After Xiao Si got Lan Susu's instructions, he left with the small tray in his hand, and then the maid who sent the poem to sign stood in place in surprise, seeing the kind of confidence that Lan Susu revealed, thinking that he was obviously an ordinary woman just now, but he was so brilliant when he stood in front of the desk, and he came to write poems with ease, if she was not stupid then she was really talented, looking at Lan Susu's expression, After looking at the green-clothed maid with the poem sign in the tray in her hand, she knew that Lan Susu was the latter, and she was afraid that the different charm on her body would not be able to catch up with her own young lady.

"Girl, it's the first time you've come to the Yellow Crane Tower, so you can't find your way back." Lan Susu's serious tone came, which made the maid who was contemplative sober up, and secretly scolded herself in her heart for being too careless, where is this, and she actually speculated about them in front of those three people, she really didn't want to die.

"The girl's poems are amazing, and the slave is really admired, and she forgot where she was for a while." The maid replied cautiously. "My young lady is still waiting for me, and the slave will retire first."

After speaking, the green-clothed maid didn't wait for the reaction of several people, and left first. Lan Susu didn't say anything when he saw him leaving, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and put it under his nose to smell the fragrance from the wine glass, but he didn't think about who the master of the maid was, because he didn't have to guess who he was, and his status was so high that he knew who the guests in the private room he was in were, and the people who came to provoke him blatantly naturally had some real skills, and there were not many people who met such conditions, not to mention that his sister was really interesting. But isn't it because she has been staying in Fengdu, so she doesn't understand the truth that there are people outside the sky, just after Lan Susu healed the poem that was thinking, she didn't notice that in Lingyun Xuan, which was on the opposite side of Liuyun Xuan, which was at the second yellow character, a pair of eyes were looking at a few people in Liuyun Xuan thoughtfully.

"Xiaoqin'er, you're a little uninteresting this time, you wrote any poems and sent them downstairs without giving us a glance first, even the maid can look at us, but we don't see it." Yan Xueyi looked at Lan Susu, although her mouth was full of complaints, there was no dissatisfaction in her eyes. In fact, I am really happy in my heart, after all, if my little niece is pressed by others like this, he will definitely find a field for her, who knows that this little girl is not a docile little white rabbit but a little wild cat that has always been wild, as soon as people make trouble to her territory, she will not hesitate to fight back.

"Naturally, someone will copy the poem sent downstairs and hang it up, and you will soon be able to see it." Lan Susu's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of other feelings.

"I'm curious about what kind of poems Qin'er will write, but like the Snow Prince, I hope to be the first to see your work?" Gao Yanli's voice was surprisingly gentle, as if the maid had come to provoke just now had not happened at all, Lan Susu didn't say anything more but smiled, put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the teacup on the side and took a big sip without hesitation, completely ignoring his image in front of the two.

It's not because of anything else, but because at this moment, although Lan Susu is calm on her face, she has some strange feelings in her heart, as if she usually asks what she will know when her sister comes to provoke her, she will not hesitate to fight back, you know, she doesn't pay attention to such a thing at all, but today she did it, why is this? This must be because his mother is still dead, and the reason why she is still showing off her power in front of herself, her current self is no longer the original self, and she will no longer be slaughtered like she was at the beginning. It must be like this, Lan Susu comforted himself like this.

On the other side, the Yellow Crane Tower's special place to receive poetry signatures is still waiting respectfully, because now the poetry meeting has begun for a long time, but there are not many poetry signatures sent up, mainly because many people come not to write poems but to watch, if there are suitable people will also make friends with them, so this time will not only be a platform to show themselves, but also a place to exchange friends in the market.

Soon it was Xiao Si's turn, Xiao Si saw that the person in front of him had left, and the person's poem had already been transcribed, and a special person took it out and hung it up.

"Girl, did you send a poem sign?" The transcriber saw Xiao Si standing in front of him, and asked gently, thinking to himself that this girl from which family sent a poem to her master.

"Yes, Childe, this is a poem written by my girl, and I am tired of Childe." Xiao Si respectfully presented the small tray in his hand.

The person who transcribed it hurriedly took it, and then said that the poem in his hand was read silently first, and he didn't know that he was startled when he read it, and the eyes of the person who transcribed it were full of people who didn't believe in such a poem, and the night song woman did it.

"Is this really your girl's writing?" The person who transcribed it felt uncertain in his heart and asked Xiao Si again.

"It was my girl who wrote it, and this poem was written because the guest of the four peonies who signed the seal gave her a poem to sign first, and my girl wrote it back and forth to her." Xiao Si looked at the person who transcribed it and said confidently, of course she knew that the reason why the person asked like this was just that he didn't believe in the author of the poem. "When I was writing the poem, the five princes and the snow princes of the Snow Yan Country were watching from the side."

"In time, then I'll hurry up and transcribe it." The person who transcribed it no longer questioned it, because even he knew that there was a woman who showed the highest-level VIP jade card of the Yellow Crane Tower today, but she only went to Liuyunxuan on the fourth floor, not to mention the mysterious VIP identity, just because he was a guest of honor of the fifth prince, and he could have a banquet with Yan Xueyi, the regent of the Snow Yan Kingdom, he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there is gossip, if this person didn't like gossip before, the last thing that readers don't like is this kind of chewing tongue, but now she feels that it is good to have this kind of person, otherwise she is afraid that she will invisibly offend those big people.

Although I thought about it in my heart, but looking at the upright font on the poem sign, the majestic momentum, even if I was a literati, I admired it, thinking that these people's hands were not delayed at all, and quickly transcribed the poem of Lan Susu, and soon the transcription was completed, and then someone hung up the poem sign.

After Xiao Si saw that he had finished writing, he collected the poems written by Lan Susu and prepared to leave.

"Girl, please stay." Seeing that Xiao Si was leaving, and no one was sending poems to sign now, he quickly stopped Xiao Si.

"What's the matter with Childe." I was also puzzled that the person would stop my little four.

"The girl who wrote the poem wrote a very special font, I don't know if the girl can teach a thing or two, I have never seen this font, I want to guide its name." The transcriber scratched his head a little embarrassed, she was very obsessed with calligraphy, since he came back here to transcribe for the Yellow Crane Tower, it can be seen that he is very confident in his calligraphy, but after seeing the words of Lan Susu, he can understand that the world is so big, there are too many talented people, but he is not jealous, but wants to learn.

"It's called block letters." Xiao Si said this sentence lightly and left, the reason why he knew was because Lan Susu had been practicing calligraphy every day since she woke up, and she was neither her favorite willow body, nor the hairpin flower Xiaokai that was commonly used when listening to the sea and listening to the waves, but the positive block letters, he needed to have a font suitable for his current identity. After Xiao Si saw it, he asked her well, so he knew the name.

Xiao Si didn't pay attention to the person who transcribed excitedly, but turned around and went upstairs, at this time the poem written by Lan Susu was being hung up, and as soon as the poem was hung up, it attracted countless onlookers, and there were many people who were so excited that they came out of the private room and stood in the corridor, reading the poem carefully:

"It's hard to walk

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now it is safe.

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. ”

Many people were shocked by this poem, the person who wrote the poem has what kind of mind and heart to die to have such optimism and self-confidence, the world knows that many things in the world are bumpy, some people have wasted their lives for this, some people have worked hard for this, and some people have died depressed, but this person has clearly expressed his pursuit, optimism, self-confidence, not for life is difficult, do not give up anything. Even in Fengdu, who is drunk with money, this poem has resonated with many people, because they were full of enthusiasm and pride, but they have been exhausted by the passage of time, but this poem makes them miss the original and remember the past.

"Good poem, good poem, Qin'er is not this poem made by you." When Gao gradually left Lan Susu's calm face, he felt that this poem was from her hand, what kind of woman was she, and how many sides did she not know? She is also glad that she met her in doubtful colleagues, how can she miss such a person.