"It's your turn. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Helian Tuo looked around the four seats.

Seeing Nanyue who was emptying and recuperating on the phoenix couch, Helian Tuo got up and said: "I have heard for a long time that the queen of the dynasty is extremely intelligent, so you might as well let the mother take this second sentence." ”

"Brilliant intelligence" is clearly the revenge of remembering potatoes.

Nanyue waved her hand again and again, looked at Helian Tuo innocently with big eyes, and grinned: "This palace doesn't know how to compose poetry. ”

Chuanling looked at Nanyue in some surprise, the young lady obviously didn't understand poetry.

There was an uproar in the audience, but the intensity was not as intense as when Nanyue entered the court.

Nan Aotian was not shocked or angry this time.

"Niangniang doesn't want to give this face to the palace. Helian Tuo said in a deep voice.

Nanyue smiled and explained: "This palace has been uneducated since childhood, and I have never understood these profound poetic attainments, and I will study how to grow sweet potatoes on weekdays. As he spoke, his eyes drifted towards Nan Aotian's face.

Everyone was silent, and the guests on the field all looked at Nan Aotian together.

Xiangye is very quiet.

However, Helian Tuo felt deeply ashamed when he heard the word "sweet potato".

Nanyue didn't intend to embarrass her father too much, and continued: "His Royal Highness the Prince's appreciation is accepted by this palace, and it is just a matter of poetry. There is no need for the Holy Lord and the main palace to show it personally, the wisdom of the subordinates of the Shengxuan Palace is enough to deal with it. ”

Chuanling looked at Nanyue in surprise.

What does Miss mean......

Helian Tuo's eyes narrowed and said calmly: "Please make it clear." ”

"The palace said very clearly, the guard led the emperor on behalf of the wind to make a sentence, and the palace maid in front of the palace passed the bell on behalf of the palace as a poem. Nanyue gently lifted the tea lid in her hand and said lightly.

The face of the iceberg is different.

Nanyue just glanced at Chuanling flawlessly, and someone understood the deep meaning.

Chuanling knew such a look.

When she was young, she didn't know how to put paper kites, and she didn't dare to try. Nanyue looked at her with bright eyes, took her hand with her little hand, and put the thread in a circle, sending the disobedient paper kite to the sky.

That year, she was five years old and Nan Yue was four years old.

When she grew up, she didn't dare to talk to Chai Tong, a maid of the same age in Nanfu, Nanyue also looked at her and smiled, pushing her out of the gate of the side garden.

That year, she was ten years old and Nanyue was nine years old.

The first time she had a menstrual period, she was so scared that she cried. Xi Niang died early, and no one gave her the matter. Nanyue didn't know how to conjure up a bowl of pork liver soup, but half of her face and hands were half charcoal. When the young lady fed her soup with her own hands, she also looked like this.

That year, she was fifteen years old, just in time for Xuan, and Nanyue was fourteen years old.

The young lady was younger than her, but it seemed that she knew how to deal with everything before it came, and she was never afraid.

Nanyue never had a surprised smile on her face, which never made her feel that big things could pass.

In the cool breeze, Chuanling gave birth to a cold sweat, and said abruptly: "The ugly material is really good wood......"

swallowed, and slowly gave the next sentence after a while:

"Lonely in the mountains...... No questions. ”

It's not amazing, but it's right after all.

There were tears in Chuanling's eyes - she never knew how to compose poetry.

At most, when I was studying in Nanyue, I was exposed to it.

Helian Tuo was angry, and the girl on the phoenix couch clearly told him that even a maid in the North Underworld could solve his poem.

Although Yufeng is based on martial arts, the poems and books are not bad, and after obtaining the permission of Yan Min's eyes, he continued: "Picking up branches and perching is a good place, and rare birds are diligent with evening songs." ”

"The wonderful sound dances back to the absolute quality, and the cocoon is lonely and regretful. The lazy and seductive female voice was cold, and it turned out to be a white listening shadow who was always lazy and tired. Lying on the couch in a garnade red, soft pancreas and wine, half-open and half-oblique double-folded eyes with smoke and fog, only delicate chips in his sight, and never paid attention to the affairs of the world.

Everyone is just used to her appearance, the cold and beautiful Princess Xiyi, when she enters the palace, it is like this.

Zhong Luo played with the wine glass, and after the cup turned a small half circle in the palm of his finger, he blurted out: "The cold arrow is ruthless and withering, and the wind obediently bullies the vine." ”

"The little county king has a good sentence, and the old man will pick it up. ”

Jiu Guzi gave a sentence with a red face: "Dan Hong, Yin Yin, white feathers, who is the wailing eager." ”

"The intestines are broken and the song stops in the netherworld, and the solid posture becomes a bone thief and is light. Zhong Mingyang continued.

"Every year, the terracotta is still vermilion, and the empty plant is immortal for whom. "Su He's poetry attainments are not inferior to the art of war.

"Ami clouds and smoke for a thousand miles of dreams, clear thoughts into snow painting souls. Shui Yingcheng looked at Nan Qingyun unabashedly at this moment, with a look of grief in her eyes.

Nanyue Zhiyi, following Shui Yingcheng's gaze, her eyes dripping around Shui Yingcheng and Nan Qingyun.

The two concubines had already come up with a sentence, and Ning Xin'er was naturally not to be outdone, and grabbed in front of Lin Yilan and said: "The poor stream is murmuring day by day, and the lovesickness is not dry." ”

Nan Qingyun didn't notice the bold and sad gaze that fell on his face, poured wine into his mouth, and said with a long laugh: "In the past, the illusion was difficult to touch, and the clouds and water surrounded the empty city. ”

Nanyue looked at her eldest brother with some distress, she couldn't sit still on the phoenix couch, and leaned forward slightly.

Suddenly, Wan Yanmin's arm was held down, and he had to sit down peacefully.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu Bai slashed the sentence: "Hibiscus weeps and buries the barren grave, and the lonely bell of the Burrow Temple is hollow." ”

"Falling blue blood hangs on the lonely rock, and the twilight of the morning is a shadow. ”

Who could have said such a sad sentence, Nanyue wanted to raise her head, but she had already recognized this familiar voice in the first half of the sentence.

The owner of the sentence is the mother of Nanfu, the prime minister's wife, and the phoenix goose.

When Nan Aotian heard this, his face froze slightly, and he continued:

"Thousands of miles of hope will eventually be traced, and thousands of miles will be exhausted. ”

Shui Wuqing Suri is not very proficient in poetry, and he held back a sentence for a while: "Uh, this is ...... Liangsheng can't be a long-term companion, and Huangquan has been recovering for three years. ”

"The bitter wood is the pillow and the feather is the string, and the heartfelt sorrow turns back and forth. It was a gentle and quiet female voice.

Sitting behind Yelu Mingxiu was a young woman that Nanyue had never seen before. Braided down on the chest, wearing a long aqua blue dress, the eyebrows are not stunning, but they are very comfortable and lovely.

Could it be Yelu Mingxiu's daughter? Nanyue looked at the woman intently, speculating carefully.

"The floating life did not go around the beam, and the jade finger shook the sky. A young lady from the official family continued.

"If you want to break the silk bamboo and finally swallow the sound, the residual sound is for whom. Another graceful woman continued.

The seats circulated, and the number of sentences was quickly made up, and it was near the end, and there were still eight sentences left.

"I haven't heard the sound for a long time, and I'd rather be dumb. The sentence is as quiet and soft as the voice, but it has a special charm in it. Even Wan Yan Min couldn't help but glance at this unfamiliar voice, and the owner couldn't help but squint slightly.

Smiling and sitting quietly, frowning and bowing, it was Lin Yilan.

Six sentences.

Su He said unusually, and continued with a smile, "Why sigh for the ancient trees, the mountains and rivers are also murmuring." ”

Today's poem is refreshing, and the old decay will also take a sentence. Li Yannian's face was flushed, and he didn't lose wine at the moment, and Lang Lang said: "Life is a confidant in the world, and I want to turn my relatives into Langhao." ”

"Hahaha Old Man Li, you and I have been happy enemies for most of our lives, confidants in wine!" Jiuguzi pointed at Li Yannian and laughed.

Only the last two sentences remain.

Yelu Mingxiu stood up, his body was already very drunk and unstable in the wind, patted his chest and said majestically: "You are all too petty. Sigh what ugly wood lonely birds, this house is not in line with this boudoir hypocrisy. This sentence of this house is - why sigh that Dufeng is not in a trend, and the absolute peak (yan) returns to welcome ten thousand gullies!"

Hearing this, Nanyue stared at Yelu Mingxiu tightly, and Wan Yanmin's eyes narrowed.

Zhong Luo's hand subconsciously touched the sword resting next to the couch, and his index finger fell on the hilt of the sword.

Zhong Mingyang's face instantly became nervous.