Gao Yuwei turned her gaze and looked at An Wansu, "I don't know which young lady this young lady is?" Seeing that An Wansu didn't speak, he smiled apologetically, "Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Gao Yuwei, the daughter of the prime minister." “

Is this a silent show-off?

An Bangsu pursed her lips slightly, revealing a slightly shy smile, "An Bangsu." “

Quiet? Is there any family in the capital with the surname An? Heh, it's really an unknown junior with no background.

"It turned out to be Miss An, I don't know Miss An... Stopping at the end of the day always arouses the innate curiosity of human beings.

An Wanxu blinked and asked innocently, "What?" “

Gao Yuwei said: "I don't know what is the relationship between Miss An and Shen Shizi? “

An Wansu silently rolled her eyes in her heart, and sure enough, because of this demon, although Gao Yuwei concealed it well, she was still peeped into the jealousy and disdain hidden in her eyes by An Wanxu.

Shen Youtian frowned slightly, he was very dissatisfied with someone's transgression, and even looked at Gao Yuwei's eyes with some unkindness.

Gao Yuwei was stabbed cold by that indifferent look, and when she reacted, she realized that her words were a bit excessive, and seeing the dissatisfaction in Shen Youting's eyes, she hurriedly explained, "I, I don't mean anything else, just be curious to ask, if it's inconvenient, forget it." “

An Wansu glanced at her lightly, this Gao Yuwei is really talking with a gun and a stick, is it inconvenient? What's inconvenient?

Seeing that An Wansu did not explain in a hurry as she expected, Gao Yuwei said again: "Shen Shizi just invited Miss An to give some advice, so Miss An's attainments in poetry must be very high. “

"Not high, very low."

Gao Yuwei didn't seem to hear An Wangsu's words, and said to herself: "Why don't Miss An write a poem for us to see." “

The interrogative sentence is a tone that cannot be refuted.

An Bangsu didn't say anything, but the other two girls should get along, "Yes, Miss An, you are so powerful, just make a poem for us to see." “

When did she say that she was amazing.

An Wansu looked at the three of them for a long time, wanting to see what else could happen to the three of them if she didn't agree.

Gao Yuwei is also smart, seeing that she didn't speak, she said to everyone in the audience, "Everyone must also want to see Miss An's masterpiece, right?" “

The audience also cooperated, maybe they were joining in the fun or really wanted to see her poems.

"Yes, Miss An, you can do a song."

"Let's see what's so special about the people invited by Shen Shizi."

"Hey, you wouldn't dare, would you?"

"Here's one, here's one."

An Wansu is not afraid, want to yin her? Please, she can kill the audience in any song from her previous life for 5,000 years.

"Since Miss Gao has to ask me to compose poems, I can't shirk it, so I'll be ugly. ＇

This is very skillful, Gao Yuwei is a strong person, and she has to compose a poem, but An Wansu won very politely, and her bearing was known at first sight.

Sure enough, Gao Yuwei's face changed slightly, and her silver teeth were almost crushed.

An Wansu set up a fan, seemingly seriously thinking about how to compose poetry, but in fact, she was trying to choose the works of a great poet.

She remembered a song by Tang Bohu that she had seen, and she liked it very much at the time.

"Peach Blossom Dock Peach Blossom Nunnery, Peach Blossom Nunnery Peach Blossom Fairy. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and folded flower branches as wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you have to sleep with the flowers. Day after day after flower, drunkenness and sobering year after year.

I don't want to bow in front of the carriage and horses, but I hope that the old man will die in the wine room. The dust of the car and the horse are full of the noble, and the wine cup and the flower branch are poor.

If you compare the rich with the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the sky. If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle.

Others laugh at me for being too windy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I remember the tomb of Wuling Haojie, no wine and no flowers. ”

Although this poem is full of fragrant words such as flowers, peaches, wine, and drunkenness, there is no vulgar atmosphere, but the pen force penetrates through the back of the paper, which makes people wake up suddenly. In just four lines, six "peach blossoms" are repeated, looping and repeating, hooking back and forth, thick and colorful, quickly piling up a world of flowers, making people fall into the situation set by it at once.

The first time An Bangsu saw this poem was when she was in high school, and the moment she saw it, An Bangsu's eyes lit up.

The audience was silent, for a long time, and everyone looked at the smiling and proud woman on the stage in a dull manner.

Shen Youtian's gaze fell on An Wangsu's back, he always knew that she was different, but he didn't expect that she was even so good at poetry, how many surprises could he bring him?

An Bangsu tilted her head and looked at Gao Yuwei with her fists clenched, with a thick unwillingness in her eyes, she thought it would make An Bangsu ugly, but she didn't expect her to really have some ability.

Mr. Ding was the first to come back to his senses, and rushed to An Bangsu with an excited face, "Miss An, what is the name of the poem you just wrote?" ”

Mr. Ding has devoted himself to the study of poetry, almost to the point of madness, and it is no wonder that Mr. Ding is so disregarded for his image.

Serious people are always respected, An Wangxu smiled slightly, and said, "Peach Blossom Ange." ”

Mr. Ding muttered, "Peach Blossom Song, Peach Blossom Song, good poem, good poem." ”

Mrs. Kong also hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her hand slightly towards An Wanxu, "Miss An, I know that such a request is very abrupt, but can you write down this poem and give it to me?" ”

Mr. Ding was dissatisfied, "If you want to write it, you will write it to me." ”

Mrs. Kong: "Old Ding, this is your mistake, obviously I asked the question first." ”

Mr. Ding: "So what. ”

Seeing the two respected scholars arguing like children over one of her poems, An Wansu shook her head amusedly, "Okay, it would be nice for the two of you to have one each." ”

Picked up the pen and paper and wrote down two copies quickly, and put down the pen freely.

Mr. Ding and Mrs. Kong rushed up the moment An Bangsu put down the pen, picked it up and looked at it, and was stunned. I can't help but make everyone wonder, why are the two of them sluggish, is it too ugly to write, shouldn't it?

Mrs. Kong's hand holding the paper trembled slightly, "This, what kind of font is this?" It's so beautiful. “

"Plum blossom seal."

Mr. Ding nodded in agreement, looking at it from afar, looking at it as a word, looking at it as a word closely, there are words in the flower, the flower is hidden in the word, the flower and the word are integrated, the font is strong and powerful, and it is so beautiful in this world.