There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.

I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance.

When Qin Mo picked up the pen again, almost all the writers present had their eyes fixed on Qin Mo's hands.

Qin Mo's pen was filled with flowers, and every word was accompanied by golden light. When the whole poem was written, the entire hall became sparkling in an instant. This golden light was more than twice as long as the previous golden sentence.

The poems ring like gold, and the surroundings are silent.

Whether they were literary masters or martial arts masters, they couldn't help but open their mouths when they saw this scene.

If Qin Mo wrote a poem praising plum blossoms, he thought about it for a while.

As for this piece, Qin Mo did it in one go without any pause from the moment he started writing it to the time he finished it.

"This is a quatrain poem." In the silence, someone swallowed his saliva. He was a talented writer, about thirty years old. He had also written a poem about plum blossoms before, and he was a good one.

As a writer, he could tell at a glance that what Qin Mo wrote was a quatrain poem.

'Qinghui layman' Tang Ruyi's eyes were lost and he murmured: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner. Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it is not snow because there is a faint fragrance."

After reading it three times, he suddenly became extremely disappointed.

This poem is short and concise, but it has endless meanings. It seems that all the nobility and pride of plum blossoms are given into one poem.

This is by no means a poem that a senior high school student is capable of writing, but this poem actually came from under his eyes.

It was Qin Mo who endowed it with talent, made its words clear and its poems became quatrains.

It is an absolute fact, a fact more real than real gold.

"If I could write such a quatrain in my life, I would really die without any regrets." Tang Ruyi only felt endless regrets and frustrations.

He glanced at Qin Mo again and couldn't help but sigh: "This boy is only eighteen years old."

Not only Tang Ruyi, but also Lin Youyin, Lin Laotaijun, Liu Hong, Mu Yunfei and others were influenced by the poem "Plum Blossom" when they saw it, and their talents were shocked and immersed in it.

Quatrain poetry, especially quatrain poetry of this level, has an unparalleled influence on every literary master.

Even Master Wen, who is more talented, will be fascinated by it. This is the power of quatrains.

Zhou Mubai's face turned pale. When Qin Mo's poem came out, he knew that he had lost. No matter how confident Zhou Mubai was, he knew that with his current talent and poetry attainments, he could not write a poem that surpassed this "Plum Blossom".

"I lost." Zhou Mubai said bitterly. He didn't even have the courage to write again.

Mrs. Lin came back from her immersion. The smile on her face that was already full of grooves was mixed with surprise. She couldn't help but stand up and said to the maid: "Linglong, bring me a pen and paper. I will inscribe this poem on it myself."

On the scroll of the city lord."

Seeing Mrs. Lin's posture, Zhou Mubai's eyes dimmed even more, and he silently retreated behind others.

The guests present all looked surprised. Only then did they remember that Mrs. Lin was once a famous and talented woman in Jincheng. She was very good at poetry and loved poetry.

When Qin Mo, Zhou Mubai, and Tang Ruyi made the golden sentences earlier, Mrs. Lin was not so excited.

Now that Qin Mo has composed the poem Plum Blossom, Mrs. Lin actually wants to excerpt it herself.

Mrs. Lin smiled at Qin Mo and said: "Qin Mo, I personally copied your "Plum Blossom" into the painting. You won't blame me, right?"

"Old Mrs. Lin, please do as you please."

Qin Mo felt quite helpless, unable to regard the smiling old woman in front of him as the head of the Lin family who had previously aggressively forced him to marry Lin Youyin and inherit the Lin clan. Qin Mo glanced at Lin Youyin again and found that Lin Youyin seemed to have no idea about the poem.

He also liked it very much and personally brought Mrs. Lin the writing supplies.

I guess this is a typical case of someone who will help count the money after being sold.

That is to say, I, Qin Mo, am an upright person, have a gentleman's bottom line, and always insist on not removing the wife, and insist on the principle of life that I disagree with when it comes to changing the child's surname.

On the stand again.

Although Mrs. Lin is no longer young, her grip on the pen is still strong. Her talent flowed into the pen tip under her control, and she began to excerpt Qin Mo's "Red Plum".

Although this poem was not written by Mrs. Lin, she could not write it into gold, and the words are clear. However, a literary master used his talent to excerpt the poem. This is the greatest respect for the creator, and it also shows how much Mrs. Lin likes it.

this poem.

Mrs. Lin spoke each word slowly and steadily, as if every sentence in her writing was as important as a thousand pieces.

When the last sentence was written with a hint of fragrance, Mrs. Lin stopped writing.

Mrs. Lin looked at the scroll for a while, then smiled and said to the maid: "Linglong, hang this painting in my study."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked again, and thoughts arose in their hearts.

The following birthday banquet was restored to the previous social gathering, but the difference was that Qin Mo was no longer a transparent person sitting aside. Many young men and women in clothes and leather shoes, who were either rich or noble, came over and took the initiative to say hello to him.

Some even added each other’s phone calls and WeChat messages.

It turns out that Qin Mo was this year's top literary scholar, with excellent poetry and lyrics, and his articles are handed down from generation to generation.

Not to mention that Mrs. Lin made a great show at her birthday party today. Didn't you see Mrs. Lin so happy? She must have given Qin Mogao a double look.

They may not really like Qin Mo, but it's not a bad thing to leave more phone numbers and WeChat messages.

As for Zhou Mubai, his classmates Liu Hong, Mu Yunfei and others left after Mrs. Lin wrote the poem.

Qin Mo felt that eyes were lingering on him every moment, and he was so disturbed that he had to let Qin Youyan take his place, while Qin Mo ran to the balcony to clean himself.

When you leave the lobby, you immediately feel like leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and entering a primitive countryside.

Standing on the balcony, you can have a panoramic view of the various bright flowers and trees planted by the Lin clan, the fragrance of tea is full, the willows are blowing in the wind in the distance, and the artificial lake is sparkling under the sunlight.

Qin Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt content.

Suddenly, Qin Mo felt someone approaching. When he looked up, he saw that it was the young lady who had led the way in the morning. Qin Mo remembered that Mrs. Lin seemed to call her Linglong.

Linglong walked closer to Qin Mo, looked at him carefully with her eyes wide open, and then said seriously and solemnly as if reciting: "Qin Mo, Mrs. Lin asked me to tell you that what she said to you will always be valid. Please consider it carefully.

Okay, I'll answer her when I agree."

Qin Mo looked at Linglong's back in astonishment as he trotted away after finishing speaking.

Come on, this is because the old lady was blackmailed.

I rubbed my head with a headache. I'm really not that kind of person. If we have to talk, can we remove the conditions of getting married and changing our surname?

Otherwise, if people know that I, Qin Mo, will go out and hang out in the future.

The birthday banquet lasted until 2:30 in the afternoon, and then people started to leave one after another.

"Youyin, go see Qin Mo off." Qin Mo was also about to leave, and Lin Wan asked Lin Youyin to see him off.

Qin Youyan also nodded repeatedly and said: "Qin Mo, take good care of your sister... Youyin, chat for a while."

Qin Mo had no choice but to give him a look that you can understand yourself, and even took care of him just a short way out the door.

Lin Youyin smiled and stretched out her hand, making a gesture like a housekeeper, winked at Qin Mo, and said playfully: "Please, Mr. Qin."

Qin Mo spread his hands and walked out of the hall.

After walking out of the Lin family castle, Qin Mo suddenly felt relieved. It was the first time he came to the Lin family. Qin Mo was a little nervous. The incident with Mrs. Lin happened again, which made Qin Mo even more excited.

Finding that someone behind him had never moved his eyes away from him, and looked at him so innocently, Qin Mo smiled and said, "I know I'm handsome, so you don't have to look at me all the time."

Unexpectedly, Lin Youyin was extremely straightforward and said: "I've seen a lot of people who are more handsome than you. I'm just wondering why you feel a little different from the one you used to have."

Qin Mo smiled and asked, "What's the difference?"

"It's different everywhere." Lin Youyin blinked and asked sincerely: "When you were in the hall, you said you could write ten or a hundred poems about plum blossoms. Is that true or false?"

Qin Mo glanced at her and said leisurely: "Of course it's fake."

"I thought you were serious." Lin Youyin seemed to be relieved, and the frustration in her heart weakened slightly: "Let me just say, how can anyone write so much... What are you doing?"

Lin Youyin opened her eyes curiously, watching Qin Mo bend down to pick an elm leaf plum in the flowerbed, turn around and stick it on her head. Before she could react, Lin Youyin heard Qin Mo's words that directly touched her soul.

A soft chant: "Fold the flowers when I meet the messenger, and send them to the people in Longtou. I have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so I want to give you a sprig of spring."
Chapter completed!