Chapter 15 Lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot
"Brother Sheng, you're here." Leng Qiuye said with a faint smile with her eyes like autumn water.
"Ye'er, how are you doing lately?" Baili Sheng said.
"Qiuye is very good, Brother Lao Sheng is worried." Leng Qiuye kept Baili Sheng one meter away, with a faint and consistent smile on his face.
The distance between Leng Qiuye and Baili Sheng was really far away, so far away that they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and could not be reached.
Anyayu looked at the faint sadness on Baili Sheng's face and could hear the deep concern in Baili Sheng's words.
"Ye'er." Baili Sheng said, and he took steps to get closer to Leng Qiuye. Leng Qiuye suddenly turned around, allowing Baili Sheng to move her further away.
"Today is a poetry meeting. How can there be no sound of silk and bamboo? If you don't dislike it, the autumn leaves will look ugly."
"Miss Qiuye, why do you say this? Being able to listen to Miss Qiuye playing the piano is a blessing in life." I don't know if the young master suddenly said this, and everything fell into place. Anyway, it was just as Leng Qiuye wanted.
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Anyayu looked at Leng Qiuye, who was sitting in the middle of the flower pavilion playing the piano, and had to pretend to smile even though he clearly didn't love her. Then she looked at Baili Sheng with melancholy eyes on the other side. It must be a lot to be invisible and far away from the one she loves so much.
Painful things.
The poetry meeting had already begun. First, Leng Huaping wrote a poem in memory of Peony. Others also began to write and write their own poems on the white rice paper.
Pieces of rice paper soaked with ink marks of dragons and phoenixes were hung around the flower pavilion. The fragrance of ink floated in the air, the bright red peonies swayed gently with the breeze, and the sound of the water-like piano echoed in the flower pavilion.
Li Ping'er has composed three poems in a row, and everyone praised her as the most talented woman in Baili Kingdom.
Anya Yu and Anya Ting found a corner and sat down. She really couldn't understand these ancient people. It was obviously a matter of elegance, but they were turned into a show of ink by these people, and they insisted on competing.
"Miss An San, everyone has written poems, why don't you?" Zheng Ping'er, who was composing a poem, suddenly turned around and looked at Anya Yu.
"I can't compose poetry, so it's better to stay here." Anyayu laughed at herself.
"Oh, Miss An San can't compose poetry, so why do you come here? Is there some other purpose?"
Looking at Zheng Ping'er's disgusting face, Anyayu stood up and looked at Zheng Ping'er, thinking that this nymphomaniac actually made her lose face in front of everyone, so don't blame her for being rude.
"It blooms late to let the flowers bloom, and they are planted in the precious land to form a pair of jade halls. The red smoke curls up and makes people want to speak, and the plain flowers reflect the moon and only smell the fragrance. The tailoring is in the east wind, and it is as light as the Western makeup. It is elegantly called the first crown in the flower, and the year
Old age takes away the spring."
As soon as Anyayu finished speaking, she saw Zheng Ping'er's eyes were cloudy and clear.
"Ms. Zheng, what do you think of my humble work just now?"
In fact, Anyayu doesn't want to do this. It's too much to call Zheng Ping'er. Don't forget that she came from modern times. There are as many poems as there are, and every sentence is a masterpiece, no one can choose from them.
What's the thorn?
"Miss An San, you are such a talented person. I didn't expect that I kept it hidden all this time and refused to show it out!" Zheng Ping'er said word by word.
"That's not thanks to Miss Zheng." Anyayu looked at Zheng Ping'er's already green face, and felt happy in her heart. The most talented woman turned out to be nothing more than that. She must have read too many books, and her brain became confused.
That's good, otherwise you'll shoot yourself in the foot.
"Since Miss An San is so talented, how about we play a game?" Zheng Ping'er suddenly changed her expression and looked at Anya Yu with a bright smile.
"Miss Zheng, I don't want to play any games. I'm here to enjoy the flowers." Anyayu caught the flash of smile in Zheng Ping'er's eyes when he spoke. She knew that Zheng Ping'er definitely didn't have any good intentions. She had just been
He has gained face for himself and there is no need to continue to entangle with Zheng Ping'er.
"Miss An San, didn't An Hou teach you that it would be rude to refuse when someone invites you? Where is the education of a lady from a distinguished family?" Zheng Ping'er said with a smile.
Anyayu could clearly see the contempt in Zheng Ping'er's smile and the humiliation towards the Anhou Mansion, and said that she could do it, but she couldn't say it to the entire Anhou Mansion. It seemed that this game had reached a point where it had to be played.
"Okay, Miss Zheng should tell you the rules of the game." Anyayu said coldly.
"The rule is very simple, that is, one person says ten idioms with flowery characters at a time, and then uses this method to speak smoothly. Whoever speaks more wins." Li Ping'er said.
"Okay, just follow Miss Zheng." Anyayu secretly laughed in her heart. This idiom can be said to be her special skill. Li Ping'er, since the rock just now didn't hit you enough, I don't mind hitting you again.
, anyway, you brought this on yourself.
"Well, let me start by saying that wonderful pens produce flowers. In the season of falling flowers, sunflowers face the sun, sticky flowers attract grass, exotic grasses and strange flowers, leaves are thin and flowers are broken, the eyes are dazzled, the eyes are dazzled, and the flowers are shy and the moon is closed." Zheng Ping'er finished in one breath.
Ten idioms.
Everyone had to admire that everyone could say ten idioms with flower characters, but who could say them quickly without thinking at all? Zheng Ping'er is truly the most talented woman in Baili Kingdom.
"Miss An San, it's your turn." Zheng Ping'er looked at Anyayu with a proud face. She felt that she had already won. Since Anyayu dares to seduce her fifth prince, you must pass her. Zheng Ping'er
This is the level.
If Anyayu knew what Zheng Ping'er was thinking at this moment, she would definitely vomit blood. This is a huge misunderstanding!
Yu Linfeng watched the so-called game between these two women with interest. He wanted to see who the final winner was.