Jian Sui Daye

"Since Miss Lihua has spoken, I will naturally give you face. Let's not mention this matter for the time being. Let's get to the point quickly. If we don't succeed in fighting today, we must convince Wang Yanshu." Gao Ajun Feng said so.

"Huh!" Wang Yan didn't speak, but snorted heavily, very disdainful.

Seeing that the two of them were no longer entangled, the woman in black quickly said: "Thank you two young masters for betraying my concubine's face and letting go of my prejudices for a while. I will play another song later as a reward."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered, it was a great joy in life to be able to enjoy the beautiful piano sound of the woman in black again.You must know that the woman in black appeared only once in the third day, and played one piece of music each time, which shows that this opportunity to listen to one more piece is extremely rare.

"Okay, my son comes first, my son comes first!" After the cheers of the crowd subsided a bit, Gao Ajunfeng shouted impatiently.

Everyone fell silent, the woman in black looked in the direction of Gao Junfeng and said, "Young Master Gao!"

Gao Ajunfeng coughed loudly, adjusted his breath, and then chanted loudly: "The black gauze jade face complements each other beautifully. Thin eyebrows and beautiful eyes are as picturesque as scrolls. Soft catkin hands, gently twirling slowly. The sound is like a clear spring , ding dong crisp. Fish and geese sink, shame flowers close to the moon. Mulan hides her face in shame, flying swallows throw themselves into the lake enviously!"

After Gao Ajunfeng finished reciting, his two followers Hu Jun and Wang Meng clapped their hands immediately.The crowd downstairs also clamored and cheered. After all, Gao Ah Junfeng is the son of Gao Anaghu, no matter what his status is, even if he farts, there are many people who will cheer him up.

"Pfft", Wang Yan took a sip of tea and coughed continuously, his handsome face flushed red.

"Is this also called poetry?" Hearing the applause downstairs and Gao Ajunfeng's triumphant laughter, Wang Yanda was contemptuous.

"Mr. Gao has won the prize. How can the young girl's appearance of Puliu compare to Zhao Feiyan?" The woman in black smiled and said, "Who else is willing to present a masterpiece?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

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Then, one after another, people began to recite poems on the spot, but for some reason, the quality of the poems was not satisfactory. Wang Yan scratched his ears and cheeks, wanting to vomit.It's a pity that Wang Yan is not good at this personally, but he can't vent his anger if he wants to.

Poetry was really not good in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, especially in the north, where there was almost no development, but you can know a thing or two by looking at famous poets in history.This is mainly due to the many wars in the north, the intense integration of ethnic groups, and the power of ethnic minorities, which suppressed the development of Khan culture to a certain extent.

"Brother Wang, please take a look." Seeing Wang Yan gulping down tea gulpfully, he couldn't help but laugh when he was happy, and wrote a line of words on the table with his hand dipped in the tea.

Wang Yanzheng was amazed, when he read Gao Xing's writing, his eyes became bright instantly, his face flushed, and he was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Everyone, please listen to my work!" Wang Yan imitated Gao Ajunfeng, coughed a few times, and made a full gesture. After repeated urging from the guests downstairs, he said loudly: "Caixia shines on the window, the house A man."

"What the hell is this? Can it be called a poem? I'm dying of laughter!" Gao Ajunfeng satirized Wang Yan while laughing wildly. Naturally, his two loyal followers were not far behind. stand up.

The guests downstairs were not so arrogant, but they were not optimistic about Wang Yan either. After all, they were frequent visitors here, and they knew a little about Wang Yan's ability.Wang Yanren is smart, but he is not good at composing poems. As for Gao Ajunfeng, let alone Gao Ajunfeng, he is the most troublesome teacher in the school, not knowing how to compose poems is next. .

Wang Yanhun ignored Gao Ajunfeng's laughter, and sang to himself: "The body is about eight feet."

After saying this, Gao Junfeng laughed even more cheerfully, and even the woman in black frowned slightly.

"Hengliang." Wang Yan's voice suddenly rose.

Except for Gao Ajunfeng's laughter, all the other voices in Zuiyue Tower suddenly disappeared.Gao Ajunfeng was puzzled when he heard Hu Jun stop him: "My lord, don't laugh."

"What's wrong?" Gao Ajunfeng asked in surprise.

The entire Zuiyue Tower suddenly became quiet, which looked very strange, but it also seemed like the eve of a storm.

"Wang Yan, you bastard! How dare you insult me?"

In a short while, a mournful roar resounded through the entire Zuiyue Tower, making people's ears hurt and their eyes dazzled.

"Gao Junfeng, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I scold you?" Wang Yan stood up suddenly, stood at the door of the private room, glaring at Gao Junfeng's direction.

"How dare you mock me for being fat, you are looking for death!" Gao Ajunfeng roared.

"Hey, did you name your name? Some people are so funny that they are scolding themselves!" Wang Yan sneered and said in a strange way.

"You——" Gao Junfeng was furious, knowing that Wang Yan was mocking him, but he was helpless.If he really wanted to trouble Wang Yan, it would be a very embarrassing claim that he was seeking to scold him.

Seeing that Wang Yan and Gao Ajunfeng did not deal with each other, Gao Ajunfeng was at a disadvantage and burst into anger, the woman in black said: "My lord, your poem is just a trick, but it doesn't show your strength. The talent is coming! I also hope that Wang Gongzi will present a masterpiece, so that the servants can learn from it!"

"Here, miss." Wang Yan turned bitter, walked back to his seat, focused his expectant eyes on Gao Xing, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xing, quickly help brother Yu to think of a way, brother Yu really can't do this poem !"

"Brother Wang, Miss Lihua asked you to write poetry, how could you let me write it for you?" Gao Xing sat there, sipping tea leisurely.

"Hey, Brother Xing, since we've had a drink at the same table, please help me!"

"No, you have to be honest."

"You—you really don't want to help?"

"No help."

"Brother Xing, why don't you do Brother Yu a favor!" Wang Yan gently put his hands on Happy's shoulders, leaned gently in his arms, and said in a whimpering voice, his eyes seemed to melt away the hard stone with resentment.

"Pfft", I was so happy that my heart skipped a beat. There was not a mouthful of tea left in my mouth, and all of it was spilled on Wang Yan.

"I hate it, it's making me so hot!" Wang Yan lightly hammered on Happy's chest, rolled his eyes, and said softly.

Xing Xing felt that the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up in an instant, and a chill arose in his heart, which instantly spread all over his body, making his hair stand on end.

Gao Xing put down the teacup, suddenly pushed Wang Yan away, jumped up and begged for mercy, "Brother Wang, I will help you, don't do this again!"

"Hmph! That's more or less the same!" Wang Yan straightened his clothes and smiled smugly.

"Wang Yan, is your stomach empty and you have no more poems to sing? If so, you will admit defeat decisively. I have a lot of adults, and I don't care about you!" After waiting for a while, Wang Yan didn't see a word , Gao Ajunfeng starred in the run.

"Fart! My son is so talented and well-educated, how can you be comparable to an idiot like you?" Wang Yan refuted loudly.

"you--"

"Don't be impatient, my lord. We all know how capable Wang Yan is, just wait until he gets into trouble." Gao Junfeng was about to get angry, and Hu Jun stopped him again.

Gao Ajunfeng has a fiery temper, and he is arrogant on weekdays. Relying on Lao Tzu's power, he is used to being arrogant and domineering.Wang Lin was suppressed by her father in the court, Wang Yan naturally would not give Gao A Junfeng a good face.

"Brother Xing, are you ready?" Wang Yan said with confidence, but he had no idea in his heart.He and Gao Xing only had a relationship on two sides. Although they hit it off right away, and knew Gao Xing's conversation was extraordinary from the conversation, he didn't know anything about Gao Xing's accomplishments in poetry.It's just that Gao Xing's satirical sentences about Gao Junfeng made him feel interesting, but he didn't know how to do it himself, so he pinned his hopes on Gao Xing.

Gao Xing smiled confidently, dipped in the tea and wrote quickly on the table again.Wang Yan looked at it and began to chant aloud: "Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon. If you don't see it at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at the moonlight at Yaotai. A branch of red dew condensed fragrance, cloud and rain on Wushan Mountain is in vain. May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like that? Poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup. Famous flowers and beautiful flowers are in love with each other, and everyone looks at them with a smile. Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the Chenxiang Pavilion leans on the railing to the north."

This poem was originally "Qingping Diao" written by Li Bai, which was used to praise the beauty of Concubine Yang Gui, but it was shamelessly embezzled by Gao Xing at this time.

After Wang Yan finished reciting, the hall was silent for a while.This time, it was because of the beauty and charm of this poem, especially the woman in black, with a pair of black eyes bursting out with a bright light, and the corners of her brows and eyes were full of shock and joy.

The woman in black was the first to wake up, and exclaimed joyfully: "Young Master Wang really hides everything, with such a masterpiece, I almost missed it!"

"Wang Yan, you really did this? How is it possible? Quickly tell me, where did you steal it from?" Gao Ajunfeng heard it harshly, and couldn't help questioning.

"Fatty farts, it stinks! Gao Ajunfeng, don't use your own villainous heart to save others' gentleman's belly!" Wang Yan felt quite honored now, but he was also shocked in his heart.

He is not an ignorant idiot. Although he can't compose poetry, it doesn't mean he can't read it.Gao Xing is only 13 years old, but his poems have the demeanor of everyone and extraordinary talent, and his attainments are not far behind those of everyone Xie Lingyun.This can't help but make Wang Yan admire Gao Xing even more, and at the same time secretly glad that he didn't make friends.