Wensheng Pavilion.

Above the lake, the aftermath is still unsettled.

The startled waves, like thousands of raindrops, reflected the brilliance of the moonlight, and the rain fell.

Above the lake, although the holy flower of Nawen is still not blooming, the budding buds are obviously gorgeous under Rong Zi'an's poems.

The flowers are swaying, everyone is trembling, and the beautiful eyes are shining.

At this time, Rong Zi'an is like the stars in the sky, how dazzling it is.

In the end, Rong Zi'an walked to Lu Xuexin beside him, but with a smiling face, he looked at the Holy Maiden of the Sword Immortal Palace: "Xuexin, I can write this poem for you, do you like it?"

When Rong Zi'an's words fell, Lu Xuexin was suddenly shy, and her pretty face was flushed.

At the same time, the people around him exploded and immediately coaxed.

"Wow~"

"It's romantic!"

"The Holy Son of Wengong is not only talented and talented, but I didn't expect to have such a mood?"

"Tonight, this Fairy Lu Xuexin, I'm afraid she is the most dazzling woman in this Wensheng Pavilion. ”

"Even the woman in the green dress just now is not as dazzling as this Xuexin Fairy. ”

Everyone sighed, and many women cast envious glances at Lu Xuexin.

In their opinion, maybe Lu Xuexin's appearance is not as good as Feng Xinyan, but with such a beautiful poetry bonus, Lu Xuexin's charm has undoubtedly far surpassed Feng Xinyan.

"Talented and beautiful, a perfect match!"

"Together~"

"Together~"

There was an uproar all around, and everyone was in a hurry.

Rong Zi'an smiled proudly, but Lu Xuexin was blushing and afraid to raise her head.

"Chu Yun, Wengong's poem is indeed very beautiful?"

As for Feng Xinyan not far away, she also had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, revealing a bit of envy.

To have a poem written specifically for herself would be an honor and joy for any woman.

After all, people can't last forever, but poetry can last forever. And the woman in the poem naturally lasts forever.

Chu Yun did not comment, still bowing his head and tasting tea.

And at this time, as if to show off something, Rong Zi'an deliberately looked ahead, and asked Chu Yun with pride: "Holy Son of Qingong, how is it, is this poem okay?"

Lu Xuexin also looked at Chu Yun with Rong Zi'an's gaze, and Lu Xuexin at this time was also very proud, as if telling Chu Yun that she Lu Xuexin is not something you can pursue?

The only person who is qualified to pursue me is Rong Zi'an, who is both talented and beautiful.

Chu Yun naturally ignored them.

Two boring people came to find a sense of existence, and Chu Yun didn't bother to pay attention to them at all.

However, Chu Yun's reaction, in the eyes of everyone, made people feel that Chu Yun had nothing to say because of embarrassment and shame.

After all, the Holy Son of Wengong picks up girls, not only by identity and appearance, but also by talent.

As for Chu Yun, he drank tea with his head down.

"Hey, I really can't figure it out, that fairy in the green skirt, so beautiful, how could he be arched by such a pig?"

"It's like flowers stuck in cow dung. ”

Many people feel that Feng Xinyan is not worth it, and that she has a bad eye for people.

And Rong Zi'an also looked proudly in the direction of Feng Xinyan at this time, and seemed to say again, how about it, regret it?

This poem was meant for you, who made you blind and have dinner with a piece of waste.

Chu Yun was still silent, while Feng Xinyan listened to the gossip around her, but her pretty face turned a little whiter.

"Hmph, what's the smugness?"

"Just this kind of poem, are you embarrassed to show off in front of our Holy Son?"

"The poems made by our Holy Son are thousands of times better than your poems, and they will kill you in seconds!" Mu Qingxue couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily at Rong Zi with a show fist.

When Rong Zi'an heard this, he immediately smiled.

"It seems that our Holy Son of Chuyun will also compose poems?"

"Haha~"

"Then why don't you have a poem too, let's all see how the poem of the Holy Son of Chu Yun is a thousand times better than me. ”

Rong Zi'an sneered, and his words were full of sarcasm.

Lu Xuexin also shook her head.

Of course she didn't believe that Chu Yun could really compose poetry, after all, the poetry was elegant, how could a person like Chu Yun from a humble background make good poems?

The little piano girl seemed to be helping Chu Yun, but in fact, she hurt him and set Chu Yun on the shelf for the exam.

In this situation, Chu Yun is embarrassed not to write poetry, and it is even more embarrassing to not do poetry well.

In short, tonight, Chu Yun's ugliness is about to be decided.

After Rong Zi'an's words fell, everyone was in a commotion again.

"Don't be cowardly?"

"Get up and compose poetry!"

"It's not enough to just talk big. ”

"Haha~"

"I don't think he can do it, can he?"

"It's just a joke..."

Everyone looked at the young man who was still silent, sitting quietly and drinking tea, and they all sneered and laughed, their faces full of disdain.

Feng Xinyan was afraid that Chu Yun would be embarrassed, so she hurriedly pulled Chu Yun: "Chu Yun, don't pay attention to them, it's not a big deal to see the excitement, you are a pianist, there is nothing embarrassing about not being able to compose poems, and now it's getting late, let's go back." ”

Feng Xinyan could see that this Rong Zi'an was clearly targeting Chu Yun and deliberately making him ugly.

If this situation continues, Chu Yun is afraid that he will really be embarrassed.

Feng Xinyan thought that Rong Zi'an had a grudge against Chu Yun because of herself, so she felt a little guilty in her heart, and got up and pulled Chu Yun to leave.

At this time, Chu Yun finally put down the teacup in his hand, but in the face of Feng Xinyan's words, he smiled faintly.

"Go, why go?"

"The Holy Son of Wengong is so enthusiastic, if the deity doesn't give face, won't others say that there is no one in our Qin Palace. ”

Hearing Chu Yun's words, Lu Xuexin and Rong Zi'an frowned secretly.

This stinky boy, do you really dare to write poetry?

When everyone was puzzled, Chu Yun immediately got up, smiled with his hands: "Holy Son of Wengong, as you wish." ”

"Chu Yun, don't be impulsive, he is deliberately provoking you and making you ugly. Unexpectedly, Chu Yun agreed, and Feng Xinyan suddenly felt anxious.

The poems are obscure and profound, and if you don't have a strong literary foundation, you can't do it at all.

Chu Yun is a pianist who learns the piano, how can he compose poetry?

If you can, I'm afraid you'll only make yourself more unbearable for a while.

"Sister Xinyan, you just don't care, just look at it with peace of mind. ”

"Our Son is very powerful. ”

Mu Qingxue pulled Feng Xinyan away, and then looked at the Holy Son of their Qin Palace with antiquation.

Others don't know Chu Yun's talent, but Mu Qingxue does.

After all, her first encounter with Chu Yun was because of a poem, a very beautiful poem.

"Qingxue, you are harming your holy son. Feng Xinyan was full of anxiety, and finally sighed helplessly.

At this time, Chu Yun had already walked into the crowd, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at Rong Zi'an, and smiling faintly.

"Bungong Holy Son, I think I'm too boring alone. I heard that on the holy lake of this article, the article can attract the power of the moon. ”

"Poetry can become a sword, words can destroy an army. ”

"In that case, why don't you and I fight with poetry on the lake. It is not only high and low, but also life and death. ”

"I don't know the Holy Son of Wengong, dare or not?"

Chu Yun said lightly, but when everyone heard this, they were shocked.

Is this boy crazy?

It's so big!

Sharing life and death with the holy son of Wengong with poetry?

Isn't this looking for death?

"It's also a waste that gets carried away by women. Many people were even more disdainful of Chu Yun in their hearts.

And Feng Xinyan was also anxious: "Chu Yun, are you crazy?"

"The strongest thing in the Wengong Palace is the poetry and articles, not to mention that there is also the blessing of the power of the moon here. ”

"You are short of yourself, but long of the enemy?"

"Didn't you hit a stone with an egg?"

"Don't be impulsive. ”

"Holy Son, do you really want to do this?" Mu Qingxue also felt that the matter was getting bigger, and her pretty face turned white.

But Rong Zi'an stood up at this time, and laughed: "Why should the Wind Holy Maiden meddle in her affairs, maybe the Holy Son of the other family is confident, you are talking like this, you are looking down on my Holy Son of Chuyun." ”

Then Rong Zi'an looked at Chu Yun again: "The Holy Son of Chu Yun is really courageous. ”

"I, Rongzian, gave up my life to accompany the gentleman, so I promised you. ”

"Tonight, between you and me, on this holy lake, we will divide ourselves with poetry, and determine life and death with words!"

Rong Zi'an's cold words raged in all directions.

When the storm started, the surface of the lake was filled with countless waves.

Lu Xuexin was a little worried and persuaded Rong Zi'an: "Zi'an, tomorrow is the game of your Wen Palace, if you shoot tonight, will it affect your performance tomorrow?"

Rong Zi'an waved his hand and said proudly: "Xue Xin, don't worry. This stinky boy killed himself, and even used poetry to share life and death with me. This kind of nether barbarian, how can poetry be such an elegant thing. I'm here to kill him, and it's no matter how hard it is. ”

"What's more, I abolished him tonight, tomorrow's battle, will anyone else in the Qin Palace be able to play?"

"When the time comes, our Wen Palace will be able to win without a fight!"