The maids showed out three works in one by one. The chanting and whispering sounded immediately in the huge Wenxing Hall.

Ling Er, Dajiang and several other guards watched the first song together, Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower".

Ling Er was the most excited.

At this moment, he seemed to have entered a new realm of literature. He didn't know that it was the realm created by Song Ci on Earth. He stood in front of the two maids of Dabai and Xiaobai, but he had no worries about their pure faces and

The attractive career line has become completely devoted to the artistic conception brought by Butterfly Love Flower.

"The chrysanthemums are sad, the orchids are weeping in the dew, the silk curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon is not familiar with the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light passes through the red house at dawn."

"The beauty of desolation! The beauty of separation!" Ling Er chewed the previous stanza many times, and finally said a few comments.

"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the roads of the world. I want to send colorful papers and plains, but where do I know the mountains and rivers are wide?"

He recited the next stanza again, and then pondered for a long time, murmured: "This sad and graceful thought is so beautiful that it is so vast and vast! It is a magical work!"

When he was muttering a word, his thoughts had already flown away, as if he was the pitiful letter, lost in the vast mountains and rivers.

Ling Er has been reciting the first poem and is immersed in it, unwilling to leave.

On the other side, Su Xiaoyun, Ning Yu and his followers were watching the second song.

That is Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe".

After Su Xiaoyun looked at her for a long time, tears finally rolled down her eyes. She took a casual look at Su San who was chatting with Su Xing in a low voice but excited manner, and finally understood why she did this.

As for Ning Yu, he was originally disdainful, but when the followers suddenly stared at the lyrics and muttered to themselves, as if they had lost their souls, they also started to watch. After seeing this, his anger seemed to be caused by

It disappeared and sank into the lyrics realm.

He read it silently in his heart:

"The sky is blue, the yellow leaves are everywhere, the autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky is connected to the water, the fragrant grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun."

"The soul of the countryside is chasing the journey. Every night, unless you have a good dream to keep people drunk.       Don't lean on the high moon tower alone, the wine enters the sorrowful heart, and turns into tears of lovesickness."

"This word is so good, even the master doesn't have such feelings! Yes, because his mentor has never met a woman he likes, so he has not been able to make such a unique love poem! No, no

, It's because my level is low, and this word "sorrow" is not just about love, but about this and that, involving the entire unsatisfactory life!... No, this is the work of that little bastard, I am absolutely

I can't admit that this is a good lyric!”

Thinking of this, he came to his senses, hummed, reminding his followers.

Unfortunately, no one responded after that.

Then, he coughed three times in total, but no one responded.

This made him extremely frustrated.

Although those children from aristocratic families were playboys, they were still somewhat influenced by this land in Sujiang Prefecture. They have the ability to appreciate piano, chess, poetry, calligraphy and painting. It is rare to see such beautiful and grand new words, so they are very beautiful.

Invest.

Ning Yu was about to get angry, but he still broke the ground and responded to him: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable with your throat?"

Botuo was not interested in poetry. Seeing that everyone was reading the poems like crazy, I was very puzzled. When I heard Ning Yu coughing, I immediately became concerned.

"No, it's just that my throat is a little dry! What do you think of this word?" He asked through a message.

Breaking the ground back to preach: "I don't understand, but the young master thinks this word is good?"

"Uh.... Normally, but that's it, that's it!"

"That's right, I still think that the young master's is good. It's so good to sit and stand! It's easy to understand!"

Ning Yu secretly sweated, these two sentences were completely modified by Tang Bai, thus making this poem easy to understand and also bringing the whole poem to a higher level.

But he also understood that from the perspective of emotions, aesthetics, or art, it was less than the song in front of him.

"You're right! However, there's no way I can do this girl Su San likes me. As for this kid..." He paused and glanced at Su Xing who was chatting with Su San, with murderous intent in his eyes, "No matter how you do, you don't know.

How do you make him for me!”

Botu nodded and stared at Su Xing fiercely.

"By the way, I'll ask before he dies. If he has other poems, be sure to hand them over and give him a whole body!"

Breaking the ground in confusion, "Does it need such trouble?"

Ning Yu said coldly: "Do as you do!"

"Yes!" Break the ground to accept it.

After Ning Yu finished explaining, he glanced at Su San again. Su San felt an indescribable femininity all over his body, as if he could turn her heart into water. The unwillingness and strong desire in his eyes were almost impossible.

Concealed.

Although Su San had no waist, did not show his figure, and had a veil, he still could not isolate the natural feminine taste. Instead, it added a mysterious sense of temptation, making people feel the urge to find out.

In front of the third poem, the guests who followed him were surrounded.

Among these people are also literati and scholars who are good at writing. One of them is an old man, who is also a classmate of Tang Bai's childhood, named Wang Mo. Wang Mo claims to be half of Tang Bai, and he is also quite in Sujiang City.

Has a name for itself.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are colder on the high ground. I dance and play with the clear shadows, and it seems like I am in the world."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" After reading the upper verse of the Shuituo Songtou, Wang Mo gave the word "Miao" comment.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart.

”

Wang Mo read and suddenly his eyes were a little wet and said, "What a wonderful thing, how wonderful it is!"

His exclamation alarmed others, and someone asked, "Old Wang, what's the wonder?"

"The wonder is that he dares to ask the sky! The wonder is that he dares to say that the world is better than the sky! The wonder is that the human and the moon are connected, and the human and the moon are shared! The wonder is that harmony and harmony are happiness!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense. Mr. Wang is admirable!"

Su Xing and Su San also heard Wang Mo's comments. Although they didn't say much, they made sense.

Su San suddenly turned slightly red and said, "Young Master Chen, Su San wants to invite you to Tianxing Pavilion to discuss it?"

"Sister Su's invitation, I'm asking for it!" Su Xing was not polite, and it happened to clarify his purpose after this.

"Since Mr. Chen has been calling me sister, can Su San be lucky enough to call Mr. Chen "Brother" when Su San said, his voice tightened slightly and his face turned red.

Su Xing smiled and said, "Of course!"

Upon hearing this, the quiet well closed deep in Su San's heart seemed to be hit by a stone, making a violent echo.

Plop!

The water waves are rippling, and the ripples are rippling!

Su San tried his best to calm down and said, "So, please wait for me to send these people later!"

"Will it make things difficult for my sister??"

"No, brother, don't worry!" Su Sanyan smiled and turned around.

This smile is more charming than the smile that Su Daban had before, as if only this smile was left in the huge Wenxing Hall, which was so touching and heart-stirring.

Su Xing's little heart couldn't help but thrust, and Su Xing secretly warned: "No, no, the beauties in this world are too powerful, I have to be careful! I'm not a prodigal son!"

...

Over there, Su Sanlian moved lightly to Su Xiaoyun.

"Class, since you have seen Mr. Chen's lyrics, let's see you off!" Su San's face was calm, as if he was not asking for instructions, but giving orders.

"This..." Su Xiaoyun was a little difficult to do and looked at Ning Yu.

Ning Yu had already looked at Su San, who was coming with graceful eyes, and also heard what Su San said to Su Xiaoyun. At this moment, his lungs were about to explode, his face turned ashen, and the chill all over his body was raging.

"What? Mr. Ning doesn't keep his word?" Su San's voice sank.

"Rareless!" Ning Yu roared, and his extraordinary aura was released, pressing towards Su San.

"Be careful!" Su Xing felt it sincerely and immediately flashed and blocked Su San's face.

"snort!"

Ning Yu became even more angry when he saw that Su Xing's hero saved the beauty and tried to attack Su Xing's soul with his voice.

However, just as he snorted coldly, a stronger snor exploded in his ears and snorted his cold snorting completely.

His body trembled and his face paled in an instant. His soul seemed to be stabbed heavily, and it was in great pain!

"Master!"

At this moment, he was full of fear! In his perception, the person who secretly protected this place might not be sure, and he was definitely not able to match it.

"Young Master Ning, can you make things difficult for the little girl?" Although Su San said that, his voice had reached a freezing point.

And Ning Yu heard that his heart was trembling again, as if the ordinary voice was the second sword, and he had no way to resist it, which made his already unstable mind instantly dissipate.

He forced his luck to calm his mind, but his face was still pale and his back was wet with cold sweat. In this short period of time, he seemed to have experienced a battle that could not be defended or resisted.

"Young Master, why are you so angry? Let me flatten the place!"
To be continued...