Almost everyone present knew this allusion, and when they saw the tray stopped in front of Ruan Yanluo at this time, they immediately showed a look of watching a good show. Although I heard that Ruan Yanluo's madness has been cured, this poetry is not an overnight effort, and I don't know what kind of good conversation Ruan Yanluo can bring them after tea and dinner this time.

Nangong Jin narrowed his eyes, suddenly stretched out his long arm and took the wine vessel, and said lightly: "This king just happens to be quite poetic, so let this poem be given to this king." ”

Although Ruan Yanluo rejected him just now, no matter what, he just didn't want Ruan Yanluo to make a fool of himself.

When Du Xiwen heard this, the smile on his face was suddenly retracted, his eyes looked at Ruan Yanluo resentfully, and his hand twisted the good skirt into a twist.

Why why? Brother Jin would actually help that madman!

Nangong Jin was about to drink, and suddenly a white and soft hand covered the wine vessel, this hand was as soft as a bone, but the meaning of blocking Nangong Jin from drinking was very resolute.

"The tray stops here in Yanluo, this poem is mine, no matter how good King Jin's poetry is, he can't rob it openly, right?" Ruan Yanluo said with a light smile.

Nangong Jin's eyes gathered, with annoyance, does this woman have a brain? He's helping her out!

Ruan Yanluo's face was calm, she didn't need Nangong Jin to solve it, and she had waited for this opportunity for so long, how could she miss it in vain?

"Lord Yanluo, you have to have poetry to make poetry, the scenery is so good today, we don't want to listen to any black dogs and white dogs."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a lot of laughter, as a child of a nobleman, it was a shame to be vulgar to such an extent.

Suddenly, the three eyes looked at the aristocratic son who said this, Nangong Jin's anger, Wei Liu's displeasure, and Nangong Ling's coldness, the three eyes were intertwined on a person's body at the same time, no matter how bold that person was, he would be scared to death.

The aristocratic son trembled all over, and the laughter immediately choked in his throat, unable to go up and down, and almost suffocated himself.

Nangong Jin glared at him fiercely, Wei Liu quietly withdrew his gaze, and Nangong Ling seemed to be smiling, and one finger lightly tapped on the table.

He didn't think that this kind of pediatric trouble would stump Ruan Yanluo, but he didn't like it very much when someone said that about his little fish.

Ruan Yanluo's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Poetry is based on words, but everything in the poem is a good poem, which is better than some poems with gorgeous words, which sound brilliant at first glance, but in fact, the content is empty and soft, and it is purely a poem that moans without disease." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, there were many sons and nobles who changed their faces, and the young people didn't know the taste of sorrow, and they said sorrow for the sake of new words.

Nangong Ling raised his eyebrows, and a little approval slipped in his eyes. Ruan Yanluo's words were sharp and happy, and he was stepping on the sore feet of those people.

A noble girl couldn't sit still, pinched her throat and said bitterly: "Lord Yanluo, the poem is not spoken, it is actually made, since the poem of the Lord of Yanluo is not a disease-free moan, why not make a poem for us to see first?" ”

"That is, to make that kind of vulgar language, what qualifications do you have to say about us?"

"Make a poem first, if it's really good, then drink and write poems, if it's not good, it's better to go back as soon as possible!"

These people are usually used to bullying Ruan Yanluo, and what Ruan Yanluo said just now hit them in the sore spot, so they didn't say anything politely, even if Nangong Jin stared at them with a gloomy face, it was useless.

"Since you have asked for this, Yan Luo is not easy to refuse, Lan Yue Lan Xing, prepare paper and ink."

"Yes!"

Lan Yue and Lan Xing had been waiting on the side for a long time, and as soon as Ruan Yanluo finished speaking, they prepared the paper and ink on the table.

"Ruan Yanluo can write?" A woman's voice whispered.

They always write poems on paper first, and then read them by the people who serve them closely, so that they don't get the wrong words, and secondly, they also show their style. But Ruan Yanluo has never written it, and most of the time he can't do it, even if he occasionally makes a sentence or two of black dog and white dog, he reads it out triumphantly before he has time to write it.

"Pretend! I'll see what she can write later. ”

"Guess what about her handwriting? Will it be a little better than a dog crawling? ”

There was a light laugh in the whisper, and they all decided that Ruan Yanluo could neither write nor write poetry, and their eyes widened one by one, waiting for Ruan Yanluo to slap himself in the face.

Ruan Yanluo didn't hear these words, but the corners of his mouth showed a mocking smile, and they would know whose face they hit later, so they didn't have to fight for a while.

Lifting the pen and sinking his wrist, the ink-colored dragon and phoenix dance fell on the white paper. Her expression is focused, her movements are as free as flowing water, and she has a clean and neat beauty when she finishes and eats.

The water flow is clear, the petals are fluttering, and the white clothes and black hair of the woman under the flowers are smudged into a pair of ink and blue.

After writing the last stroke, Ruan Yanluo gently blew and handed it to Lan Xing, and said lightly: "Read it to all the young ladies and gentlemen." ”

Lan Yue and Lan Xing already knew a little bit of literacy, and later Ruan Yanluo specially invited a gentleman for them, so it was naturally not a problem to read a poem.

Lan Xing took two steps forward, and read aloud with a straight chest: "Read more than 10,000 volumes, sweep thousands of troops with a pen, and be humble and virtuous, so that you can't let people!" ”

In just twenty words, Ruan Yanluo's conceit and pride were exhausted, and then read out by Lan Xing's clear and crisp voice, and the image of a woman who smiled lightly, but looked at the world, suddenly appeared.

Ruan Yanluo's gaze slid over the stunned expressions of the sons and nobles, the corners of her lips hooked up a sneer, she was well-read and unforgettable, her head was filled with the essence of China's 5,000-year-old culture, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well wanted to fight her, she couldn't step on it, they were all sorry for my title of Great China!

The paper with the poems was also shown to others by Lan Xing at this time, the canals flowing in the winding water are all built into a loop, although the waterway is long, but it is zigzag and hovering in a relatively small place, Lan Xing as long as he holds up the words, most people can see clearly.

The handwriting on the paper is handsome and powerful, and they are proud and outstanding, even if they practice for a lifetime, they can't practice such words, because they don't have such a style at all.

The corners of Ruan Yanluo's mouth curved, revealing a pure and harmless smile, and asked angrily: "Dare to ask you, can I drink and write poems?" ”

A word to readers:

In the past few days, there have been more clicks, recommended votes, and rewards, and I feel that the previous readers of the enchanting have returned, this feeling is so good, hugs, love you! After the third watch, the table waited.