"Impossible. How can a non-Jie layman be such a childish person?"
"Youwei, what are you talking about? You must have recognized the wrong person."
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, how is it possible? It's definitely impossible."
Shen Youwei glanced at the guests in the hall and explained: "As a member of Shanglin Garden and a lover of resentment, Youwei has seen the manuscript of resentment."
"The fonts of the two are exactly the same, but the ink of this poem has just dried, and it still contains the pipa title I just wrote, which shows that the person is still there."
"And just now, when the poems were flying out, the young master couldn't help himself and subconsciously shouted my poems."
"Finally, the content of this poem is superb. It must be a non-preceptive layman."
After explaining, Shen Youwei looked at Fu Yunshuang again and asked, "I hope the layman can let Youwei read the entire poem. No matter what the conditions, Youwei is willing to agree."
???When you say this, do you mean sleeping is fine? So what are you doing to choose a son-in-law?
Fu Yunshuang hesitated for a moment and did not agree, but looked at Li Xiuzhu.
Even if you don’t watch it, you have already watched it, and the fake Li Kui downstairs is really annoying and has ruined his reputation.
Li Xiuzhu sighed and nodded slightly, and Fu Yunshuang immediately understood what he meant.
"Can!"
?This, I asked the layman, why does the layman want to look back?
However, at this moment, Nong Yue stood up at the side and solved Shen Youwei's doubts.
Yes, the layman is looking at Sister Nongyue.
It seemed that the layman and Sister Nongyue had a very good relationship, but thinking of Nongyue's age and the young layman's childish appearance, Shen Youwei's face suddenly turned red.
Well, it’s true that sister Nong Yue is still playing hawk and catching chicks at such a big age.
But since he likes Sister Nongyue, he must have a chance, right?
Shen Youwei didn't expect too much, she just hoped that her first time would not have too many regrets.
It was not a loss for her to be so handsome to her favorite poet... her only regret was a little smaller.
There are problems, but they are not big.
Fu Yunshuang didn't expect that despite her good intentions, she would be psychologically offended by an 'old girl'.
If she knew it, Fu Yunshuang would definitely let her see the thousand-year secrets of Konoha.
While Yun Shuang was attracting attention, Li Xiuzhu wrote his number on the last piece of paper.
At this moment, Su Chengcheng and Li Biyao on the side were dumbfounded.
They never expected that the poet who became popular in the capital overnight two days ago was actually Li Xiuzhu.
But thinking about the poem Peach Garden, it doesn’t seem impossible.
"Yunshuang, don't expose me. Otherwise, if your sister knows that I brought you to the brothel, you won't be able to come out."
"Also, hold your voice tight. You are a man now. In the brothel, don't let anyone find out that you are a girl."
Fu Yunshuang Alexander, but had to bite the bullet and nodded.
The four pieces of paper were quickly sent to Shen Youwei because of the title of layman. Everyone who sent them had read them, and the poems on them were really amazing.
But they haven't seen the complete poem yet, so they can only have a rough idea in their mind.
Fu Yunshuang glanced at it and handed the last piece of paper to Cuiyun, who had just returned two minutes ago.
"Send this to her too."
Cuiyun is numb. Are you kidding me? I've only been here for two minutes.
But what could a maid say? She obediently took the last piece of poetry and went down.
At this point, the complete poem is in Shen Youwei's hands.
Just when Shen Youwei wanted to take a closer look, shouts came from the audience.
"Youwei, everyone, you can't swallow such poems to yourself."
"Yes, everyone, Youwei, please show us too."
Shen Youwei's face suddenly turned red, and she quickly called the five maids. After looking at the order, each of them handed one in their hand.
At this point, this cut version of Pipa Xing finally appeared in front of everyone, and everyone looked at it for a while.
Today I was spending leisurely time in the Red Mansion when I suddenly heard singing in the forest.
He came out after calling for thousands of times, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
…
…
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
The recitations came out from Shen Youwei's seductive red lips, forming a picture in everyone's hearts, and everyone who listened was shocked.
Is it relevant to the topic? It is simply too relevant. It can no longer be described as a topic.
Moreover, the poems are beautiful and it is difficult to find a more suitable replacement. It is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
At this time, Shen Youwei, who had finished reading, stood stupidly, not knowing what she was thinking.
From this poem, she seemed to see her own life, but the future life was very bleak.
It's a pity...do you know what it is used for, and can it be modified?
Shen Youwei smiled bitterly, confused and not knowing where to go.
It took her a long time to come back to her senses and look at the young man on the high platform. She didn't understand why he understood her so well, nor why he had such experience.
At this time, Fu Yunshuang was dressed in men's clothing, and because he was twelve years old and had limited development, and was in the stage of changing his voice, he was far away. For a while, no one noticed that this kid with a yellow mouth was actually a girl with a yellow mouth.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could such an article be written by a child with a yellow mouth?"
This was not Du Ziteng, but a middle-aged man, but his words immediately resonated with more people.
Du Ziteng was even more excited and said: "Yes, how can such a poem be written by a young child? It must be fake."
Fu Yunshuang was a little anxious when she heard this. She had never been through this battle before. Looking at the noisy crowd below, she was not only anxious, but also a little guilty.
"If you have ambitions, it doesn't matter how old you are. If you don't have ambitions, you can live for a hundred years in vain. It would be better to be the prime minister at eight years old. If it were you... Haha, I'm afraid it would be difficult even at eighty years old."
Gambi is a child in this world who is similar to Gan Luo. He happened to see it when he was reading historical records two days ago.
Fu Yunshuang's eyes suddenly lit up. Knowing that this was his brother-in-law endorsing him, he immediately shouted in a deep voice: "If you have ambitions, it's not your age. If you don't have ambitions, you will live for a hundred years in vain. I would rather be prime minister at eight years old. In exchange for you... Haha, I'm afraid of being eighty years old." It’s also difficult.”
Good guy, you can even learn from Hehe. Girl, you are really not afraid of attracting hatred.
Sure enough, as soon as Fu Yunshuang finished speaking, the crowd below became excited, but they opened their mouths and didn't know what to say in rebuttal.
"Young boy with a yellow mouth and a sharp mouth. If you have any skills, let's compete?"
Fu Yunshuang suddenly felt guilty again. The competition...she didn't know what to do.
She subconsciously glanced at her brother-in-law, only to see him nodding, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Since my brother-in-law nodded, that's no problem.
"Let's compare, what do you mean?"
"Since you are comparing yourself to the prime minister, you must be talented in bad fighting. How about we compare poems, pairs, and play chess?"
Li Xiuzhu rolled his eyes when he heard this and complained softly: "Even if Gambi has just learned Badou, he may not be proficient in so much, but I took it."
Fu Yunshuang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. When she heard the first half of the sentence, she thought her brother-in-law was not good enough, which would be embarrassing for her. Fortunately, her brother-in-law never let her down.
"Even if Gambi has just learned Badou, he may not be proficient in so much, right? But I will accept it and make you convinced that you have lost."
The little girl raised her head as she spoke, with her nostrils pointing upward, as if she was the best person in the world.
At this time, the three girls on the side also looked expectant. Today's experience was a dream, and they were so looking forward to the next competition.