Although I felt depressed that night, boating on the lake in the hazy night and in the company of beautiful women made me happy. General Lin was a very tolerant person. After drinking a few glasses of fine wine, tasting Xian'er's little lips, and bickering with his master sister, his mood calmed down and he could no longer remember what he had experienced.
When I woke up early the next morning, it was already bright. The golden sunlight shone through the screen window of the boat and fell on the ground, forming golden holes. It was really beautiful. The couple hugging each other on the bed, bathed in the golden light, felt warm all over, feeling indescribably warm and comfortable.
"It's a brand new day!" Lin Wanrong shouted, with a smile on his face, he stretched his waist, stretched his neck, and the quilt covering him slipped off.
Qin Xian'er, who was nestled in his arms, let out a cry, her long eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, with a hot blush on her pretty face. She stretched out her snow-white arms, hugged his neck tightly, and exhaled. Ru Lan said: "Ms. sir, it's still early. Let's sleep a little longer."
Lin Wanrong touched a handful of her pepper breasts and said with a smile: "The day's plan is in the morning. When you touch the fairy, it's spring. Don't sleep anymore. Don't sleep anymore. Go and bask in the sun."
"I hate it—" Qin Xian'er cried out with a red face, but there was surprise in her eyebrows: "Ms. sir, are you okay?"
"Of course it's okay. What can happen to me!" Lin Wanrong smiled.
"My husband, I like your temperament that is not afraid of anything the most." Qin Xianer said with a smile.
Lin Wanrong said in her ear: "Little darling, how about I take you to find Qiaoqiao? You two sisters will serve your husband together at night."
"It's so bad -" Qin Xianer's face turned red and she didn't dare to speak. She doesn't get along with other women, but she has no complaints about Qiaoqiao. Perhaps Qiaoqiao's gentle and lovely temperament suits her.
Xianer and her husband joked for a while. Seeing that he was in great spirits and seemed to be a completely different person from the depressed one last night, I felt relieved and obediently helped him dress and bathe.
Lin Wanrong glanced around at the magnificent boat, nodded and said: "Xian'er, your dowry is really generous. In a few days, when I have some free time, I will buy some houses in Jinling and we can live in a few of them." , the rest is to engage in real estate, increase the housing prices in Jinling, and we can make a lot of money sitting on the land."
Qin Xian'er smiled and said, "Ms. sir, do you have so much money?"
This girl, dare to look down on me, hey, Lin Wanrong laughed twice, touched her soft buttocks hard, and said: "Your husband, I have a lot of money, but it is now stored in the Xiao family. I will start buying land and a house in a few days. Then I will marry more wives, have more babies, and become a happy god."
Qin Xianer hummed: "How many wives do you want to marry? I won't let them in."
It's not up to you whether you get in or not. The couple joked for a while and then came out of the cabin, only to see An Biru standing on the bow of the ship, holding a sword in his hand and waving it in the wind like a dragon or a dragon. The sword is powerful and sparkles with the wind.
Lin Wanrong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "So mean, so mean. My sister is really good at practicing."
An Biru sheathed her sword and calmed down. Seeing the obscene smile on his face, she knew that he had no good intentions, and smiled: "I can't practice this sword as well as my little brother. You are the real bitch, you bastard." Love is so cheap, geez—"
There was really nothing to say to this sister. Qin Xianer covered her lips and smiled softly, and asked: "Ms. sir, didn't you say there was something urgent when you rushed back to Jinling? What are you going to do?"
After saying this, Lin Wanrong suddenly remembered that today was the opening day of the poetry competition. He had promised Luo Ning to participate, but he didn't know where the poetry competition would be held. Qiaoqiao had always helped Luo Ning with the sponsorship matters, and he had never intervened at all.
"You don't believe me." Lin Wanrong sighed: "Actually, I rushed back to Jinling to participate in the poetry competition."
"Pfft." Qin Xian'er and An Biru laughed sweetly at the same time. Xian'er was fine, but An Biru couldn't help but said: "Poetry competition? Little brother, you are so elegant? You are not my sister. Look at you, can you write poetry?"
I was born to be wet. Lin Wanrong chuckled and said with a grimace: "I know it won't happen, but someone forced me to come and I promised. I can't lose my integrity. This is the foundation of my footing."
"Ms. sir, the person you promised must be a woman. Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked your life to come back." Qin Xian'er pouted.
Xian'er understands me. She is indeed a wonderful person who has slept with me for a few days. Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I'll tell you this later. I'm going out now. Xian'er, will you come with me?" ?"
Qin Xian'er bit her red lips lightly and hummed: "You go to meet your sweetheart, what should I do if I don't make you unhappy? I also have something to do today. You are out having fun and just having fun, that's all. But don't bring that woman home. The threshold of our Lin family is high, and not just any girl can come in."
Sweat, as expected, like a teacher, like a disciple, the style is really the same fierce. Xian'er stopped pestering him, and Lin Wanrong felt a little strange. This girl offered not to follow her. It was obviously not her style. What on earth was more important than her husband.
After the boat docked, Lin Wanrong jumped out of the boat and said goodbye to Xian'er's master and apprentice. It wasn't until the two beauties were out of sight that he nodded secretly. When he came back this time, he asked Qiaoqiao to buy a few villas in Jinling. There shouldn't be too many rooms, just one for one morning would be enough for his wife and son. , barely enough.
On the third day after his wedding to Qiaoqiao, he left Jinling. More than half a month passed without even sending a letter to Qiaoqiao. After I came back last night, I was so shocked that I hugged Xian'er and slept all night. Thinking about it, I feel sorry for Qiaoqiao's girl. Feeling guilty, he headed straight to the restaurant.
He didn't know it until he saw it, but he was shocked when he saw it. As he walked on the street, there were many slogans and banners of poetry competitions posted on both sides, and the signs of "Food is immortal" were embellished on the bottom. As he had imagined in advance, there were no advertisements. Everywhere.
The inns on both sides were filled with talented people from all over the country. Not only were the restaurants and accommodations full, but I heard that even the business along the Qinhuai River had doubled. The old madams were already laughing, and they really followed the old saying that prosperity leads to prostitution. There are all kinds of talented people coming and going on the street. Some have stayed for a few days, and some have just arrived from other places. From time to time, there are surprised sounds of old friends meeting each other, brothers and sisters. As a matter of fact, poetry must be discussed in every conversation. For a time, the sound of poetry was heard everywhere in Jinling City.
How could this Jinling Poetry Contest have such great charm? Talented people from both sides of the Yangtze River in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and even from the capital, who knew two words, actually came here. The atmosphere was simply too warm.
He wondered for a while and then smiled, the more people there, the better. My advertising campaign is no joke. The second store in Jinling is about to open. In a few days, I will make a plan with Qiao to open a few branches in the capital. I will find Qingxuan and solve Xianer's problem. Love Gu realizes the dream of a family reunited in the capital.
He walked forward triumphantly, but when he arrived at the restaurant, he didn't see Qiaoqiao at all. Even Dong Qingshan and his father-in-law didn't know where they were. After asking a few clerks in the store, I learned that due to the large number of people participating in this year's poetry contest, the number of things to prepare for sponsorship has also increased a lot. Qiao Qiao and they have all gone to the poetry contest to make arrangements since yesterday.
So that's it. Lin Wanrong let out a long sigh of relief. A poetry contest can actually attract so many people. These talented people are quite coquettish.
Lin Wanrong didn't have much interest in this poetry event. If he hadn't thought about Luo Ning's sincerity, he wouldn't have bothered to take care of this matter. But now that I'm back, I have to go see it no matter what. Whether I can write poetry is another matter. As the old saying goes, the most important thing is to participate!
He came downstairs, but he didn't know where he was going - where was this poetry competition held? All this time, he had only known about this incident, but never knew where this literary event was held. It was really embarrassing to think about it.
Just as he was about to stop someone and ask, he suddenly heard the sound of a gong. Two groups of officials, each with more than fifty people, were walking in front, holding various plaques high and walking side by side. The appearance was very spectacular. A yamen servant walking in the front struck the gong and sang loudly: "A grand event in the literary world, flowers fall in Jinling. The Jinling Poetry Competition is well-known in the Chinese Dynasty. Mr. Luo, the Governor of Jiangsu, and Mr. Yinhou of Jinling Prefecture welcome talents from all over the world." Come."
This group of officials were dressed in fiery red uniforms, and the line was long, making them very eye-catching. Lin Wanrong secretly laughed in his heart. Wasn't it just a poetry competition? How could this old Luo publicize it everywhere, lest others didn't know that he was quite naughty. There were hundreds of people here. Looking at the bright red team, he suddenly thought of Tao Wanying. Why didn't he see her in such a lively scene? Could it be that he was dating Mr. Hou?
"Hey, brother -" Lin Wanrong grabbed a servant passing by. This blue shirt looked friendly. The servant world has always been a concentrated source and divergence of gossip, so he chose such a talent: "Brother Lin San, I would like to ask -"
"Tch..." The servant looked at him with disdain and said with disdain: "You look like this, you still want to pretend to be Brother Lin, the idol of our Jinling servant world, and you don't even urinate and take pictures. I was in Xiao last month." I've met Third Brother at home and even had drinks with him. He's so beautiful and beautiful, so there's no way a kid like you can imitate him——"
"Oh, that's right. Third brother is so tall and tall, how can I fake it? My younger brother said the opposite, my name is San Lin. I would like to ask this brother, what is the origin of this poetry competition and how is it done? It's so lively!" Lin Wanrong said modestly.
The servant nodded with satisfaction, patted his shoulder and said, "You just came to Jinling, right?"
"That's right, that's right. As expected, my brother's eyesight is sharp and he can see clearly." Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs up.
"That's natural. I had a drink with Third Brother." The servant Gungun said proudly: "Since ancient times, our Jinling has been blessed with abundant resources and outstanding people. Miss Luo, the most beautiful and talented girl in Jinling, and our Third Brother Lin are among them. Two wonderful flowers."
Lin Wanrong hurriedly interrupted him and said: "Brother, please focus on this poetry competition. How come there are so many talented people participating?"
"What a fuss!" The servant glanced at him and said, "Miss Luo Ning is not only the most talented woman in Jinling, but also the most beautiful woman in Jinling. She is also the daughter of Lord Luo, the governor of Jiangsu. She was born into a wealthy family and is as beautiful as a flower. She wants to choose Son-in-law, all the talented people in the world are rushing here like crazy!"
"You mean, Miss Luo might choose a son-in-law through this poetry competition?" Lin Wanrong asked. He had heard the news before leaving and was not sure at the time.
"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty. Even the notices have been posted, and no one in Jinling City knows about it," the servant said.
Are the notices out? Poetry competition to choose a son-in-law? Damn, this is a difficult job. I can't do it. That girl Luo Ning already has high standards, but Lao Luo still comes up with such a bad idea. The father and daughter are each a pervert.
"What did the notice say?" Remembering the scene where Luo Ning saw each other off at the top of the mountain before joining the army, he felt hot again and asked anxiously.
"The notice says that Miss Luo is in her twenties, loves poetry, and has great admiration for scholars all over the world. I would like to take this opportunity of the Jinling Poetry Competition to choose a good match for Miss Luo. As long as she is of the same age and considers herself talented and knowledgeable, she will You can sign up to participate. That's why talented people from all over the world are flocking here - hey, you guys are also here to participate in the poetry competition, right?" said the servant.
"What the hell, I can't even read a few words. Isn't it embarrassing to participate in this poetry competition?" Lin Wanrong said hurriedly.
"That's true. This poetry competition hosts talented people from all over the world. If you sign up, you are guaranteed to make people laugh. Do you think it is so easy to take the exam as Miss Luo's husband? Miss Luo prescribed it. There are three conditions, firstly, she must be talented, and secondly, she must like it. With these two points, she must give a question and take the test herself. Only if she answers the question can she be paired with her. Can you do it, you?" the servant said disdainfully.
What's wrong with being a man? Lin Wanrong laughed twice, patted the servant on the shoulder and said: "Thank you, brother. I will ask the third brother to treat you to a drink another day."
After inquiring about these things, Lin Wanrong was still doubtful, but he was not so blind. After taking a few steps forward, he saw a sign with a line of large characters - "Poetry Contest Reception". Several people who looked like masters were sitting upright. When they saw him coming, they stood up quickly and said, "Please give me your number and famous thorn, Master!"
Numbers and name tattoos? What number? Lin Wanrong was puzzled, and the master explained: "Oh, it's the number given to you when you passed the preliminary examination. Please show it."
First test? Damn it, when did I have a first fucking test? That girl Luo Ning didn't tell me about it. When he saw that he couldn't get the number, the master's expression changed: "Another one who wants to get away with it, go away, I don't have time to serve you -"
Damn it, you are taking advantage of me and your attitude is so bad, I will fire you. Just as he was about to have a fit, someone next to him grabbed him furtively and said, "Brother, do you want a number? Do you want a number? It's ten taels of silver each, the lowest price in the city, the price is fair, and I'm honest with you."
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this was the legendary scalper party. No matter how hard it is for you to vote, they can get it. Seeing his hesitation, the man said: "Brother, I paid to hire a scholar to queue up. Each of them wrote a few poems to pass the test. I also have to open up various connections and give out benefits every year and festival." , the price is very fair. Hundreds of talented people come into the city every day, and not everyone can pass. This number is in short supply. Please hurry up, the poetry competition will start soon. If you wait a little longer tonight , then Miss Luo will just fall into the arms of someone else."
The last sentence was so damn crucial. Lin Wanrong was a big scalper himself, gritting his teeth and said: "Three taels of silver, don't give up!"
The man reluctantly said: "Okay, if you are so cheerful, then it will be three or two." Lin Wanrong took the order, but it was in the style of an invitation. The most conspicuous symbol on it was the symbol of Food for Immortals, which did not look like a risk.
Hehe, it's not bad. The printing is very beautiful. Lin Wanrong took out the money and walked forward, but was pulled by someone again. He said sneakily: "Brother, do you want a number? Do you want it? The lowest price in the city, one tael of silver each. You can also pay eight coins—"
Damn it, Lin Wanrong roared and turned around to look for that person, but there was no trace of him anywhere.
It was a bad start today. He was stabbed before he even entered the venue. Lin Wanrong felt unhappy and walked to the reception area with a gloomy face.
The same two masters, as if they had never seen him before, took the ticket in his hand, took a look at it, and said with a charming smile: "The ticket is correct, sir, please give me a name, and I will log in for you!"
Names are so thorny, Lin Wanrong took out a pencil and wrote two words, and said: "This is my name, a local surname."
"Sanlin? Oh, it turns out he is the third young master. I have admired his name for a long time.
, this is your poetry competition number, which corresponds to your name one-to-one. Please keep it. "Damn it, you can look up to it for a long time. Lin Wanrong put the number in his arms and went straight in without even looking at it.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute -" the master hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "Third Young Master, according to the rules of this conference, please make it easier for you -"
"Convenient? What convenience?" Lin Wanrong asked confused.
"Hey -" the master pointed behind him. Lin Wanrong looked back and saw a big sign standing there: "Shortlisted candidates please pay five taels for tea in advance."
Damn, it's money grabbing. Lin Wanrong was startled, turned around and said, "What does this mean? Isn't the Poetry Competition sponsored by Food for Immortals? Why do you have to collect money again? Is there any more royal method?"
The master sneered and said: "We don't know whether to sponsor or not, but this is a rule set by the relevant people of the conference. If you want to participate in this poetry competition, you must not violate it. We are only responsible for the cashier. For other matters, you can consult the relevant people. ."
I'm speechless. This girl Luo Ning is also good at grabbing money. Hey, you squeezed eight taels of silver from me today. I will definitely make you pay back countless times in the future.
"Take it, there's no need to look for it." Lin Wanrong flicked his wrist, and a silver coin glowing with snow fell into the master's hand, and he walked forward gracefully.
The two masters looked at each other in disbelief at the silver in their hands. You only have five taels for this ingot. What a waste.