Chapter 17: The Man in Purple (7)

(Arnold, you dance, I play the piano.) ）

"Okay, the question is self-proposed, and the competition begins." Alas, I finally understood, and it scared me to death.

"Arnold, let's get started."

The game took half an hour before it ended, but the four geniuses died in a hurry.

"Wang Yang's poem, "Lover" Lover, lover, where are you, I love you very much, do you know, I have cultivated my heart, but you still don't agree, alas, lover, what should I do?" Hahaha, everyone laughed when they heard this poem, and they all laughed and hugged their stomachs, even I laughed, and I also laughed when I saw it in white. Especially that Wen Chenxi almost rolled to the ground and laughed, I couldn't breathe when I looked at him laughing.

"The next one is the fifth prince, and the beauties on the stage of "Beauty" are leisurely in my heart, but they are not in a hurry.

I don't take away a cloud, but I only want to take beautiful women away.

Death and life are said to be broad, and the hand of the son grows old with the son.

How long is life and death, and how is it hurried. ”

This poem, even I didn't expect that this prince would write such affectionate poems, and I can't find any fault with it, and it's really good.

"The next one, Li Ning's poem, "The Wind" The wind goes to the flowers, the wind comes to the flowers, I am waiting for you on the other side of the boat.

The wind goes to my heart, the wind comes to my will, swaying and entangled. ”

This poem does not have Wang Yang's ability to say whatever he wants, nor does he have Wen Chenxi's persistence, only the sadness and desolation, the grief of not being able to be together even though they love each other.

"The next song, the third prince's, "Fifteen Nights Watching the Lanterns" opened a feast in Jinli, Lan Tankyan in her early years.

The colors are far away, and the light is far away from the sky.

Receiving the Han suspicious star falls, the building is like the moon hanging.

Don't have a daughter laughing, come to the front of the nine branches. ”

This poem made the people love Wen Chennan even more.

"Next, Dugu Yinuo, "Untitled"

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

Xiaonuo wrote it, her writing is so good, I can't find anything to describe this poem, I can only use one word "good"

"The next song of Beigong White Clothes, "Falling Plum"

The wind and rain are mossy, and the desert residual fragrance is quietly smelled.

The forest is full of snow, and the ridge head flies away and is half a cloud.

There is no need to blow the river Guo with a horizontal pipe, and it is a pity to have a cold sunset.

Looking back at the lonely mountain and the lower road, frost birds and pink butterflies are one after another"

"Okay, after a game, there are still thirty pairs of three princes, one pair of five princes, Dugu Yinuo, and Beigong Baiyi to continue to participate in the competition. Below, the second round of the competition, the competition competition, each pair out a program, requires the first tacit understanding of the program of the two pairs, if the game is chaotic, this group will be eliminated. ”

"It turns out that your name is Dugu Yinuo, then I'll call you Xiao Nuonuo."

"Fifth prince, we don't know each other, you still call me Dugu Yinuo."

"No, it's called Little Nuo."

"If the prince wants to call, just call it, I only think that the prince is not calling me."

This prince is really difficult, it's really annoying, why didn't he learn the steadiness and indifference of his third brother at all, what did he learn?

"Arnold, the second competition is about to start, you can dance."

"Well, I guess." I haven't studied it either, but I guess I can.

"Okay, Xiaonuo, I'll play the piano, you dance." Let Xiaonuo dance to these people, it doesn't feel good to think about it, but you can do it!

"Haha, okay, the beauty dances, it's absolutely good-looking, it's not flavorful." She won't let me call her Little Nuo, so I'll call her a beauty.

"It's none of your business, please don't interfere with the prince." Treat my Beigong white clothes as nothing, and openly rob my Xiaonuo.