I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 479

"Young master, what a poem." After listening to it carefully, the shopkeeper downstairs immediately beamed with joy and praised it again and again.

The guests present were also amazed when they heard this poem, and they poked their heads out to see who the god who made this poem was.

However, he saw that he was a handsome and elegant young master, and he was aloof and refined in his crescent-colored robe. He was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Facing everyone's eyes, He Changsheng clapped his hands in a humble and polite smile. "It's a shame."

The shopkeeper was quite relieved, and called someone to bring a pen and paper, and quickly recorded the poems written by He Changsheng.

He thought that the pair of golden hairpins must be in He Changsheng's pocket.

Zhen Youxiu was not surprised by this. After all, He Changsheng was extremely intelligent and talented since he was a child. Writing a poem on the spur of the moment was nothing to him.

Holding a folding fan, he jokingly said, "The gold hairpins belong to women. Changsheng, you have neither a confidante nor an admiration. Then this pair of gold hairpins is probably a waste. Why don't you give them to the king to borrow flowers and present Buddha?" ?”

He Changsheng was not interested in the golden hairpin. Hearing what he said, he smiled indifferently and was about to nod, but he didn't want to have an accident.

When everyone present thought that the golden hairpin must belong to He Changsheng, Lin Chuqian played a trick.

She coughed lightly, lowered her voice and said loudly: "Your Excellency, you might as well listen to the poem written by Xiaosheng before making a decision."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the teahouse.

Even He Changsheng, who has always been moody and angry, couldn't help being taken aback.

Lin Chuqian coughed lightly, and said in a rough voice shaking her head:

"The middle-aged man is quite good at Taoism, and his late home is Nanshan Frontier.

When Xinglai goes alone, he knows nothing about victory.

Go to the water poverty and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, I was on the old man Lin, and there was no repayment date for talking and laughing. "

As soon as Lin Chuqian finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Those who can come to teahouses to drink tea and listen to music are either young talents who pretend to be romantic, or literati who appreciate both refined and popular tastes.The people present felt that they were awesome when they heard the poems written by He Changsheng. Now when they heard this poem by Lin Chuqian, they felt ashamed on the spot.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then applauded.

He Changsheng's poems are exquisite, but not suitable for the occasion.However, the poem Lin Chuqian recited was not only suitable for the occasion, but also had a profound artistic conception, revealing an open-minded atmosphere, which was indeed slightly better.

The shopkeeper glanced at He Changsheng and the others in embarrassment. He naturally recognized them and knew that they were either rich or expensive.And Lin Chuqian, a handsome young man, did not look like an ordinary person. After thinking about it, he finally announced that the pair of golden hairpins belonged to Lin Chuqian in accordance with the principles of fairness and justice.

He Changsheng, Zhen Youxiu and others were startled. The three of them looked at each other, only to find that the other party didn't know who the person next door was.

Lin Chuqian couldn't help feeling complacent, thinking that she was the one who taught Sheng'er how to read, so the things in her head haven't expired!

Just when she was proud, Xiangguo came back from the latrine, she looked downstairs curiously, and asked, "Miss, what are you looking at?"

Lin Chuqian came to her senses and quickly pulled her back to avoid being seen by the three people next door.

"Young master upstairs, dare to ask your name?" The shopkeeper upstairs bowed respectfully.

Naturally, Lin Chuqian would not say her name, so she smiled mysteriously. "Xiaosheng is just an ordinary scholar. He can't carry it with his hands or shoulders. He only knows how to compose a few lines of poetry. The shopkeeper doesn't need to worry about it."

Her humble words really made everyone present feel ashamed.

Lin Chuqian was very satisfied with the proper breath of Versailles. Seeing that the time had come, she decisively carried out her little plan.

"Xiaosheng has something to ask, I wonder if the shopkeeper can agree?"

The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, but he still replied seriously: "Sir, please tell me."

Lin Chuqian suppressed her laughter, lowered her voice and said loudly, "Your Lao shopkeeper will send this pair of golden hairpins to General Lin's residence for Xiaosheng, and hand them over to the second lady of the Lin family."

In the era when men and women were incompatible with each other, it was easy for men to give women hairpins or other objects, which could easily arouse people's imagination.

It's no surprise that Zhen Youxiu next door was immediately dumbfounded as soon as these words came out.

The man that Nima killed out of nowhere is from that path, who doesn't know that he has admired the second miss of the Lin family for a long time, yet he dared to say that in front of him.

In desperation, he pushed the door out without regard to etiquette, and wanted to run to the next door to see who had the guts to rob him.

Of course, it was a pity, and it went straight to nothing.

Lin Chuqian had expected that Zhen Youxiu would be excited when she said this, so after she finished speaking, she made a decisive decision, took Xiangguo and went downstairs directly.

When passing through the lobby, he deliberately turned his back to Zhen Youxiu and the others, and bowed politely to the shopkeeper. "It's time to work."

After finishing speaking, he opened the folding fan with a bang, covered his face lightly and raised his head to raise his eyebrows at Zhen Youxiu, who was angry above his head upstairs, his attitude was not ordinary arrogance.

After provoking Zhen Youxiu, Lin Chuqian turned her eyes to He Changsheng next door.

I haven't seen him for many years. He has grown from short legs to a relaxed boy.

Her eyebrows are as delicate as when she was young, and the baby fat on her face has also dissipated. Those red phoenix eyes are deep and calm, and her whole person exudes a cold and indifferent temperament that is completely inconsistent with when she was young.

With just one glance, Lin Chuqian knew that he was no longer the Sheng'er who would hug her and act like a baby. Now he was the famous He Changsheng, the most favored prime minister today.

After hastily passing by, Lin Chuqian turned around with a smile on her face and fanned her, and walked away with a long and proud smile.

Xiangguo followed behind her in a daze, not daring to talk nonsense, completely ignoring the meaning of her lady's operation.

Zhen Youxiu came back to his senses when her figure disappeared into the crowd, he was so angry that he kicked the chair, and roared angrily: "You still dare not show your face, this king will check you carefully who is it!"

Compared to Zhen Youxiu who was in a panic, He Changsheng seemed much calmer. He looked thoughtfully at the direction where Lin Chuqian disappeared, frowning slightly, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

For some reason, he always felt that the person just now was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was familiar.

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Leave the teahouse.

Lin Chuqian trotted with Xiangguo for a long time, and she stopped panting after making sure that no one was following her.

Fanning with a folding fan, she couldn't help laughing out loud when she thought of Zhen Youxiu's appearance just now.

Xiangguo is still confused. "Miss, what are you laughing at?"

"You don't understand." Lin Chuqian replied pretending to be profound, and then couldn't help laughing.

Xiangguo, who only went through the hut once in the whole process, was very confused, and stared at Lin Chuqian as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person again.

Only Lin Chuqian, the client, could understand the sourness. After laughing, she took Xiangguo and returned home without stopping.

Is this the end of the matter?

of course not.

The next day, Lin Chuqian was sitting on the swing in the courtyard playing, and saw a maid trotting over with a wooden box.

"Second miss, someone from outside the mansion sent a pair of golden hairpins."

Lin Chuqian sat up, took the wooden box and slowly opened it, inside was the pair of golden hairpins that she saw in the teahouse yesterday.After she readily accepted it, she carefully instructed the servant girl to bring some silver to the gift giver, treating it as her invitation to drink tea.

The servant girl nodded in response, and quickly retreated.

Xiangguo came over to have a look, and recognized the pair of gold hairpins, she asked in amazement: "Miss, why did the shopkeeper of this teahouse give you the gold hairpins?"

(End of this chapter)