The woman saw that she had finished speaking, but Feng Mo Ran didn't reply, but looked distracted, she frowned, and she didn't know what kind of reaction Feng Mo Ran was, just with her demonic face that didn't show anything, she really didn't know what she was thinking, and she couldn't see her emotions, but it didn't seem like she was afraid

In fact, at this time, the wind and ink dyeing are just running their brains rapidly, filtering all memories to find poems about wine, although I finally thought of Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", but the content couldn't be remembered for a while, and she later tried to rack her brains to recall, it seems that the content of that poem has nothing to do with wine, mainly talking about Tao Yuanming's life after living in seclusion or something

Thinking of this, Feng Mo Ran couldn't help frowning, and decided not to dwell on the wine, but to bypass the theme, she said to the woman as if she was coming back to her senses: "The topic of wine is too simple, I thought about it and think it's still interesting to challenge some difficult ones, isn't it, why don't we focus on the war and make some verses around this proposition, okay?" Wind ink stained half-squinted demon eyes, evil hooked the corners of the lips, the content about wine is really easy to write, of course, for people who are good at these, because wine is more common, such as what to drink under the moonlight, and then borrow the scene lyric can easily write a poem, this kind of abounds, but war is not, at least so far Yao Ming is still relatively peaceful, almost no war, I have not experienced it, naturally I can't understand the emotions well, and naturally I can't describe it appropriately, this theme can be said to be not generally difficult！

As soon as Feng Mo Ran this proposal came out, it was the woman's turn not to speak, she frowned and thought for a long time, but she finally didn't think of any poems that could be put on the stage, but it was better to say that the theme of war was too difficult, she couldn't think of it at all, and even if she thought of it, it was all pediatrics, and it would be just a shame to chant it

But she can't think of it, the woman is not in a hurry, she feels that since she can't think of it, then half of the wind and ink dyeing can't think of anything, after all, this is a country of women, usually women know a lot more than men, so I thought that Feng Mo Dye just wanted to scare people with this topic, it was to let her know the difficulties and retreat first admit defeat, and win without a fight, I felt that maybe Feng Mo Dye actually didn't know anything, but it was better to have difficult questions that everyone couldn't answer, so as to cover up and not let yourself be embarrassed

When the woman thought about it, she wasn't afraid, she felt that most of the wind and ink dyes were just pretending, and she definitely couldn't think of anything good, so she nodded and responded, but because of her thoughts, she had a countermeasure, that is

"Since Childe wants to write poems about war, I don't object to it, Childe will come first?" The woman smiled and said, let Feng Mo Ran come first, if she can't answer, then there will be a good show to watch, or even if she holds back a few sentences, as long as she can think of the poems that overpower her, it will be a complete victory, and it can be said that the other party is a "childe", so she can't take advantage of it, let her, just read a few lines of poetry casually, so isn't it over

After all, the theme of war is not easy to think about, at least in a short period of time, they don't think they can recite any good sentences, but these two people even use this as a topic and try it! It's incredible that I don't know if they can really come out.

Feng Mo Ran half squinted her demon eyes, hooked the corner of her lips, she expected that the woman would say such a thing as letting her come first, but Feng Mo Ran was not afraid, or rather, this is what she was waiting for! She didn't remember the specific content of a poem, but she remembered some other verses, although she forgot where it came from, but it must be a word about war, and it was still very famous, although Feng Mo Dye knew that it was not a moral thing to steal the words of ancient sages, but now this situation can't be controlled too much, and she is a lack of virtue to be punished by God, and she is not afraid of that

Feng Mo Ran chuckled, and agreed that she came first, and the woman had a little premonition when she saw her so calmly

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp, 800 miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, the battlefield autumn soldiers. ”

Wind and ink dye word by word, every sentence is read into the hearts of the people, just a few words said, the scene has become unprecedentedly quiet, and then everyone seems to have reacted, began to clap their hands frantically, and the hustle and bustle for a while, and the woman who wants to follow the wind and ink dye to the poem, at this time has a red face, silently sat in the seat, lowered her head and stopped squeaking, she found that she was wrong, the mistake was too outrageous, it turned out that Feng Mo Dye said, felt that the topic about the drink was too simple to be true, she was so stupid that she thought

"Girl, it's your turn. Feng Mo Ran took a lazy sip of wine, and raised an eyebrow at the woman a little frivolously, since he had the courage to provoke her, he had to be able to bear what happened next

"Childe is talented, I can't admit it in the next, I admit defeat, admire!" The woman's face was a little bad, but so many people looked at it, what else could she do, she lost very thoroughly, the shock brought by the wind and ink dyeing that just a few lines of poetry, I am afraid that only the most outstanding people in the lower world today can match her poems, she may not be able to match it after this life, she is not willing to have, but she is also convinced

The wind and ink smiled evilly, and no longer paid attention to her, knowing that mistakes can be corrected is a good child, so she will be merciful and ignore it, and continue to enjoy her scenery.

It's just that what Feng Mo Dye didn't expect was that this poetry conference was estimated to be unable to go on, at least after listening to the few shocking poems of Feng Mo Dye, the people present were almost no longer interested in the scenery on the lake, and they were all discussing how to take over the sentences of Feng Mo Dye

As for what kind of mysterious gifts and a thousand taels of silver, there must be people who come to the lake in a leisurely and elegant manner, they are all very sentimental existences, and finally have good sentences, who cares about those rewards, all of them are attracted by the topic of wind and ink, and almost all of them are thinking of being able to match her short sentence of words

And at this time, Dou Xilian's body seemed to have improved a lot, and she opened her mouth to talk to Feng Mo again