Bei Mingyue took a deep breath, forced back her tears, then smiled, and politely asked the housekeeper standing outside the mansion, "Butler, is your master willing to transfer this pot of flowers?"
"Of course I am willing, girl, as long as you can match the poem written by the master, you can take this potted flower away by yourself."
The housekeeper, who was over fifty years old, said with a smile when he heard this. He glanced at Nangong Lin behind Bei Mingyue without any trace, and then bowed slightly as a salute.
Bei Mingyue didn't notice the actions of the housekeeper. The Night Lily of the Valley was like a magnet, attracting her eyes so that she had no time to be distracted. "Then please ask your master to come out. I'm very worried."
I like this pot of flowers.”
The housekeeper opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say that the topic was with him and that their master did not need to come out. But when he saw Nangong Lin, he changed his mind and said something to the boy beside him. The boy nodded, turned around and ran in.
Mansion.
"Girl, wait a moment, our master will be out soon."
"..."
What the housekeeper didn't know was that Bei Mingyue regretted her words. Her poetry was outstanding among Bei Mingyue, but this was the country of Nanli with outstanding people. I don't know how many talented people and beauties were much better than her.
She stood up to compare poems so rashly, just in case she couldn't match...
Bei Mingyue quietly moved one step back, and then another step. She wanted to ask Nangong Lin to help, but before her fingers could reach Nangong Lin behind her, a very pleasant sound suddenly came from the door of the mansion, like a blowing wind on a hot summer day.
The cool breeze just makes people feel comfortable.
"Which girl wants to compare poems?"
The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward, turned his finger, and pointed in the direction of Bei Mingyue, "Sir, that girl took a fancy to the Lily of the Valley you carefully cultivated."
The tall figure walked out of the door of the mansion. Bei Mingyue looked at it intently and saw that the man was wearing a dark blue robe trimmed with gold. He had a jade crown of the same color on his head. His appearance was as gentle as jade, and his dark maroon pupils were slightly glowing.
Golden rays of light flew into his temples, his sword eyebrows raised, and he looked at Bei Mingyue with a half-smile.
"Girl, you want to take away my Youye Lily of the Valley? You have to defeat me."
"Isn't it just poetry?" Bei Mingyue smiled lightly and made an invitation gesture, "Master, please."
"Master?"
The handsome man raised his eyebrows and repeated Bei Mingyue's name to her, still smiling, "Since the girl doesn't ask the question first, I don't want to embarrass the girl too much. Let's do it. I just
Ask a question, and if the girl can answer it, this pot of Lily of the Valley will be yours."
"A question?"
Bei Mingyue was slightly surprised, "One question will determine the outcome?"
According to Nangong Lin, the host and the guest must go through more than three rounds of poems to determine the winner. Even if the guest cannot answer, the host must gracefully give up to the third round. In the first round, this...
Is this question difficult?
"I came up with this poem impromptuly when I was ten years old, but unfortunately I have never been able to come up with a good second half. I wonder if a girl can match it?"
Wow, it is indeed a problem!
"Don't be confused in your heart, don't be trapped in love. Girl, please continue the next half of the sentence."
Don’t be confused in your heart, don’t be trapped in emotions?
Bei Mingyue was stunned, and subconsciously looked into the man's eyes, only to see chestnut gold flowing in his eyes, looking at her softly,