Nongmen tea wine fragrance

Chapter 622
"Hmph, it depends on whether you can write poems or not." Wan Qian snorted with a stinky face.

"Mr. Lin, please draw lots." At this moment, the little Moshu boy holding the lottery came to Lin Hao's table and said.

"You smoke." Seeing this, Lin Hao turned his head to look at Ruixue and said.

"I don't know how to do it. You can do it yourself." Ruixue hurriedly waved her hands, if she got the easy one, it's fine, but if she got the hard one, she might blame her for being unlucky if he couldn't do it later.

"Alright." Lin Hao paused for a moment and didn't force Ruixue to draw, but raised his hand and drew a lottery himself.

"The third lottery," the little boy sang after glancing at the lottery.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin, please write a poem about the current scene in the garden within a stick of incense, the rhythm is not limited." The old man looked at the paper in his hand and laughed.

Rui Xue heard the words and took a sip from the wine glass on the table silently. She really doesn't know how to do this, even how to recite it.

"This is really difficult. If you take Huayue as the topic, you can use it if you have written it before, but you really need to write a poem on the spot." Zhou Shaochong said with a frown.

"Hmph, Lin Hao, I think God doesn't give you a chance to compose poems on the spot. Let me see if you have the ability today." Wan Qian said, whoever didn't prepare some emergency poems before coming here will be drawn This sign is obviously difficult to prepare in advance.

Lin Hao was a little speechless looking at this sign, but he couldn't take back what he said, so he had to bite the bullet now.

Turning his head to look around, and then at the sky, he frowned and pondered for a while but didn't speak.

"Admit defeat if you can't do it, don't waste everyone's time." Seeing this, Wan Qian said ironically.

Ruixue turned to look at the silent Lin Hao. Lin Hao also noticed Ruixue's gaze, turned his head and looked over, and after a while he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Listen up. Jiuhe Zhaoxingzi , the lotus lamp bears luck,

The literati drink each other, and the beauties are all happy. "

"Pfft, hahaha, is this considered poetry?" Wan Qian was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed.

"Why don't you count it? You should talk about why it doesn't count." Lin Hao sat down leisurely after reading.

"Vulgar." Wanqian opened his mouth, and couldn't find a word to refute for a long time, so he could only choke out a word.

"Hmph, as long as it's poetry, I'll see what poems you can make later. Oh, maybe you don't even have the chance to make poems." Lin Hao snorted disdainfully.

"Well, brother Lin is not bad." Zhou Shao praised, he thought it was okay, although it was a little obvious, but compared to the current situation, it is considered appropriate.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin's poem is not bad, it's considered a pass, let's continue." Zhai Lao stroked his beard and smiled.

"Brother Qian, don't worry, as long as the wine glass stays with us, I will definitely be able to write a better poem to win him." Xu Yaru looked at Wan Qian, whose face was darkened, and waved boldly.

After another two rounds, one person did it, and the other did not make a penalty and drank alcohol.

At this moment, the lotus lamp was near the Wanqian table again. Ruixue was about to raise her hand when she suddenly found the person next to her looking at her, paused and said softly, "You don't want to take it?"

"...Pick it up." Lin Hao paused when he heard the words, but he didn't expect that this person didn't mean to hide it from him. Seeing him watching, he turned around and asked him if he wanted to pick it up. Cough, if this can be cheated, of course he should pick it up. That kid Qian sat there all night and pissed him off.

Ruixue put down her hand lightly when she heard this, and the lotus lantern, which was still shaking and was about to stop, swayed again and came to Ruixue's table.

(End of this chapter)