Everyone watched with bated breath as Bai Lian held the pen in her right hand, calmly lifted the pen and put down the pen, and in less than half a cup of tea, a poem jumped on the paper.

Miss Zhu, who was close to her, was the first to see it.

I couldn't help but gasp, Bai Lian's font didn't look like it came from the hand of a boudoir woman at all, the words were like blades, and the force penetrated the back of the paper, just like the domineering feeling when I first saw her, and even the font was sharp.

Miss Zhu then read the poem written by Bai Lian silently in her heart, and her surprise was even greater.

Not to mention Miss Zhao, even the poem written by Miss Zhu herself about pear blossoms cannot be compared with Bai Lian, and she raised her head and looked at Bai Lian with emotion for a while.

No wonder his father said that Baizhi County has a very powerful daughter, who is usually inconspicuous, but she is so powerful.

When everyone saw Bai Lian put down the pen after writing, they all looked at it, only to see that it was written on the paper:

The spring has not arrived, and the pen has not been mentioned, and it is late for who is dry.

The old garden is full of flowers, and the suburbs are full of exquisite branches.

Like a frost dance, like a snow fan. A few lines of poetry.

Even if the branches are old, Ye Mao can hardly deceive my posture.

They were very surprised by the same look as Miss Zhu, because of the sharpness of her font, as well as the coldness and beauty of the poems, especially the last sentence, which was extremely wonderful.

For a while, no one spoke, and even the sound of falling flowers could be heard quietly.

"Hmph, who doesn't know that today is the Pear Blossom Poetry Society, and I asked someone to write it at home, and this will come over to show off, and it's not as fast as you want. You can have as much as you want. ”

It was still the girl Zhao who spoke, Cherry glared at her angrily, she targeted her girl from the beginning, and now the girl wrote it and she joked that it was prepared in advance, and now the girl will be suspected even if she writes more.

Miss Zhao was ridiculed by Bai Lian just now, so she was naturally angry, but now that she said this, she felt comfortable in her heart, no matter how much she wrote. Others will suspect that she prepared it in advance.

Cherry can think of it. Bai Lian can naturally think of it.

Contrary to Cherry, Bai Lian did not become angry, but turned her face to look at Miss Zhao and said with a clear look:

"It can be like this. It's the first time I've heard of it. It seems that Miss Zhao is extremely experienced. ”

The white lotus is in trouble. pointed the finger at her again. Miss Zhao had long since lost the calm look she had at the beginning, but said angrily:

"You don't pretend to be pretentious, if you don't prepare it in advance. How could it be written in less than half a cup of tea, I really thought that I had Cao Zhi's seven-step talent, and I was a genius and a talented woman. ”

Cherry was behind Bai Lian, she couldn't get angry, and just about to tell the difference, Bai Lian waved her hand to stop her, looked at the Zhao girl and said:

"As far as the girl's heart is concerned, don't mention the charm and bearing when you go out in the future, those who know say that the girl can't see others better than herself, and those who don't know think that your Zhao family will not raise children."

Bai Lian returned to her what she said just now, only to see her face distorted, her eyes red, and she wanted to tear Bai Lian's mouth impulsively like that Hu girl.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two sides was deadlocked, Miss Zhu took a step forward, took Miss Zhao's hand, and said:

"Sister Zhao, the sister of the Bai family is still young, what are you really talking about, don't care about the sister of the Bai family, you have to write a pear blossom poem with a deed title."

Bai Lian listened to Miss Zhu's words, and couldn't help but snort coldly in her heart, this girl's words looked harmless, but the sound was invisible.

Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are women, there are waves and undercurrents.

"Miss Zhu said this, but people are indisputable, originally I didn't like such a vassal and elegant poetry society, if it wasn't for my mother said that Miss Zhu was kind enough to send posts, I wouldn't have come. Since Miss Zhu treats her guests like this, I have nothing to say. ”

Miss Zhu didn't expect Bai Lian to be so direct, she couldn't help but be a little red-faced, and just about to speak, she heard Bai Lian say in a cold voice:

"Cherry, grind."

Bai Lian looked at everyone as she spoke, and then heard her say coldly:

"Asking someone to handle the knife is insulting to the literati atmosphere, and plagiarism and cheating are undoubted, if Miss Zhao has such a habit, she just knows it in a muffled voice, but don't bite indiscriminately."

After Bai Lian finished speaking, she ignored them, picked up the pen she had just used, and continued to write under the poem.

Sprinkled, Bai Lian put away the pen, put the pen down, looked at Miss Zhu, said goodbye indifferently, and turned around and left with the cherry.

The girls were shocked in the local area, and they had never seen any girl so arrogant in front of Miss Zhu and Miss Zhao, wouldn't she be afraid that the prefect and the general judge would join forces to rectify her father?

They all watched the figure of the white lotus disappear into the forest, and then everyone came back to their senses, and they were very curious about what the white lotus wrote in the end, so they all looked over, only to see that on the white rice paper, a seven-character quatrain was finally written:

The spring breeze once buried me,

Ice and snow are the soul.

It's always easy to get old,

Swear to leave a fragrance mark on the world.

After the women saw it, they knew what Bai Lian meant when she left.

She is telling everyone that she did not ask someone to write it for her, because this quatrain is the same as the last word of each sentence of Miss Zhao's poem, which is exactly the rhyme that follows her.

Molded into a snowstorm overnight,

Scattered with the wind, a few souls.

The lonely branches want to grow old,

Leave only spring and no traces.

This was written by Miss Zhao, and now compared with Bailian, the height is immediate.

And Bai Lian still chooses limitations, the same as her rhyme, how can they say that Bai Lian is prepared in advance!

Bai Lian can't know in advance what she wants to write, right?

Because of this incident, some people said goodbye in advance, and there was an unpleasant situation, and the poetry club naturally couldn't do it, so they all sent out the pear grove under Miss Zhu's arrangement.

This forest is huge, and if there is no one to send it, I am afraid that I will be lost in this forest.

The exact same pear tree, with clusters of pear blossoms everywhere, is normal to get lost.

And after Bai Lian came out, he faced such a situation, and the cherry behind him was also in a hurry.

At this time, if Yuzhu is there, there is no need to worry at all, as long as she jumps on the branch, she can see the general direction, and it will not be like now, going around in the old place.

"The slaves and maids look at them on purpose! The place chosen is in the depths of the flower forest, and when I came in, someone led me, and now the girl is leaving, and the girl Zhu doesn't even arrange a guide person, and sincerely makes us lost. ”

Bai Lian looked at the cherry and said angrily, so she comforted her and said:

"Don't worry, go find a hard stone and mark it along the way. That way we don't go around in one place. ”

After Bai Lian finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment. It's like a habit, always thinking of the person who has something to do with it.

In her previous life, Lu Ye knew that Zhou Deyin was blind and was once lost in a forest, but Lu Ye took her out.

It was also at that time that Lu Ye told her to make a mark along the way, so that no matter how far she went, he could find her.

ps: Again, I emphasize, non-poetry professionals, write very simply, there are many slots, tap and shoot, all for the plot, the author is afraid of being complained about, trembling!

Thank you for the sachet of aloe vera, the cold plum of Mizuki, the peace charm of dongji2002, the Great Demon King hall, the commuter pass of the dog who loves a mouse. Tomorrow is the last day of the month, dear friends, there is a monthly pass, and if there is a waste of time~

Tomorrow's three watches~ (To be continued.) )