So I received the poems of the sons and brothers, and the turtle man downstairs recited them in the order in which they were collected.

Fang Ji didn't expect that the turtle prince of the Emerald Red Mansion would also recite with emotion, although it was probably an emotional recitation, but it was obviously professionally trained.

It's just that most of these poems are pronounced, and most of them have names with soft cream.

is like this sentence: "A piece of tender eye cream, three points of drunken glamorous spirit." ”

It's like this sentence: "The face is like a flower, and the tenderness is like water and frost." ”

There are probably one or two songs on it, but after more of them, the artistic conception has gone down to a new level.

And in this room, Li Linlang and Su Wan listened carefully, and Luo Huai was obviously more interested in the sweets on the table.

Finally, there was Luo Huai, who was dozing off when he heard it.

After all, after staying up late for two consecutive nights, and still having something to do during the day, listening to someone chanting poetry at this time is simply torture for Fang Ji.

Su Wan glanced at Fang Halberd, who was dozing off, and naturally couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh.

How can he look like a poet?

However, the song "Yongxue" just now, not only intentionally or unintentionally, although the front looks like some "nonsense", but after listening to the last sentence, you can feel a little artistic conception in the snow.

"Now I am reciting for everyone the poem of the son of Guangli of the plum character."

The son of Guangli in the plum word room?

The plum word room just Fang Halberd noticed that it was on the third floor, and the four largest rooms on the third floor should be Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum, which is also very easy to distinguish, and the door is inlaid with the painting of Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum.

As for Guangjiali, isn't it Kang.

Our Kang Gongzi Kang Zhuangyuan also seems to be interested in Miss Roushuang.

At this time, Fang Ji clearly heard the Xibei goods named Lin Lang "hum".

"The sound moves like the sound of heaven,

The world is full of elegance and painting.

A smile and a smile,

Who is blooming for? ”

So Fang Ji only heard some applause, and in general, this poem was written better than the poetic mood just now.

And it seems that she has a little understanding of the soft frost girl, after all, if this "sound moves the dust like heaven", if it weren't for the good singing of this frost girl's song, it is estimated that this poem would not have been written like this.

"Poetry is indeed good poetry." Luo Huai said lightly, then picked up the shortbread on the table and put it in his mouth.

"Big bad guy, you still eat it, you can't be fat like that guinea animal if you eat it again." Li Linlang didn't know why he heard that this "Guangli Gongzi" wrote a good poem, but he was a little angry, it seemed that he was not familiar with Fang Ji, but he "vented" to our Huai Ge'er.

"Hey, Dead...... Don't panic at all, okay Brother Lin, you don't believe me, you don't believe Brother Fang? ”

"Don't count on me." Fang Ji laughed. "I can only write poems like 'one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces'."

Of course, Fang Ji is indeed not worried that his poem is not good, if this poem is not good, then you will be a poet.

He was more worried that someone would ask him to write a few more poems or something in the future.

Roughly speaking, it is cool for a while, and you can't always be cool for copying it.

Although there are countless good works in China over the past 5,000 years, he is not a computer, and sooner or later he will be squeezed dry.

There will really be no drop left.

"The next one is a poem by Luo Huai Luo Gongzi in the private room on the third floor."

When they heard this, they all pricked up their ears to listen.

And in the stage, there are naturally people who know Luo Huai. is not only because of Luo Huai's life experience, but also because of Luo Huai's deeds.

It's like once humiliating the question of Yuan Kang, the champion of the department, with his literary talents, but in fact, the popularity is not high, but there are storytellers who tell such a story in several episodes. And the one who gave money to tell the story was praised by Na Luohuai's iron buddy Yunguan.

In general, Yun Shangshu's son is such a big mouth.

"Acacia has white hair,

Qianying begged in a dream.

It's not a duster,

The clouds are troubled. ”

This poem is full of one sentence: begging for a woman but not being able to.

Even if he is not a dusty guest, he has added a sense of sorrow to this dusty woman, although he did not praise the soft frost girl openly, but it sounds like some artistic conception.

"This Luo Huai does seem to have some talent. What do you think, Champion Lang? This Han Gongzi asked knowingly, but Kang Zhiwen laughed awkwardly and did not speak.

Obviously, Luo Huai's poems are good, but they are not better than him, and they are even a little inferior.

"You're pretty good at writing this poem, but listening to this poem, you still like this soft frost girl?" Li Linlang frowned when she heard this poem, but then laughed. "If your father knew that you were infatuated with this frosty girl, what would he think?"

"Eh, you can't blackmail the old man anymore." Luo Huai shook his fingers at this time. "I just broke off my father-son relationship with him last month."

"You father and son still like to play like this?" Li Linlang couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this.

"What to play, it's serious!"

In general, even Fang Ji didn't believe that the two fathers and sons were serious.

In fact, after knowing Brother Huai'er, Fang Ji really wanted to know what kind of person this official Shangshu Luo Hai was.

In general, he doesn't believe in the saying that if there is a father, there must be a son, just like Yun Qinghe and Yun Guan.

Fang Ji knew that Luo Huai didn't dare to breathe in front of Yun Qinghe, it must be not the same style as the stunned Yun Guan.

"The next poem is also a poem from Luo Huai Luo Gongzi."

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately asked the people present to listen carefully.

Luo Huai just made a good poem, and now there is still one?

Everyone is just a stick of incense, can this Luo Huai make another song?

Of course, Luo Huai's other poem would be fine if it was just average, after all, this poem is not won by quantity.

What if it's good poetry?

With these questions, these sons naturally listened more carefully.

Of course, not only these sons, but our Kang Zhuangyuan heard Luo Huai's poem again, but he was stunned.

And Li Linlang and Su Wan naturally knew that this next poem was from Fang Ji, and when they heard Luo Huai's name, they all laughed coincidentally.

Then, the audience was silent, just to listen to the turtle gong reciting loudly.

"The clouds want to wear clothes and flowers want to look,

The spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountains,

will meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

……

For some reason, the audience was silent after listening to this sentence, and then someone shouted: "Okay!" A good sentence: clouds want clothes, flowers want to look! Then the crowd applauded.

"Brother Fang, you are a poetic ......" Li Linlang couldn't believe her ears, after all, she still had the impression of Fang Ji that Fang Ji was a chivalrous man who was a little anxious. After all, Fang Ji easily helped her get her wallet back that time, and that quickness was indeed outstanding.

But I didn't expect his poetry to be so outstanding......

Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look, can this soft frost's beauty be worthy of this sentence? Luo Huai now had to smile bitterly and shake his head.

He expected that Fang Ji would write good poems, but not such eternal quatrains.

Let's not say that this soft cream will rise in value because of this poem, the problem is that the brother of this poem is signed by his name......

It's a bit of a problem.