The little beggar was a little stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that Lu Chensheng would really give him food.

It is rare to be a beggar for so many years to be a beggar.

After the little beggar took the bun in his hand, Lu Chensheng turned around and left.

He has to buy a lot of things today, and he will go home early after buying them earlier. It is somewhat troublesome if he doesn't live in the city.

Linyu was in a good mood today. I heard that several talented men with great fame have come as promised. I believe that this time I can find that talented man.

In addition to the rain, many other ladies in the city have made an appointment. Not long after the cold winter has passed, and now it happens that they can go for an outing.

The talented women prepared the carriage and left the city, while the talented men agreed on the location and went out together. Everyone would gather at the Chunliu Pavilion outside the city.

A moment later, the talented men arrived at Chunliu Pavilion wearing Confucian shirts and shaking their fans in their hands.

The talented women got off the carriage in front of them and prepared to come together.

Linyu had just got off the carriage, but the poems he had taken out to appreciate were accidentally dropped.

It happened that a talented man read the poem carefully.

The spring comes late in the evening, and it is better than the flowers?

After staring at it carefully, Wang Mohe was a little strange. He had never heard of this poem before, and it also had a lot of artistic conception.

Could it be that this talented woman wrote that she heard that this talented woman was born extraordinary and came from the imperial capital, but she didn't expect that this talented woman would have such talent.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get closer a little.

"Miss, I must be a talented man who can find this poem today. What will the lady ask about at that time? I don't know what wind blew that day, but it actually blew the poem to the lady's carriage."

The maid beside Linyu asked playfully.

My lady has been obsessed with the author of this poem for a long time these days, and somehow she is so fond of this poem by her lady.

Linyu's pretty face turned slightly red, and he quickly blocked the maid's mouth with his slender hands.

"No nonsense is allowed."

Xiaohe blinked playfully, and Linyu put down her slender hands, but a trace of expectation could not help but appear in her eyes.

But she really wanted to see what a talented man who wrote such a poem and why he wrote such a poem.

Wang Mohe heard it carefully, and a hint of jealousy suddenly surged in his eyes.

Seeing that this talented woman is a peerless beauty, she suggested that this outing was just to find a talented man. Which talented man has such a blessing?

Wang Mohe admitted that he was jealous and wanted to come over and say hello, but now he was exhausted.

Linyu brought a group of talented women forward and bowed to the talents one by one, showing off his face as a lady from a noble family.

The talented men also looked at Linyu with confidence, and their eyes lit up.

It is said that Linyu has a stunning appearance, but now he sees it, he is truly worthy of his reputation!

After getting to know each other one by one, the atmosphere that followed seemed very harmonious.

They are very polite, chatting happily, and occasionally bringing out some ancient poems, which makes everyone more talented.

"I accidentally got a piece of brush and ink a few days before the rain. I thought this poem was really good. I would like to ask anyone who knows the person who wrote this poem?"

Seeing that it was almost done, Linyu glanced at everyone and asked gently.

"Brush and ink? I wonder which brush and ink it is?"

Hearing this, Lu Benqing felt a little excited. There were not many people in this Fufeng City that could compare with him!

Lin Huairen is also qualified, but he is still quite confident in his poems. If Lin Yu can favor him a little, he can make a good story at that time!

"The first two lines of the poem are that spring comes late late, and it is known before the hundred flowers."

Linyu gently recited the poem, glanced at everyone, and some expectations appeared on their pretty faces.

"This poem..."

Lin Huairen, who was originally very excited, changed his face slightly when he heard this. Originally, he and Lu Benqing thought the same thing.

The poems that the other party accidentally obtained must have been written by himself, but when the poem was released, he felt extremely unfamiliar.

But these first two sentences are ordinary, but I don’t know what the following poems are like, so I’m looking for someone in the rain?

Lin Huairen looked at Lu Benqing, and he wanted to see if the poem was written by the other party?

At this moment, Lu Benqing looked confused, and there was no hint of his expression. Could it be that he was not writing this poem? Who wrote it?

Lin Huairen was stunned. Who in Fufeng City can compare with him?

The originally lively atmosphere began to cool down now.

Everyone looked at me, and I saw that no one stood up and spoke.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mohe suddenly began to rise and spread.

No one here admits that the poem was written by himself. Does that mean that the owner of the poem is not here at all?

If I agree, I think no one will expose it!

The more he thought about it, the more he thought in his mind began to rise wildly and could not suppress it.

After taking a closer look at Linyu's peerless face and the family background behind her, she could make her a fight!

He is only a child now. It is too difficult for him to have a scholar. He has lost the confidence to take the exam again.

If you can climb this high branch...

"Don't you know this poem?"

Linyu was a little disappointed, with a hint of dullness in his eyes.

For some reason, she saw the poems that planted peach trees every year and bloomed in the heartbreak, and she especially wanted to meet this poet, how could she write such a sad poem?

"This is what the poem is written below."

Wang Mohe took a step forward and said with a little calmness. If you pay attention, you can see that there is a little nervousness in his eyes.

"You wrote it?"

His beautiful eyes lit up when the rain suddenly looked at Wang Mohe tightly.

The other talents were in an uproar, and then they looked at Wang Mohe with deep jealousy.

Linyu's disappointed eyes just now, but they could see clearly that it was him who was looking for this time?

"When peach trees are planted every year, they bloom in their hearts. This poem is indeed what I wrote correctly. It has never been shown to the public, but I don't know how Miss Linyu knew?"

When Linyu heard this, he immediately confirmed that the person he was looking for was the talented man in front of him.

If this is not the case, how can the other party know the subsequent poems? What's more, the situation when you get the poems is somewhat consistent with the other party's words.

The reason why the other party didn’t answer immediately just now was probably because he suddenly took out the poem, but the other party didn’t take it out for others to read it, so he was a little stunned!
Chapter completed!