And the eyes of the master in the audience are getting more and more gloomy, this stinky boy, he is still pretending to be calm when he is dying!

When the last grain of sand fell, the master wiped his beard and said leisurely, "The jade step is white dew, and the night is long to invade Luo socks." But under the crystal curtain, looking at the autumn moon. The audience was silent for a long time, I don't know who started, and the applause suddenly swept the entire hall like a tide, and some people even shouted "good, good" like the charlatan.

Nan Moyi, who was standing on the stage, also clapped his palms excitedly. This master is really a master, and he really lives up to his name!

The master pressed his hand and motioned for the crowd to be quiet. As a result, all the complicated eyes gathered on Nan Moyi on the stage. Some people gloat, others are full of anticipation.

Looking at the worried eyes of Nan Qiqiu and Nan Ruque in the audience, Nan Moyi smiled comfortingly, looked straight at the disdainful gaze of the master, and shook the folding fan in his hand,

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they are happy, and when they are drunk, they are scattered. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

Grandpa Li Bai, how much I love you.

This poem is a poem by the famous poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"

The ancient poems that once abused people as life as death, how endearing they are at the moment.

Until the last word of Nan Moyi fell, the master's eyes were already wide in disbelief, his mouth was slightly open, and his dry old face was as funny as a dead fish.

There was also silence in the audience, and the face of a dead fish with the same as that of the master was everywhere.

Not to mention the beautiful objects skillfully substituted in the poem, the mood that seems to be happy and sad is even more touching. The man raised his glass and looked up at the moon, and the picture of drinking alone seemed to be right in front of him, Nan Jiqiu and Nan Ruque's hearts throbbed slightly, it turned out that this Nan Mo son was also so lonely and affectionate!

And the three people on the stage, their eyes were full of unwillingness, where did this person come out? Yes? Still don't let people live? Yes? When he competes with the Master, he is shocked like that, is he still a human being? Yes? Is it human?

Is he human after all?

Seeing everyone's sluggish faces, Nan Moyi couldn't help coughing softly, so that everyone slowly came back to their senses.

I don't know what kind of person everyone thinks of her as at this time, she just wants to know if she has won or not.

The master swallowed and looked down at the other masters beside him. The other masters looked away a little embarrassed, and their hearts were full of admiration for the young man on the stage.

Sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach.

"Well, Master, how about the poem you wrote next?"

The dead fish-faced master pursed his lips and turned his face away, snorted a few times with great dissatisfaction, and finally flicked his long sleeves and said in a deep voice, "This son has won the crown of the Hundred Flowers Society." ”

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the audience, Cheng Ruoqing screamed, jumped up from his position excitedly, stretched out his arms and tightly hugged the neck of Cheng Nanyan in front of him, screaming wildly in his ear.

Chengnan Yan only felt as if he had lost consciousness all of a sudden, and struggled desperately to break free, but he couldn't break free.

Is this dead girl going to murder him!! Let's get revenge!!!

[Jiao Huan couldn't show it, so I deliberately changed the word, don't be misled. What will happen to the Sixth Prince and Nan Moyi? Hehe, I'm definitely not rotting...... Next chapter: This man's kidney is deficient]