Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

But all I got was: "This lantern is my next work, and it is a blessing for you to enjoy it."

The implication is, just watch, not sell.

Jiaxing also likes it, but since they don't want to sell it, she can't force it.

"Boss, I offer twelve taels of gold, can you sell this lantern to me?"

A young man in white appeared in the crowd with his hands slightly behind his back.

Seeing Jiaxing and others, he cupped his fists and saluted.

When Jiaxing and the others saw that it was the young Lord Mu of the Mu Palace, they also saluted.

"The princess also came to see the lantern?"

Jiaxing nodded. I met him once at the polo field before. He is not bad. He also came from the Duke's Mansion. Compared with Xu Jingchang, he is not much better.

"Young Lord Mu also likes this lantern?"

Little prince Mu answered irrelevantly: "Who can not love such a beautiful thing?"

"That's true." Jiaxing agreed.

Lu Lin's head is getting bigger, ancestor, they are talking about you, and you foolishly agreed.

Seeing that Prince Mu was dressed in an extraordinary way, the boss didn't dare to disrespect him too much, so he said politely.

"My lord, I'm really sorry, this lamp is my painstaking effort, it cannot be measured by money."

Little prince Mu is not like Xu Jingchang, he has never done things like bullying and dominating the market.

It's just that Jiaxing rarely likes it, and he doesn't want to give up, so he said politely: "Since it's the boss's hard work, the boss can make a condition, if I finish it, the lantern will belong to me, how about it?"

The boss thought about it and readily agreed.

"Well, since the young master likes this lantern so much, it's not like this. The young master wrote a poem for this lantern. Everyone present can witness it. If everyone thinks it is good, then the lantern will belong to the young master."

When Jiaxing heard this, he immediately cast his hopeful eyes on Little Prince Mu.

Upon seeing him, Little Prince Mu immediately agreed: "Okay, it's a deal."

As he spoke, he asked for pen and ink and prepared to write poems.

Although he is a military commander, he has also worked hard on literature. Although impromptu poetry is not easy, it is not difficult for him.

He looked at the lanterns, then at Jiaxing, and suddenly he was inspired to write.

"A lamp without a moon does not mislead people, and a moon without a lamp is not spring."

"When spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and the moon is like silver when the lamp is burning."

"The streets are full of pearls and emeralds and spring girls, playing and singing to compete with the gods of the society."

"How can this good time disappear when the beauty Bu Zhan opens her mouth to smile?"

The last sentence was obviously aimed at Jiaxing.

Although Jiaxing likes to wield guns and is very nervous, he is not stupid. It is so obvious that she cannot fail to see it.

With a slightly embarrassed expression, he secretly tugged at the corner of Lu Lin's clothes, and said in a low voice.

"What does he want?"

The corner of Lu Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and now he knew he was scared.

I want to fuck you, what else can I want to do?

As soon as Little Prince Mu finished his pen, there was warm applause from all around.

"Okay, good poem."

"Fantastic."

"Young master is a great talent."

The people around complimented and praised him one after another, and the little prince Mu was handsome and graceful, which immediately attracted countless girls to fall in love with him.

All of them blushed and secretly looked at him.

Seeing this, the boss also smiled happily, and his attitude towards him changed: "Young master is so talented, it really opened my eyes."

"It's a blessing for this lantern to get the master's wonderful pen."

After finishing speaking, I will take down the lantern and hand it to him.

Seeing this, Lu Lin said.

"Boss, your lantern is so beautifully made. I am overthinking my abilities and want to compose a poem."

"Oh?" Hearing this, the boss stopped holding the lantern suddenly, and said, "My lord, if you are so elegant, please go ahead."

"Huh? He also wants to write poems? But the poems written by the son just now are very good. I'm afraid it will be difficult for anyone to make better ones."

"Isn't it? Such an exquisite poem, let alone playing it on the spot, even if the scholars have been working hard for several months, they may not be able to make a better one."

"Isn't he humiliating himself?"

Everyone was not optimistic about Lu Lin, and there were many discussions.

Suddenly someone recognized Lu Lin.

"Hey, isn't this Lu Xianzi?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Lu Xianzi?"

"Is he the famous Mr. Lu?"

"Xianzi Lu is a genius."

"Who says it's not? I still have a heart for A'Zhu and Qiao Feng in his writing."

Lu Lin was recognized, which caused a lot of commotion, but some people questioned it.

"But Lu Xianzi doesn't seem to have written any poems, has he?"

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.