The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Everyone had their own guesses, but no one spoke first.

Lan Wangshu was observing them out of the corner of his eye. Some of them looked a little anxious, but some had already found a seat and started eating snacks and drinking tea.

The more she watched, the more interesting she found him. He was indeed a person who had been cultivated through a century of heritage. He was always graceful and calm.

interesting.

"After counting the days, I'm afraid it will be in vain."

Lan Wangshu sat there with a smile on her face and took a sip of wine. There was no smile in her eyes. She looked at several people from the aristocratic families and then looked away.

No one said anything, and the people from the aristocratic families didn't move. Why were they in such a hurry?

Lan Wangshu was naturally less anxious in her own territory, and even lay down to sleep, leaving everyone confused. Zhang Cuicui even considerately took a thin blanket and covered her with it.

After a while, the sound of heavy breathing was heard in the empty and silent hall. Everyone followed the sound and found that it was Lan Wangshu.

They were speechless for a while, even the people from the aristocratic families felt helpless. They frowned in bad temper and looked down on Lan Wangshu even more.

This behavior is so outrageous that it is hard to understand.

"Ten texts."

The young man in gorgeous clothes was getting a little impatient and spoke slowly. He didn't want to know what this legendary Li Bai was up to. In his opinion, he was nothing but a name seeker and was not capable of taking on a big responsibility.

"Twelve taels."

The baby-faced man, who had always been at odds with him, looked at him with disdain. How could he dare to call out such a price? It was really shameful. He shook the handle of his fan and directly raised the price to ten taels of silver.

The man in fancy clothes could see what the baby-faced man meant, but he was too lazy to argue and raised the price with a cold face.

"Twenty taels."

"Mr. Sun, why did you raise the price yourself? Is this a premeditated plan? Could this be a trap set by your Sun family and this legendary Li Bai?"

Young Master Sun glanced at the baby-faced girl coldly. He had never liked this face since he was a child. It was as annoying as his sister.

"Young Master Liu is joking. He was just saying it casually. Someone as carefree as Li Bai would probably find it more interesting."

The two people argued for a few words and looked towards Lan Wangshu's position at the same time. They didn't know when Lan Wangshu had woken up and was leaning on Zhang Cuicui, watching their show.

The two people from the aristocratic families did not continue to challenge each other, but looked at Lan Wangshu.

"Interesting, I'll give you thirty taels."

Lan Wangshu was not panicked when she saw that they were looking at her, and continued to smile, just like a child who would continue to play when she found something fun.

She directly asked for another ten taels of silver. Everyone was stunned. She added money to buy it herself. What was she doing? Was she spending money to buy fame?

"Mr. Li, what do you mean by this? Isn't it sold to us?"

"Yes, but if you don't want it, I'll take it back."

Lan Wangshu looked as innocent as he could be, but his eyes were simply powerful and could see through everything at a glance, as if they were the important people in the world.

"Fifty taels."

A girl came from the corner. She was wearing a pink long skirt and a long veil on her head, which covered her whole body from head to toe.

Lan Wangshu's eyes lit up as he looked at her. He immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the most famous poem describing Yang Guifei, making some minor changes to make it more suitable for this girl.

He lowered his head slightly, and when he wrote, he seemed to be assisted by God, with wide and open movements. The thin gold style of his writing was yet somewhat restrained. He was a very contradictory person.

He picked up the paper and blew on it in a not very polite manner, then showed it to Zhang Cuicui.

"Cui Cui, do you think the ink has dried?"

Zhang Cuicui cooperated with him very well, knocked carefully and nodded.

"Master, done."

Lan Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled like a child. He folded the paper into an airplane, blew a breath, and threw the airplane into the corner.

How far can the airplane made of rice paper fly? It flew for a while with the help of the wind and the drop, and soon fell down.

There was an undisguised disappointment on Lan Wangshu's face, and then he slumped down on the table again.

"After all, we are not destined to be together."

Everyone's expressions were twitching. What kind of poetry master is this? He is simply crazy. Is there something wrong with his brain?

The plane was picked up by a slender big hand and slowly unpacked. A faint sound of paper was heard, and people around also lowered their heads to look.

"hiss."

Some people saw the poem and were shocked.

"One hundred taels."

The woman was also curious, so she stood up and walked to the man's side.

"Master Wen San, this seems to have been given to me by Mr. Li."

"Miss Cheng, please."

Master Wen San handed the paper directly to the woman. Through the white veil, Cheng Xi could see the words clearly. It was this font, this poetic style, it was him. Yes, her hands trembled a little. This was the Mr. Li Bai she loved.

"Sir, you are so talented, I am not worthy of your kindness. I am willing to pay 100 taels of gold for your collection of poems."

"You have good taste."