Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 177 Because I am Shangguan Ren ([-])
"Father, if that counts as talent, then I can guarantee that my concubine is definitely better than her!"

Nangong Cange said with certainty that even Nangong Xuan became suspicious.

To Shangguan Ren said: "In that case, then Ren'er will write three poems with the theme of plum blossoms."

What Nangong Xuan said was simple, but in fact it was a difficult problem.

It is actually very difficult to make the three poems consecutively, basically impossible.

But Shangguan Ren didn't make it himself, so naturally these problems don't exist.It's very simple, since Murong Yan didn't do it by herself, then she doesn't have to be a hero.

"In the past, I once wrote plums in the western suburbs, and the vastness of the past is like flying dust.

That is to say, today's decline and illness are lazy, and the traces of the past are not forgotten.

The hometown of the king of Shu has been plowed all over, and there are still thousands of snowdrifts scattered.

The dream of the Jade Palace in Zhulou is broken, and the people mourn for the smoke and flutes.

The two dragons lie still and do not fly away, their scales and armor fall off and grow berry moss.

The spirit meets the snow and the moon most, and the strength fights the frost.

The custodians let the scholars go on their own, and Shuji and Jingnv know who is the matchmaker.

Although the damage is more serious, it will compete with the heaven and the earth for the spring back.

Cang Ran old air peach apricot, laughing at me white-haired heart still child.

The breeze is pretending to be charming, and it blows into the golden shackles. "

Shangguan Ren barely paused, and continued on to the next song.

"Several bamboo fences cover the fish rocks, and thousands of plum blossoms fly across the ground.

I am happy to visit the eaves to ask for a smile, but I am sad to see the water and return.

There is nothing to worry about in the shadow of Hengyue, and the current affairs are even worse when the branches are full of children. "

Nangong Xuan's face was a bit ugly, but Shangguan Ren ignored him and continued.

"Dry ponds accumulate withered leaves, mao houses are surrounded by sparse fences.

Poor Ting Zhongmei, no one knows about her blooming.

Loneliness ends in fragrance, and lonely chastity sees a quiet posture.

The snow is covered with green moss, and Shangerqi is scattered.

I don't need sunshine when I come here, light rain is just right.

Facing the wind, there are no worries, and the sun and sunset lean on the branches.

Since ancient times, the love has been in my generation, and it is no wonder that tears stained the clothes before the respect.

Changxi Dongshan Rong Lao Suoyue Valley You Appreciate Poems You Appreciate Plum Blossoms
There is no bright moon at the bottom of the world, only the green hills are for display.

There are no magpies standing in the cold forest, and there are monks returning to the white road by the water. "

The first words of the three poems are all classics, and they were uttered by Shangguan Ren coherently without a pause.How can they not be shocked.Even Leng Jue turned his head and looked at Shangguan Ren again.

(End of this chapter)