A group of people have already determined that Bei Yutang can't make poetry.

"You're right, game, just feel free." Bei Yutang didn't admit or deny it, and her behavior made them more and more determined.

Ge Hong and others began to make corresponding poems based on what was written on the note.

Bei Yutang listened to the poems of several people, and they all felt good. In the end, there were only three people left, Bei Yutang, Zuo Chen, and Li Mengmeng did not start.

Li Mengmeng said: "It's better to let Lord Zuo go first, and the two of us women come last." ”

The beauty spoke, and the group of people who had already been impressed by the beauty naturally readily agreed.

Zuo Chen did not refuse, and sang directly.

"You look at the water, the clouds are dreaming of ghosts. I look at the mountains by myself, and the mist is full of immortals.

If you look at me, you will be a lotus in the wind. If I look at you, there will be a faint trace of the moon. ”

"Lord Zuo, this poem makes me admire."

Bei Yutang's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Good poetry." ”

Li Mengmeng said with a smile: "I have long heard that Lord Zuo is talented, and today I saw that it really deserves its reputation." It is my blessing that the little girl can listen to the poems of adults today. ”

Zuo Chen said a few words lightly, "It's too famous." ”

Ge Hong looked at Li Mengmeng and Bei Yutang, of course, most of them stayed on Li Mengmeng's body, and Bei Yutang was incidental.

"Let's look at the two girls next, I don't know who comes first?"

Li Mengmeng looked at Bei Yutang with a smile, "Sister Bei, please first?" ”

Bei Yutang refused: "It's better for my sister to ask first." ”

Li Mengmeng didn't seem to refuse her intentions, "That sister is ugly first." ”

Everyone looked at Li Mengmeng expectantly, in their eyes, Li Mengmeng is a beautiful person, beautiful dance, high piano skills, a very talented woman, and for poetry, in their opinion, there must be no problem.

"The title of Lord Zuo is seven unique poems with the theme of flowers."

After Li Mengmeng finished speaking, he groaned slightly, held a silk fan, and whispered: "Proud and frustrated, every person is not the old romance, if it is not for the village flute blowing plum cheeks, who will be full of snow and frost." ”

As soon as her words fell, Ge Hong couldn't help but admire.

"Good poetry."

"Miss Li is a talented woman in the world."

A group of people praised her again.

Li Mengmeng's face was shy, and she said coquettishly: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

The corner of her eye paid attention to Zuo Chen's reaction, and her expression did not change, and she couldn't tell whether he was satisfied with the poems he had written.

"Lord Zuo, I don't know if I am satisfied with the poems I have made?" Li Mengmeng didn't guess either, and asked him directly.

Zuo Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, and replied lightly, "It's okay." ”

After Ge Hong and the others heard this, they all looked at the beauty with a worried face, for fear that the beauty would be sad when she heard it.

Li Mengmeng's face was as usual, not lost, and still with a faint smile, "Lord Zuo, the comment is right." It seems that the little girl still needs to learn more. ”

Zuo Chen no longer answered.

Li Mengmeng cleverly changed the topic, "Sister Bei, you are the only one left now." ”

Bei Yutang looked at the request on the note, "With love as the theme, there must be hatred and sorrow." ”

If she is really just a girl's family, she may only have ignorant love, and have an ignorant vision of love, but she doesn't know what 'love' is, let alone understand, even if it is 'love', how can there be 'hate' and 'sorrow'.

Li Mengmeng's dream of such a topic is a bit difficult for the girl in the boudoir who has not left the cabinet, because she can't understand it, so she naturally makes a good sentence.