Elder Zeng frowned, feeling that they did not have the demeanor of scholars at all.
However, as soon as he took it, his expression froze.
After seeing the signature in the corner, his body began to tremble slightly.
He rushed to the side of the building and looked down.
"Hehe...it's them..."
"Okay, it really hit me, hehehe..."
Elder Zeng grinned.
Everyone felt that Brother Zeng was a truly sentimental person, as he was so fascinated by beautiful poems.
"Frame it for me now!"
"I'll write it myself! Find a bigger piece of paper... Never mind, just use Yunjin!"
Although Elder Zeng has no talent for poetry, he has a good hand in calligraphy.
.....
In front of Zhuangyuan Building.
The servant brought a green jade hairpin and gave it to Wu Chushu.
Wu Chushu raised his chin and handed the hairpin to Miss She next to him.
"Brother Wu is the best." Miss She didn't know if she had a cold, her voice was very nasal.
In public, Miss She gave Wu Chushu a sweet kiss on the face.
"Ha ha."
Wu Chushu’s beauty almost overwhelms the image of a handsome scholar, and his mouth is harder to suppress than AK.
I don’t know if I can still laugh when I return to Jiancheng.
Ying Bing's eyes moved slightly.
She saw the pig running away, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Li Mo's cheek.
“It shouldn’t be.”
Li Mo touched his chin.
Could it be that the aesthetics of the nine heavens and ten earths are different from that of the previous life?
At this time, the servant who had just left came back and brought back an exquisite rosewood box.
"Sir, your prize."
"Why is it different from Wu Chushu's..."
As soon as Li Mo opened it, he found a lotus-shaped hairpin inside, but it was made of transparent clear-bottomed jadeite, which was obviously much more valuable.
"Congratulations, sir, you won the first prize!"
Crash——
The finest brocade rolled down from the Zhuangyuan Building like waves, bringing with it beautiful calligraphy.
"On a moonlit night in front of Mingyue Tower, the moonlight is still as bright as silver.
The bright moon is clearly the previous incarnation. Looking back, it becomes a smile, cold and clear for thousands of years.
It shines through the universe as clear as water, and has also shined through the tiniest bit of dust.
Don’t exchange the round face for a frown. Three or five nights in the world, you have missed the person in the mirror.
The young girl's voice read it out loud.
Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes became complicated after reminiscing, and then the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, like the moon emerging from the clouds.
.....
PS: The poem is Linjiangxian, written by Chen Zengshou in the late Qing Dynasty.
Don't worry that Bingtuozi and Xiao Li will be separated for a long time. As we all know, there are many monsters in southern Xinjiang, and Xiao Li has inherited the magical power of 72 transformations...
I beg the audience to charge their batteries. This is very important for Xiao Pujie. Xoxo!
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