them to prepare pens, ink, papers and inkstones and distribute them to everyone.

He Lifen never expected that Liu Bingfan would come up with such a trick, even the young master Hou Fuheng had spoken, so she couldn't speak well.

The eyes of the lady from the family who can't write poetry immediately turned to He Lifen.

If He Lifen didn't force Liu Bingfan to compose poems, there would be no business for them at this time. If they don't do well, they will only make people laugh in the future, which is simply hateful.

"The pen and paper will come later. If Miss Liu doesn't mind, you can go first." Hengda Shao pointed to the desk in the middle.

A cold light flashed in Liu Bingfan's eyes, he didn't hold back, and said with a smile, "I'll make a fool of myself first, if I didn't do well, don't make fun of me."

There is a wide-sleeved dance in the front, and there are two huge works in the back, and now I have to write poems on the spot.

Everyone held their breath and leaned forward to look at Liu Bingfan who was in front of the case.

After Liu Bingfan picked up the pen, he put it down again, and called out to Liu Ningmeng: "Let me tell, you write."

Liu Ningmeng has good calligraphy, which the Qu family is proud of.

Liu Bingfan thought of Liu Ningmeng's ending in her previous life, and out of pity, she wanted to support her.

If her good handwriting could be seen by others, would the ending be different?

Liu Ningmeng lowered her head, a little nervous.

Liu Bingfan reached out to hold Liu Ningmeng's hand, and said softly: "Believe in yourself, your handwriting is the most beautiful."

Liu Ningmeng felt relieved instantly as if she had received a reassurance spell. She nodded to Liu Bingfan and waited while writing.

Liu Bingfan had a smile in his eyes, and after a moment of contemplation, he said: "Before the Buddha, I worship and pray for psychics, and I only hope that Qiansi will understand."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Liu Xianhui's eyes widened instantly, with an expression of disbelief.

He Lifen regretted it even more.

Liu Bingfan looked down at Liu Ningmeng finished writing, and continued to read: "There is no way to send the written words, and I never stop thinking about home."

Suddenly felt that what I said was a bit sad, so I quickly changed my tone and said: "The flowers bloom, the rich and the chrysanthemums show their affection, and the autumn scenery in the garden is pitiful."

"Listen to all the songs, dances, poems and paintings, and enjoy the feast and joy."

After finishing the last point, Liu Ningmeng picked up the pen, looked at a heptadic poem on the paper, tears filled her eyes, and abruptly put it away.

Everyone was shocked, because Liu Bingfan not only wrote poems, but also a seven-character verse.

Looking at Liu Ningmeng's characters again, the fonts are staggered, big and small, open and close, the thickness of the lines changes obviously, and there are ups and downs.

It's amazing.

Liu Xianhui was extremely frantic in her heart. Not only did Liu Bingfan get the limelight, but now she even got attention with Liu Ningmeng.

Hengda Shao picked up the paper and put it in front of his eyes.

"Before the Buddha, I worship and pray for psychics, I only hope that thousands of threads will understand; I can't send my pens and books, and I will never stop thinking about my home in Beijing; the flowers bloom, the rich and the chrysanthemums show their love, and the autumn scenery in the garden is pitiful; I listen to all the songs, dances, poems and paintings, and the banquet is full of joy. Joy is all about.”

After reading, he looked up at Liu Bingfan.

Between the lines in the poem, there is confusion, yearning, and full of thoughts. Even though the last two paragraphs tell about the banquet, you can still feel her loneliness.

Young Master Evergrande took pity on Liu Bingfan for the past ten years, looked at the poem in front of him, and admired her in his eyes, "Miss Liu is really a genius, good poems, good poems."

Liu Bingfan's all kinds of thoughts are not those ten years, but the previous 27 years.

Liu Bingfan nodded with a smile, "I'm overwhelmed. In front of Young Master Evergrande, I'm just playing tricks."

(End of this chapter)