Chen Yi returned to the Lotus Hall, and Qing'er and Bi'er looked at Chen Yi with eyes full of fear.

"Brother, look at you, scared the two little ladies, right?"

Chen Yi glanced at him and said, "Fatty, this king is out for you!"

The eldest grandson Wuji was about to refute, when the voice of the maid on the high platform came.

"That Lotus Hall...... No...... Non-conforming ......"

The maid who was still a little arrogant had not yet woken up from the shock, and she stammered and trembled a little when she spoke.

"Wait!"

Chen Yi's two words frightened the maid directly.

"Yun Xianzi, this king also heard a poem from the sound of the piano, do you want to listen to it?"

Yun Xianzi was much calmer, and her beautiful eyes turned and said, "Childe, please write a poem!"

Chen Yi didn't want to come out, but Li Daoli's second goods directly angered him, and now it's good, the limelight is out.

But his style is not out, as long as it is, then it is enough.

People aren't crazy teenagers, are they?

"In the fairy piano sound, from climax to gentleness, it is actually telling one thing, what this king said is right?"

Yun Fairy's beautiful eyes flickered, and then nodded: "Yes!"

"There is a faint sadness in the sound of the fairy piano, but it is not homesickness, right?"

Yun Xianzi couldn't calm down this time: "Childe really heard it?"

Chen Yi smiled and nodded, but secretly said in his heart: Lao Tzu can hear a fart, and Lao Tzu doesn't know how to play the piano.

It's just that when Yun Xianzi stroked the qin, he actually thought of his father and mother in his previous life, although it was only some scattered memories of his childhood, but it also baptized his soul.

It made him think of the scene when Tang Rong'er sewed clothes for him with stitches and threads during the day, and the softness of his heart was deeply touched.

Therefore, Chen Yi decided that this cloud fairy misses his hometown is fake, and he misses his parents is true.

"Childe, please write a poem!"

Chen Yi pretended to ponder for a while when he heard this, in fact, he had already plagiarized.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

That's right, it was the wandering son who plagiarized Meng Jiao, fortunately this poem appeared in the late Tang Dynasty, otherwise he really wouldn't dare to plagiarize.

This?

As soon as Chen Yi's wanderer chanted, the entire Zuixiang Building fell silent, and they were all savoring the meaning of the poem.

This wanderer's chant was simple and clear, and everyone quickly understood the meaning, and looked at the Lotus Hall with admiration.

"The deep maternal love bathes the children all the time, and there is no more painful moment of separation between mother and child...... Old man Xiao Yu admires!"

"Although the scene of the mother's sewing is ordinary, the ordinary things reveal the true truth, the old man is bent and sudden, but the martial artist also understands the artistic conception of the poem!"

Qu Tutong?

This is a god-like existence, but this old general is at least sixty-eight years old this year, right?

Chen Yi and Eldest Sun Wuji glanced at each other, but they really didn't expect that the person in this Daisy Pavilion would be Jiang Guogong Qu Tutong.

"The old man is modest, you are both civil and military!"

Princess Pingyang appeared at this time and said with a bow to the Daisy Pavilion.

"Haha, old man!"

The shirt pursed his lips, and said secretly in his heart: You still know that you are old, and you are sixty-eight years old and still come out to drink flower wine!

"Brother, you have impressed my sister, but what is the name of this poem?"

Princess Pingyang smiled slyly, and then praised the Lotus Hall.

Chen Yi was still angry in his heart, King Gao Ping provoked, Pingyang secretly observed and did not come forward, obviously the meaning of temptation was more.

"My sister is strategic, and her mind is exquisite, and she is an example for her brother to learn, as for the name of the poem, it's called 'Wandering Ziyin'!"

Princess Pingyang was so smart, she immediately understood the meaning of Chen Yi's words, and she smiled to cover up the past.

"Wanderer, good name!"

"I believe that tomorrow the whole Chang'an will know about the literature of the younger brother!"

"Okay, Yun'er continue, the Spring Festival is short, don't delay the time of the distinguished guests!"

Princess Pingyang spoke, took exquisite steps, and disappeared on the high platform with a graceful body.

Yun Xianzi's beautiful eyes were shining, and her eyes were ruddy, obviously she was crying just now.

"The Lotus Hall has the best poems, pass the test!"

Yun Xianzi personally announced that there was no objection in the audience, especially the people on the first floor who sighed, pondered, left, or sat upright.

A poem is simple, but it can evoke the deepest softness of the heart, which is also the charm of words.

"The second level, chess!"

Chen Yi was directly defeated, this game of Go is really, he has six tricks out of seven...... Ignorant.

It's just that what makes him curious is that there are not five hundred but about three hundred people from this drunken fragrance building today, how can they pass the test.

"The rules are very simple, Yun'er has an endgame here, and those who can crack it within half a stick of incense will be considered to have passed!"

"Passers can play against Yun'er!"

As soon as the rules were announced, there were immediately objections:

"Yun Fairy, what if there are a lot of passers?

"That's right, the spring night is short!"

Chen Yi is also curious, the ancients had few entertainment items, and this game of chess has become the main entertainment program, and almost everyone can play both.

"Distinguished guests, you can rest assured, the person who can break this endgame will not have a hand, even if it is more, it will be fine, Yun'er should play against it at the same time!"

What the?

Everyone is dumbfounded, playing chess with one person is enough to rack your brains and play with a group of people?

This fairy's tone is not small!

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please watch the endgame!"

Yun Xianzi's voice fell, and suddenly the four black-clothed guards brought a wooden board, which was similar to the blackboard in the previous life, and the black and white on it had been placed, which was an endgame.

"Come out of the white son, let's start!"

As the sound of the beginning fell, the half-burnt incense had already been lit.

Chen Yi couldn't understand it for a long time, then looked at the eldest grandson Wuji and asked, "Fatty, what's the end of this game?"

The eldest grandson Wuji frowned and shook his head: "Brother, it's not good, this endgame can't be broken!"

"You don't even try this and say no?" Chen Yi said in surprise, although this eldest grandson Wuji is not very good, he is also a learned person.

"Brother, this person who is familiar with the game, whether a pair of endgames can be broken or not, basically does not have three eyes!"

Chen Yi pursed his lips helplessly, he didn't understand anyway.

So I can only wait to give up, and no matter how tempting this cloud fairy is, he is still young after all, he is ten years old, and the real age of this life is still three years old.

Soon!

Half a stick of incense burned!

"Ladies and gentlemen, can anyone crack it?"

The audience was silent, at the beginning, Yun Xianzi said that there were not many people who could crack it, that is, there were five people at most, but now it seems that no one has cracked it?

This speaks volumes about the difficulty of the endgame.

"Son of the Lotus Hall, won't you give it a try?"

What's the situation?

Yun Xianzi directly named Chen Yi and asked him to crack it?

Chen Yi was depressed, his mother's son didn't talk about fur, he didn't even understand half a hair......