It's obviously a strong word, but it is irrefutable, and at the end there is no trace of praising herself, Lin Xun'er, as the hot Oiran of Pingkangfang, hears countless words of praise on weekdays, but it is the first time to hear such an interesting statement.

Just when Zheng Peng wanted to laugh a few more words, suddenly the woman stepped onto the stage and said with a smile: "Cheng Lin'er, a slave, I have the honor to recite Xie Yuanliang's poem "It's Late to Meet". ”

It was only a quarter of an hour later, and someone was making a poem so soon?

Seeing that Zheng Peng was a little surprised, Lin Xun'er explained in a low voice: "Zheng Gongzi, this Xie Yuanliang is from Zhengzhou, he is a famous talent in Guozijian, he is quick-witted, and he can be said to be well-known in Chang'an City. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Xun'er leaned close to Zheng Peng's ear and said: "This kind of occasion is very interesting, either the speed is amazing, or the writing is extraordinary, Childe, you understand." ”

Zheng Peng nodded and said that he understood, if he writes well, take it out early, so as not to write well, and the gap between his own writing is too big, so he didn't dare to take it out at that time, and he who thinks he writes well will usually take it out later, giving those who have an average level of time to play, which is an unspoken rule that readers default to.

At this time, Cheng Lin'er had adjusted her state and read it out in a loud voice:

"Usher Lingbo's muscles are like snow, holding pen and ink to ask for poems.

Looking at each other, I can't help but love each other, and I hate to meet when I haven't combed it! ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent, and then a burst of warm applause rang out, and Zheng Peng couldn't help but clap loudly.

The first two lines of the poem describe the beauty of the woman, the two meet to compose a poem, then they have a good impression of each other, and finally lead to the emotion of why they met when they were not combed.

The woman in the Qinglou handed it over to the benefactor for the first time and called it combing, and when she didn't comb it, it meant that the woman hadn't met it when she had not done **, and she had the feeling of hating each other.

is really worthy of being a top student of Guozijian, Chang'an City is full of talents, and it is by no means comparable to a small Weizhou, the quality of this first poem is so high, Zheng Peng can't help but applaud.

Cheng Lin'er walked down amid applause, and soon another woman went up and said, "Slave Jin Bao'er, I have the honor to recite Tang Gongzi's poem "Happy Meeting". ”

After the applause, Kimbell recited aloud:

"I saw Qianying once, and I had a lot of feelings.

Tonight's sign language is suspected to be in a dream. ”

In a burst of applause, Jin Bao'er retreated with a spring breeze on her face, and soon another woman took the stage to chant...

Wind and snow moon such a theme, to the people present are no strangers, many people are inspired to write a few songs, to the Qinglou to drink flower wine can coax the girl to be happy, their own face also has light.

You must know that in ancient times, when you went to a high-class brothel to drink flower wine, as soon as the girl came in, she first asked her son what kind of musical instrument she wanted to listen to, what kind of wine she wanted to drink; As soon as the young lady of the future meets her, she will say anxiously: Take it off quickly, don't take it too long for a while, no one can run away when they come to check the room in uniform.

"Zheng Gongzi, it seems that you have to put a little effort into it." Lin Xun'er said softly, Zheng Peng said.

There are no rules in this event, that is, whoever finishes writing the poem can let the woman grinding ink around him come to the stage to sing, and there is only one judge, that is, the head of the birthday star public week, he said that which one writes well, which one can get the color head he sent.

The jackpot will not be announced until the last minute.

Zheng Peng didn't speak, and looked at Lin Xun'er with a smile.

Lin Xun'er was a little embarrassed by Zheng Peng, and couldn't help touching her face: "Childe, is there anything dirty on the slave's face?" ”

"No" Zheng Peng said frankly: "Isn't this poem going to be written about the woman around me, I have to look carefully to write this poem well, Miss Xun'er won't be angry, right?" ”

Lin Xun'er's pretty face climbed into a hint of redness, and she quickly said calmly: "Zheng Gongzi said that he laughed, the little woman is still afraid that her appearance is mediocre and it will be difficult to enter the eyes of Gongzi." ”

After speaking, the waist rod was slightly straightened, the good-looking mantis head was slightly raised, and in those good-looking eyes, there seemed to be blue waves rippling, no words, no movements, and a charming temperament was exuded like this.

Zheng Peng looked at Lin Xun'er so closely for the first time, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart: the little face with pear blossoms and rain, moth eyebrows and almond eyes, coupled with a slender and tender white neck, is like a beautiful and arrogant swan, and the whole face has no flaws, just like a piece of beautiful jade.

Looking at Lin Xun'er, who is like a flower and jade, Zheng Peng remembered the poem describing the beauty in "The Book of Poetry, Weifeng, Shuoren": the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful.

This is a woman who is favored by God, because God has given her all the beauty that belongs to her.

"Alright, you're done." At this time, Sun Yaozhou, who was sitting next to Zheng Peng, put his pen on the ink inkstone with a snap and said in high spirits.

"Sun Gongzi, the slave family is going to read?" Du Yan'er asked in a low voice.

Sun Yaozhou said loudly: "Go ahead." ”

When he spoke, Sun Yaozhou deliberately glanced at Zheng Peng, and his voice also improved a lot.

I didn't believe that Zheng Peng really had so much talent, and Sun Yaozhou suspected it in Lanting Society, but someone washed the floor for Zheng Peng, and he couldn't come up with evidence, so he fled in embarrassment.

Even now, Sun Yaozhou is still deeply suspicious.

Seeing if he had so much inspiration this time, Sun Yaozhou deliberately spoke loudly, just messing up Zheng Peng's mind, and reading his work in front of Zheng Peng, if Zheng Peng wrote poorly, he would be embarrassed to take it out.

is known as the first genius of the new generation in Weizhou, if he can't even write a poem, this matter will be transmitted back to Weizhou, hehe, the name of the first genius, isn't it back to his head again?

Zheng Peng withdrew his gaze to appreciate Lin Xun'er, and watched Du Yan'er, who looked a little excited, take the stage, and after an opening remark, the poem written by Sun Yaozhou for her soon rang out in the lobby:

"The snail bun is fragrant and fragrant, and the water spirit is breezy.

The golden hairpin obliquely wears Yichun Sheng, long live the temples red. ”

As soon as Du Yan'er's words fell, there was a round of applause and applause at the scene, and even Zhou Huishou nodded and clapped his hands.

There are three catties of nails in the rotten ship, Sun Yaozhou is recognized as the first talent in Weizhou, and he does have real talent and learning, with meticulous description and luxurious literary style, he depicts a Tang woman very well, as if jumping on paper.

Zheng Peng smiled and congratulated: "Brother Yaozhou is really talented, admire." ”

"Where, that is, there was a sudden spiritual light, which made Brother Feiteng smile." Sun Yaozhou said a little "modestly".

This guy is a dog, why does he bite it alive and dead?

It was Zheng Peng's self-deprecating words, but Sun Yaozhou deliberately said it in a strange voice at this time, is this a provocation or a demonstration?

Zheng Peng was a little speechless.

Fortunately, Lin Xun'er said softly: "Gongzi Zheng, what do you think of this ink color?" ”

"It's good" Zheng Peng nodded, pretending to think: "I have to think about it, and I can't live up to the good ink that Miss Xun'er grinded." ”

Lin Xun'er saw that Zheng Peng finally got serious, and she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Zheng Peng's train of thought, she smiled at Zheng Peng, and then lightly helped Zheng Peng spread out the paper so that Zheng Peng could write.

At this time, Zheng Peng had already closed his eyes, as if he was putting the finishing touches in his mind.

After Lin Xun'er laid out the paper, like a maidservant, she stood beside Zheng Peng and looked at Zheng Peng with some curiosity.

The first time I read the eternal quatrain "The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk", Lin Xun'er has been thinking, what kind of person is the man who can write this kind of poem, and now the person is in front of him, and this man is still so young, so funny, so personable, for a while I feel like I am in a dream.

It's not that I don't want to say it, Zheng Peng, who is serious, is very charming.

Suddenly, Zheng Peng's eyes opened, his eyes revealed a mysterious confidence, he picked up the pen in his right hand, and wrote on the paved water-patterned paper......