Last time, Long Yu was ecstatic after learning the news of Yang Liu.

As Miss said, Yang Gongzi sold the white-fronted tiger for a good price, which is said to be as much as 1,000 taels. Nowadays, some shrewd merchants are organizing good hunters to go into the mountains and also catch some tigers alive and sell them for money! A merchant told the slaves that they didn't want to catch the adult tigers, but only killed the lactating tigress and caught a litter of cubs and earned it..."

"It would be nice if I had the opportunity to meet that Yang Liu Gongzi..."Long Yu subconsciously muttered to himself. Now Long Yu's identity is not as good as before, although there are no restrictions on going out, but it is not good to go out with other people's sons and daughters openly, and it is easy to cause rumors in the circle. Only social activities such as hunting can socialize with other men in the open. This is also where Long Yu criticized his family and identity.

"Miss, don't worry, I heard that Yang Liugongzi likes to write poems the most. With Miss's Hui quality and Lan Xin, making two poems with good rhythm and artistic conception will definitely attract the attention of Yang Liugongzi at the Yuanchun Poetry Club. You must know that Yang Liugongzi will definitely participate in every poetry meeting... It's just that miss, why are you suddenly interested in that gentleman? The little maid gushed again and again.

"The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the spring breeze blows Revlon, if it is not for the jade mountains, it will meet the moon in Yaotai. What poetry, what poetry! It's really a swan song for a while. I heard that Miss Long San was talented and good-looking, especially good at poetry. I don't believe it yet, you think it's a vassal and elegant person. Now it can be seen from this poem. Miss Long San's poetry attainments have entered the hall, and she can be compared with you and me. A rich man in a fox fur commented in one of the largest restaurants in Chang'an. His voice was so loud that it could be faintly heard in the private rooms upstairs.

"Brother Taizhen is really discerning. With Miss Long San's talent, I am afraid that only Brother Taizhen can match it. Li Chenggong raised his wine glass and saluted Yang Liuyao. Some time ago, the famous Yang Dajun in front of him always tried his best to get close to the talented and good-looking Miss Long Yu. And his sister is extremely obsessed with the guy in front of her at the same time. It seems that the sixth son of Yang who looks like Pan An sitting opposite, and his beautiful sister Li Yunqi next to him are all vicious-eyed, but it's a pity that Yang Dajun doesn't seem to really have his eyes on his sister.

Hearing such a familiar poem, combined with the name of that Miss Long San, how could Yang Liu not guess the identity of the legendary number one talented woman in Chang'an City?

"It's a good poem. I don't know if Miss Longshan from the Yuanchun Poetry Club is here, but I'm looking forward to Miss Longsan's improvisation. Yang Liu asked casually.

Some enthusiastic people hurriedly replied: "Just as Brother Taizhen is very keen on poetry meetings, Miss Long San has never been absent from every poetry meeting. Compared with Brother Taizhen's high yield, this famous talented woman has always been known for her quick thinking. At every poetry meeting, the poems she made were always sung by people. ”

"When it comes to making poetry, Brother Taizhen is not inferior to others. Didn't Brother Taizhen's practice work last time also be sung in the major sects in Chang'an City for a while? Another enthusiastic member added. Because the words of the sofa man faintly ridiculed the strange quality of the willow is not good. The brainless fan hurriedly retorted.

"Yes, yes, yes. Yang Liugongzi has always been talented and quick-witted, and he has become a poem in seven steps. Now that the dragon three talented girl Zhuyu is in front, I don't know if Yang Liugongzi dares to make peace with him? "Those who have good deeds cheered. Obviously, this guy belongs to the high-grade black type. Don't be afraid to make a big deal out of it.

silently stared at the breezy willow. Li Yunqi felt that this liking was impulsive. The old fist is not as superficial as her appearance, but has a fascinating connotation. If this Yang Liugongzi is really easy to fight impulsively and hand-to-hand with people at every turn, with his innate divine power, who will be his opponent.

"That's fine. Since you have such a good fortune, I Yang Liu will not disappoint you. In this way, it is ugly. Yang Liu took a sip of the wine in the cup and replied very boldly. In the midst of the applause of the crowd, Yang Liu took out the empty glass that came from the distant Western Regions as a tribute, and Li Chenggong cherished it for every party, walked to the fence of the corridor at the entrance of the private room, raised his head forty-five degrees to the sky, stared at the night sky dotted with bright stars, and said to the people who followed him:

"At this moment, in the northwest border of my ****, the barbarians are burning and looting. Compared to today, the climate at the border is even harsher. Legend has it that even the warmest fox fur cannot stay overnight in the wild, and only spirits can withstand the bitter cold winds. Yang is not talented, and here he writes a poem to congratulate the border soldiers. ”

Hearing Yang Liu's sonorous and powerful opening remarks, everyone applauded.

"Brother Taizhen is really talented, I admire it." There are brain-dead fans who have seized the sofa.

"The pride is dry and the clouds are dry, and the righteousness is thin and cloudy. I'm afraid that Brother Taizhen can't make poems that match his artistic conception in a hurry, right? A neutral onlooker fanned the flames.

That's not right. After all, Brother Taizhen's poems are still singing. Let's see, and see..."

Ignoring the gossip of the water army, Yang Liu stared into the distance like a statue, and in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to be brewing poetry. The long figure and the contour of the handsome face are simply tired of seeing Li Yunqi's beautiful eyes.

"Grape wine luminous glass..."Shifting his gaze to the glass in his hand, Yang Liu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as a traverser, it would be a sin not to make glass. This guy's thoughtful expression fell in the eyes of everyone, as if admiring the exquisite craftsmanship of the wine glass in his hand.

"Good!" Some brainless fans couldn't help but open their mouths to praise. Because he often does the same thing, all kinds of beautiful words come out of his mouth, "Brother Taizhen is really quick-witted, and it is better to have a good wine glass and poetry!" ”

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately..."Yang Liu's second line of poetry was chanted, and a melodious pipa sound suddenly sounded in the hall downstairs, and the melody was as passionate as a golden iron horse, as if it was cooperating with Yang Liu's poems. Of course, this is not a coincidence, but Yang Liu has long noticed every move downstairs in his consciousness.

Hearing such cooperation from downstairs, the onlookers, whether they were pink or black, or neutral and unaware of the truth, were extremely shocked, and the comments were held in their throats and could not be spit out.

When the sound of the pipa crossed the prelude and the melody gradually became high, the last two lines of Yang Liu's poem were chanted very appropriately:

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?"

Just when everyone chewed on the artistic conception of this poem, and prepared to grab the sofa and bench to comment in their hearts, the passionate pipa sound downstairs stopped abruptly after remembering a piercing sound of broken strings, and once again held back the comments of brainless powder and brainless black stuck in their throats, all of them blushing and thick-necked, as if constipated. (To be continued.) )