Chapter 83: Disaster in the Red Face

Hearing Su Quanxiao's words, Su Yuan secretly sneered in his heart: It turns out that this is the purpose of you inviting me here today! Sure enough, it is a clever plan, if I die in the Moon Tower, I am afraid that no one will pull you into trouble. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoIt's just that you're thinking too simply, just a moon watchtower, can you keep me Su Yuan?

At this moment, I only heard a voice from the hall: "I'll make a poem first." ā€

"I'll come. ā€

"I'll come first. ā€

But everyone who can come to the Moon Tower,It's all because of their own talent.,So as soon as I heard the question of Tsukihime.,Immediately eager to try.怂

Tsukihime casually pointed to a man in white.

The man in white suddenly turned red with excitement, immediately stood up, opened his mouth and said, "The servant of the quilt is in the public all night." was Qi Qi, and Bo Yan returned. ā€

During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, literature was in its infancy, so it was already extraordinary to be able to write four lines of poetry.

Therefore, after saying these four lines of poetry, the man in white immediately looked at Tsukihime proudly.

Yueji said lightly: "What Childe said is the scene of a woman's labor, and the sadness is stubborn, and it is a good word." ā€

Hearing Yueji's praise, the man in white was extremely excited, but seeing that Yuehime's expression was flat, and he didn't mean to take off the plum blossoms on his head at all, he couldn't help but understand that he hadn't entered Yuehime's eyes at all, so he had to sit down in a daze.

"It's up to me!" another tall man stood up, and Lang Lang said.

Seeing that above the hall, you and I said one sentence at a time, and the wonderful poems were constantly recited, but no one could move Yueji.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people stood up to compose poems, and then they fell into a brief silence.

Seeing this, a man said aloud: "Since this is the case, then let me do it." ā€

With this sentence, I saw a handsome boy in a green shirt slowly stand up.

Seeing this son, Yueji said: "It turned out to be Mr. Chenfeng, the first merry son in Jizhou, and I would like to listen to Mr. Chenfeng's masterpiece." ā€

Dusty Wind smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Grass insects, worms." I didn't see a gentleman, and I was worried. I also see and stop, and my heart descends. ā€

After hearing Chenfeng's words, everyone in the entire hall looked moved, and secretly applauded in their hearts: Sure enough, he is the first merry son in Jizhou, and his talent and appearance are all of the highest grade. It seems that this time the head flower is going to fall on the hands of the dust wind.

After listening to the poem of the dust wind, Yueji did not comment immediately as before, but lowered her head and thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "This poem is elegant, and it really deserves to be the first in Jizhou." ā€

Hearing Yueji's appreciation, Dusty Wind smiled slightly, looked at the plum blossoms on the top of Yueji's head, and said, "I wonder if Xiaosheng is lucky enough to get the plum blossoms on Miss's head?"

However, before Tsukihime could answer, he heard a voice from another corner of the hall: "Don't worry, let Miss Tsukihime listen to my clumsiness." ā€

Following this voice, everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a young man standing up, with good facial features, long hair and a shawl, and his skin the color of silver wheat.

Seeing this person, everyone was in an uproar again.

Because this person is Cao Ming, who is known as the first genius in Beizhen.

At that time, the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty was divided into four major towns, namely the East Town of Dong Bohou Jiang Huan Chu, the South Town of South Bohou E Chongyu, the West Town of Xi Bohou Jichang and the North Town of North Bohou Chonghou Hu.

Every big town has 200 towns, and Jizhou is one of the 200 towns in Beizhen.

Cao Ming is known as the first genius in Beizhen, the first person in the entire 200 towns, and he is famous even in the whole world.

Before Cao Ming could start composing poems, just seeing Cao Ming stand up, Yueji changed her bland expression just now, nodded to Cao Ming, and said: "Cao Ming's son's name, Yueji Shen has long heard of it in the boudoir, and it is an honor to see it today, it is really an honor, Yueji wishes to hear Mr. Wen's masterpiece." ā€

Cao Ming also nodded to Yueji and said, "Miss Yueji has won the award, and Ming is just a little famous." Today, I am also fortunate to see Miss, and I would like to give her a poem. ā€

Seeing that Yueji was different from Cao Ming, Chenfeng's face sank, and there was a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart, and when he looked at Cao Ming, his eyes immediately revealed hostility.

At this time, I heard Cao Minglang say: "Bi Cai Gexi, I don't see you for a day, like March." He is depressed, and he doesn't see it for a day, like three autumns. ā€

As soon as Cao Ming's words fell, the entire hall shook, and everyone's faces showed a look of approval.

And Chenfeng, who had a hostile face just now, heard Cao Ming's poem, and the hostility on his face disappeared, and he also showed a look of shock.

And after Yueji was silent for a long time, she said slowly: "There is no vanity under the fame, Mr. Beizhen's first talent, it is really worthy of its reputation, this poem is unique, the rhetoric is gorgeous, I don't see it for a day, such as every three autumns, it is really one of the best poems that Yueji has ever seen." ā€

Hearing that Tsukihime had such a high evaluation, everyone around was cold in their hearts.

It's just that Cao Ming's poems are really exquisite, and although everyone is not angry, they have nothing to say.

Seeing that everyone around him bowed their heads and was silent, Cao Ming showed a smug look on his face, arched his hand towards Yueji, and said, "I wonder if Xiaosheng is lucky enough to get the plum blossom on the top of Miss's head?"

Yueji glanced at Cao Ming, and sure enough, he was suave and suave, a talent, and he liked it very much.

It's just that at this time, he has another task, so he can only say: "Sir, please take a seat, and after everyone has made a poem, Tsukihime will make a judgment." ā€

Cao Ming nodded and sat back confidently.

Needless to say, it is the small Moon Tower, even if it is the two hundred princes of the entire Beizhen, who can surpass his own talent, so Cao Ming already regards the plum blossom as a bag.

Yueji looked around Sicai again and asked, "Who else is willing to reward a poem?"

At this time, although there are still dozens of people who have not written poems, but after hearing the poems of Cao Ming, the first genius in Beizhen, they are all ashamed of themselves, and they are all ashamed to stand up.

And Cao Ming sat there, laughing and seeing that no one in the audience stood up, he was already proud.

Seeing this, Yueji glanced at Su Yuan in the field, and saw Su Yuan sitting there, with no intention of standing up at all.

Tsukihime couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Do you want me to come forward and beg him?

Just when Yueji hesitated, he saw that behind a curtain in the hall, Cai Bancheng poked out half of his head and nodded anxiously at Yueji.

Yueji understood what Cai Bancheng meant, and was helpless at the moment, so she walked in front of Su Yuan and said, "Isn't this the son of Su Quanzhong, who is famous in Jizhou?"

Seeing that Yueji actually took the initiative to talk to Su Yuan, everyone present was a little jealous, and stared at Su Yuan coldly at the moment.

Su Yuan raised his head slightly and said lightly: "Exactly." ā€

Seeing that Su Yuan was so indifferent to Yueji, everyone on the field was even more angry, but because Su Quanzhong was Su Hu's son, they barely held back and did not scold Su Yuan.

Yueji was even more annoyed in her heart, and said secretly: A martial artist, he still thinks of himself as high!

However, Yueji remained silent on the surface, and said to Su Yuan: "I heard that Su Gongzi is not an ordinary person, and his literary skills must also be outstanding, I wonder if Yueji is lucky enough to listen to Su Gongzi's masterpieces?"

Su Yuan shook his head and said lightly: "I don't have any ink on my chest, how dare I show off here." ā€

Seeing that Su Yuan refused to agree, the people around finally couldn't help but coax.

"Forget it, he doesn't understand elegance, so Miss Tsukihime will ignore him. ā€

"yes, let's announce the final results. ā€

……

Although Yueji was also bored in her heart, she could only say: "Now that Yueji is begging, can't Su Gongzi reward his face once?"

And Su Quanxiao, who was sitting on the side, was already anxious, and said to Su Yuan: "Big brother, why don't you just make a song casually, even if it's not good, it should be a tribute to Miss Yueji." ā€

Looking at Yueji, who was standing in front of him and refused to leave, and listening to the shouts of Su Quanxiao and the people around him, Su Yuan slowly stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll just say a few words." ā€