Chapter 434 Word Meeting.

Lin Xian'er said this, so Tang Wanli dared to disobey, he bowed his hand to Hualang and said, "Can the playboy go and join in the fun?" ”

Hua Lang smiled: "After admiring the chrysanthemums with Lord Bao first, if you have time, you can take a look." ”

Tang Wanli wanted to say something more, but at this time, Lin Xian'er had already walked a few steps, and Tang Wanli had no choice but to say goodbye to Hualang and them.

But after Tang Wanli and Lin Xian'er left, Bao Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect the two of them to be together again!" ”

Hearing Bao Zheng's words, Hua Lang smiled: "Brother Bao's words are wrong, how can you say that it is again, this is the first time they have been together!" ”

Bao Zheng smiled, covered up his words, and asked, "Hasn't Lin Xian'er always disliked Tang Wanli, how did she accept Tang Wanli's proposal?" ”

Wen Meng didn't think much about it, and said: "It must be Tang Wanli's sincerity to open the golden stone, otherwise how could Lin Xian'er accept it!" ”

Several of them were discussing this, but Hua Lang was silent, was Lin Xian'er really moved by Tang Wanli? Thinking about it, shouldn't it, how can a woman's feelings be moved so easily? And Hua Lang hasn't seen Tang Wanli do anything moving in the past few days, I think Lin Xian'er wants to be angry with herself, just now she looked at herself like this.

When Hua Lang thought like this, he suddenly sneered, what kind of person is he, Hua Lang, where can Lin Xian'er agree to marry Tang Wanli in order to be angry, and now he can only hope that the two of them can be happy.

The faint fragrance of flowers came, so that this Double Ninth Festival was more comfortable, everyone appreciated all the chrysanthemums in all places, and then strolled to the place of the word meeting, and when they walked, some scholars who were enjoying the flowers nearby gathered one after another, as if they saw the flower herd and there was a lively look.

And those scholars who were composing lyrics snorted softly when they saw Hanaro coming, as if they hated Hanaro coming.

However, Hua Lang didn't care, just followed Bao Zheng and them to come here to enjoy the flowers and listen to others' chanting.

At this time, there were more than a dozen scholars writing lyrics in the chrysanthemums, and a gust of autumn wind blew, lifting their clothes, and also set off these scholars with a bit of chic.

Today's words will not be compared, everyone only takes out the words they write to be appreciated, if they do it well, it is naturally indispensable to compose music and sing, these scholars for, but also hope that the words they write can be sung.

The lyricist was in front, and there were many spectators around him, among these audiences were businessmen, private school gentlemen, woodcutters, and naturally beggars, but those beggars and woodcutters were just a lively spectacle.

Hua Lang and the others watched the word meeting while admiring the chrysanthemums, and the word meeting didn't erupt in bursts of applause, Wen Meng came here, but he didn't have the heart to appreciate the chrysanthemums, and even his face was a little ugly, Hua Lang saw this, and hurriedly asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Wen Meng shook his head again and again, and said, "No, I just feel that I am angry that they thought the words you wrote were not relevant during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time, and you should write a poem today for them to see." ”

Seeing that Wen Meng was just upset with his last words, he was relieved, so he smiled and said, "We are here to appreciate the chrysanthemums, and we are not angry with them, so we should not get involved in their affairs." ”

Now that Hua Lang has said so, what can Wen Meng do, he can only be angry, make a grimace, and then go straight to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

And at this time, one of these people wrote the best words, and all the scholars present even claimed that they were good, and Bao Zheng couldn't help but shout good, and Bao Zheng's shout was good, but the author of the word was happy, he hurriedly came to Bao Zheng, and said with a smile: "Lord Bao can appreciate the next words, and it is really a blessing to be in the next life!" ”

Bao Zheng smiled: "Good words are to be praised and appreciated." ”

At this time, after Bao Zheng's words, those scholars came to congratulate the man, shouting Brother Li and Brother Li, and this Brother Li was praised like this, and he was a little carried away, he turned to look at Hua Lang, and said with a smile: "The playboy is very good at studying words, I don't know what I just did, can I get into the eyes of the playboy?" ”

Hua Lang didn't mean to be reckless, and said with a smile: "Brother Li's words just now are extraordinary, how can he not get into my eyes." ”

Seeing this, Brother Li said, "In that case, why don't you also make a song to echo it?" ”

Hearing this, Hua Lang excused himself again and again: "The words written by Brother Li are really not comparable to the next, so let's not do it!" After Hua Lang said this, he gave Bao Zheng a look and asked him to quickly take someone away, but Bao Zheng didn't seem to understand Hua Lang's eyes, and said with a smile: "Such a Double Ninth Festival, what should Brother Hua also make a song to suit the occasion, otherwise this Double Ninth Festival will not be in vain?" ”

As soon as Bao Zheng said this, Wen Meng also hurriedly echoed: "Yes, let's make a song!" ”

Yin Wuxian Hua Wan'er and others also urged one after another, which made Hua Lang anxious, thinking that these people were his friends, why did he like to fall into the well so much.

And just when Hua Lang was very embarrassed, more people surrounded her, including Tang Wanli and Lin Xian'er, but at this time, Lin Xian'er just looked at Hua Lang and smiled, as if she didn't want to say anything else this time, because she didn't need to say it, it was enough for Hua Lang.

Seeing that Hua Lang was a little frightened, that Brother Li became more and more proud, and said with a smile: "Don't say that you can't do words about Chongyang, don't be like the Mid-Autumn Festival, praising the beauty but saying something innocuous about it." ”

This Brother Li said all this, if Hua Lang didn't make another song, he really couldn't bear his face, so he suddenly became arrogant and said: "Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting!" ”

Hua Lang shouted, that Brother Li was a little surprised, and he was also a little remorseful, if Hua Lang really made a better word than himself, didn't he slap himself in the face today?

Before the man could react, someone had already brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Hua Lang waved the pen, put it on the white paper overnight, threw the pen after writing, turned around and left.

Bao Zhenggong Sun Ce and others saw that Hua Lang was gone, and it was not good to stay any longer, after a hurried glance at the words written by Hua Lang, they also followed, and the rest of the scholars and scholars read the words carefully, and were dumbfounded, and after a long time, they finally broke out with a good voice, and the so-called Brother Li, at this time, looked embarrassed, as if he felt that he really shouldn't be cheap just now, knowing that Hua Lang's talent was better than his own, and he provoked him to do something.