Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Drunk Breeze

Chapter 225 Poetry Recitation Competition
Hearing Li Fei'er's words, the corners of Cheng Ling'er's mouth rose slightly, obviously enjoying these words very much.

"Sister Fei'er, don't worry, Su Wanyue has bullied you so much, if she dares to participate in today's competition, sister will definitely let her return home in a disastrous defeat, and vent her anger for Sister Fei'er."

Li Fei'er was moved and said: "Thank you, Sister Cheng..." But she was disdainful in her heart, if it weren't for the fact that Miss Ben spent all her time painting these years, how could you come out and dance?
Cheng Linger saw that the time was almost up, and it was time for her to appear, so she walked slowly to Xiao Beihou and the others, and Shi Shiran saluted.

Then with a slight smile on his face, he looked at the lotus flowers on the lake, and began to chant: "The breeze gently blows the green wave pool, and the green waves roll over the jasper plate. There are various poses and different forms of fragrance, and there have been dragonflies standing on it."

Hearing the poem chanted by Cheng Linger, Xiao Beihou, Yi Lao and Wu Lao nodded their heads, and Xiao Beihou even praised: "That's right, you're the girl from the Cheng family?"

Cheng Ling'er looked neither humble nor overbearing, and said: "Back to Lord Hou, my father is General Cheng Yaojin..."

Hearing Cheng Linger's words, Su Wanyue's complexion couldn't help flashing a strange look, as if she wanted to laugh, but she tried her best to hold it back, it seemed that she was uncomfortable.

Su Jin'er on the side looked at her suspiciously, and said softly, "What's wrong with you, Fourth Sister? Is there something wrong?"

Su Wanyue tried her best to hold back her laughter, and said, "It's nothing, I don't know if Third Sister knows, what kind of weapon does General Cheng use on weekdays? Is it an axe?"

Pfft, return Cheng Yaojin?I return Li Shimin!

Su Jin'er shook her head with a smile, and said, "The ax is used to chop firewood. How could General Cheng use an ax as a weapon? Where did Fourth Sister hear about it?"

Su Wanyue blinked her eyes, thought for a while, and said, "I can't remember, I probably read it in some unofficial history book!"

He thought to himself: The famous incarnate demon king of the Tang Dynasty, General Cheng Yaojin, didn't the weapon he used was an axe?

At this moment, Liniang walked over from one of the boats, came to Xiao Beihou and the others, and said with a coquettish smile, "I've met Beihou, Mr. Yi, and Mr. Wu. This is a poem written by my Miss Mudan." , please take a look at the three of you."

After finishing speaking, he cast an electric wink at Xiao Beihou, and then handed over the rice paper in his hand.

Seeing that it was Liniang, Xiao Beihou's face darkened, although he really wanted to throw the plate and quit, but he also thought that the backstage of Fengyue Tower was the Nether Palace, so he had to endure the overwhelming anger in his heart and stood frozen on the spot.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes suddenly turned subtle, and they were so rampant after arresting their only son, there was really no one else except Fengyuelou.

They have also heard about the escape of Prince Jinghong from Fengyue Tower. It is said that Fengyue Tower has not captured Prince Jinghong until now, and they don't know where he is hiding...

If this grandson of Jinghong is caught again by the people of Fengyuelou, he is afraid that he will be even more miserable than the son of Hong Daren's family.

Thinking of this, everyone shook their heads and sighed, and many women who had a crush on the prince Jinghong were secretly wiping away their tears.

Jing Tianyin in the boat frowned, looked at Mo Xiuran and said, "Did the Emperor send someone to find Prince Jinghong?"

Mo Xiuqi's long and narrow phoenix eyes drew a cold arc, and said slowly: "No, but fortunately, the people in Fengyue Tower did not find him."

Those people are so courageous that they even dare to lust for the Lord of the Nether Palace. Although death is not a pity, there are also some innocent people like Xiao Hongfei who have been exiled. It is too rampant for Ming Chuchen to do so .

Jing Tianyin said lightly: "I don't know who was able to rescue people from Fengyue Tower?"

Apart from guarding the Emperor Star, Tianji Sect has always ignored other mundane matters. As long as the Nether Palace does not do anything to harm the Emperor Star, he... will not take action.

Hearing Jing Tianyin's words, Mo Xiuran glanced at Su Wanyue's direction, and the corner of his mouth curled up, saying meaningfully: "It took only half a day for Xiao Hongfei to be rescued, and Fengyue Tower lost Su Wenxuan, son of the Su family, and Su Wenxuan suddenly returned to Su's house, and was even found hanging from a tree in the back garden of the mansion, it is said that a group of thieves who entered the mansion to steal treasure did it."

There are many masters hiding in the dark in Fengyue Building, and Su Wenxuan doesn't know martial arts, so he must be robbed by masters.

It's just that after Su Wenxuan was robbed, he suddenly appeared on the tree of the Su Mansion, and even said that it was done by thieves who broke into the house and stole the treasure, which is a bit unreasonable...

Jing Tianyin was startled by the face of a celestial being, even though she was sitting there quietly, she had a cool and distinguished aura, seeing Mo Xiuran's expression, she was slightly taken aback, "Do you suspect it's her?"

Mo Xiuran raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile on his handsome face, "Except for her, who else would have the courage to go to Fengyue Tower to rob people?"

Jing Tianyin frowned and said nothing, her cold eyes looked in Su Wanyue's direction.

Thinking of the scene where Su Wanyue called Ming Chuchen's father five years ago, Mo Xiuran couldn't help but suppress his smile, the relationship between them...

In the pavilion, Elder Wu and Elder Yi looked at each other, they naturally knew about the entanglement between Xiao Beihou and Fengyuelou, so they took the rice paper from Liniang's hand.

"The three of you should read it carefully, and I will leave first." Liniang smiled coquettishly and flicked the embroidered handkerchief, just brushing Beihou's face, ignoring Beihou's dark complexion, twisted her waist and returned to the painting boat.

After Liniang left, Su Wanyue removed the silk handkerchief pretending to be wiping sweat from her face, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, she wondered if it was her illusion, she always felt that Liniang seemed to smile at her when she passed by Laugh, did you already recognize her?
After taking the rice paper, Elder Yi and Elder Wu glanced at it, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Everyone was curious, wondering what the Peony girl wrote?
As for Mr. Liu who presented the poem to Miss Mudan, he couldn't help asking first, "I don't know what poem Miss Mudan wrote? Can the elder tell me?"

Su Wanyue glanced at one of the painting boats, and then curled her lips. Is the little beauty who wanted to poison her called Peony?But, I'm afraid it's not his real name, right?

Elder Yi stroked his beard, knowing that everyone was curious, so he immediately read, "The flowers bloom and the sky is fragrant, and the clothes are dyed at night, boasting that there is no one in the world. Only the peony is really beautiful, and it has the most fragrant fragrance in the world."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone applauded.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Miss Peony is indeed the newest oiran in Fengyue Tower. She is really talented and beautiful. In today's first competition, I am afraid that no one can surpass her!" The young man surnamed Liu was the first to speak out. , and then looked affectionately towards the painting boat, obviously to please Mudan, and deliberately said it to her.

"That's right. I thought Miss Cheng's lotus poems were good, but Miss Mudan's peony poems seem to be even better." Another young master praised.

"Ms. Peony's poems are really good. She is so talented. I think she can't beat the couplet. It seems that this year's flower king must be Miss Peony." A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of a young lady.

"That's not necessarily true. Fourth Miss Su is excellent in piano and painting, maybe her poems are also astonishing to the world!" Another lady put forward a different point of view.

(End of this chapter)