On the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, Qi Bing and Wu Qiwen got together, guarding the TV, unspeakably anxious.

"I mean, what is this singing about, it's been endless?"

Qi Bing pointed to the TV and scolded.

A singer on TV is singing affectionately.

Wu Qiwen frowned, he and Qi Bing had been guarding the TV for half an hour, and he was not the slightest interested in the singing and dancing performances above.

The only thing they wanted to see was the poetry recitation.

Let's see if Wan Xiaofeng's name can appear.

"Have you seen it before? When did you start reciting poetry?"

Qi Bing shook his head awkwardly when he heard him ask.

TV?

What age is this, still watching TV?

He reckoned he hadn't watched TV in years.

"I haven't even watched the Spring Festival Gala, and I'm still watching the stuff?

Wu Qiwen hurriedly waved his hand.

His situation is similar to that of Qi Bing.

For people like them.

Television is already a very foreign thing.

In Qi Bing's scolding, the star on TV finally finished singing a song.

The host came up to the stage and first complimented the performance just now.

Then I happily told everyone that the Dragon Boat Festival party, the most familiar program has arrived.

"Dear audience friends in front of the TV, the annual "Duanyang Seminar" is being held in full swing, and now the top words of the second round are already in my hands. ”

After speaking, he shook the label on his hand.

"Next, I invite the famous singer Li Feilin to recite this song "Sauvignon Blanc, Cloud Vortex" for everyone!"

Li Feilin walked onto the stage with a spring breeze on her face.

first said hello to the host and chatted a few words about "Duanyang Talk".

Then he took the note in the host's hand, smiled and watched the host leave, and then slowly opened it.

The moment she opened the note, her expression was visibly frozen.

But fortunately, they are all experienced people on the stage, and they immediately regained their smiling faces after a short period of shock.

Qi Bing caught her expression and stabbed Wu Qiwen beside her.

"The quality of your company's artists is not very high!

Wu Qiwen was silent.

Li Feilin is an artist under his company, and she must be unhappy to see her make a mistake at such an important party, thinking that she will be severely criticized when she returns to the company.

After Li Feilin on TV regained her smile, she began to read to the camera.

"Sauvignon Blanc, Cloud Vortex", Author: Wan Xiaofeng......"

From Li Feilin's mouth, after hearing Wan Xiaofeng's three words, Qi Bing and the two glanced at each other and laughed.

They didn't listen carefully to what the words were written about, they just knew.

Something, it's done!

……

Let's talk about the game scene.

Zhao Xianyu took the manuscript and glanced at it casually.

He had given himself a death order in his heart, and no matter what the poem was, he would not let it appear on his painting.

"A person, if he is talented and virtuous, no matter how powerful his poems are, I, Zhao Xianyu, will not care. ”

"The clouds want to wear clothes and flowers want to look,

The spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountains,

will meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Zhao Xianyu looked at the poem in his hand, and then looked at his own painting.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look...... Do you want to be able to do anything?"

Zhao Xianyu muttered this poem over and over again.

When he finished reading it for the seventh time, he picked up the manuscript and hurried off the stage.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, he came to Wan Xiaofeng.

Pointing to the flowers on the poem, he asked:

"What kind of flower is this?"

Wan Xiaofeng was stunned for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"It looks like a peony, right?"

Zhao Xianyu got the answer, closed his eyes and kept groaning.

"So it's a peony?"

Then go straight to the backstage.

"Lao Zhao, where are you going?"

Li Tongsheng on the stage was anxious.

Is this Zhao Xianyu crazy?

Isn't this race over yet?

Just when the scene was arguing, Zhao Xianyu came back.

It turned out that he went backstage to find pen and ink.

He took the picture of the lady out of the shelf, spread it on the floor, leaned down, and began to paint.

After a while, there was an extra bush of peonies on his lady's picture.

When you're done, throw the pen and laugh.

"Hahaha...... I'll just say what is missing? It's perfect! Peony flowers are expensive, people are more expensive than flowers, peony flowers are delicate, people are more delicate than flowers!"

After finishing his hi, he went to pull Ren Chongjie again.

"Quick, quick, give me this song "Qingping Tune". ”

Ren Chongjie was dragged by him very uncomfortable and slandered in his mouth.

"Didn't you just say that Wan Xiaofeng's poems are not worthy of your paintings?"

Zhao Xianyu glared at him and began to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

"Did I tell me? I don't know if it's because I'm older, I don't think I remember?"

If it weren't for being on stage, Ren Chongjie would have wanted to spit and then scold him for "not being ashamed"!

……

The farce on the stage was stunned by the players.

"How could this be?"

"Looks like the top of the list has been decided?"

"What kind of poems can make Zhao Lao so excited?"

"Didn't he go to Wan Xiaofeng's side just now and ask something? It seems that the top of this round is still Wan Xiaofeng!"

Wang Shuyuan patted the distracted Wan Xiaofeng back.

"What did you write?"

It's not her alone.

The other four teammates looked at Wan Xiaofeng with curious eyes like good babies.

"Beauty poems?"

Wan Xiaofeng's casual answer was obviously unsatisfactory.

"Nonsense! I ask you what you wrote?"

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look!"

Just this sentence made the people around him stunned.

Not only the teammates of the "Kirin Society", but also several neighboring opponents also heard him.

"Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look, and you don't lose unjustly! Only this sentence is better than all of us. ”

When Wan Xiaofeng's sentence spread to every player in a blink of an eye.

After Li Qingyu heard it, he was like a balloon man, and he was deflated all of a sudden, and the whole person collapsed on the chair.

He has mixed feelings right now.

He spoke boldly in front of Wan Xiaofeng again and again.

But Wan Xiaofeng slapped himself again and again.

He felt like he wanted a laughing stock right now.

The teammates of the surrounding Qinglong Club looked at themselves differently.

"God, God, what is the birth of the peak!"

Well...... This sentence seems a little awkward.

In the time and space without the Three Kingdoms, of course, there is no "both Yu and He Shengliang".

However, this Li Qinglong actually came to such a sentence. The jaws of the people around him dropped in shock.

If it weren't for his identity, it is estimated that someone would wake him up.

"Wake up, you're a weird idea!"

If he regrets failure, his exclamation can still resonate.

But after three rounds, wasn't that time crushed by someone?

can still create a sentence like "both the peak and the dragon".

How much do you think of yourself?

……

Over there, Ren Chongjie's words were finally finished.

Zhao Xianyu couldn't wait to hang the painting on the exhibition shelf anew.

When everyone saw the hand of the inscription on the painting.

Looking at Wan Xiaofeng's eyes, he had a deep fear.

"Is this person a human or a demon, or is it really a poet and an immortal?"

……