The girl who came out of the curtain was dressed in white, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was out of the dust. The country and the city, the sky and the country are not enough to describe her beauty, and the moon is not enough to summarize her appearance. Every strand of green silk and every little finger of her is extremely beautiful, and her smile, anger and anger are all extremely charming. She doesn't seem to be a mortal, but a fairy who degrades the world. She was also followed by a girl in Tsing Yi, and her appearance was also quite gorgeous, but compared to her, it was suddenly dim.

Yang Muyun looked at everyone as if they were frozen by the immobilization technique, and sighed in his heart: "No wonder they are so out of shape, how can there be such a beautiful woman in this world." My lady, Su Yue, Ning Xin, as well as the girl Dieyu and Miss Shiyin just now are all rare in the world, but compared to this fairy in the world, it is overshadowed. How could such a character fall into the Qinglou? What a pity! ”

Miss Shiso swept everyone present with her soul-hooking eyes that even the stars in the sky were overshadowed, and lightly opened her red lips, which were more beautiful than flower petals, and made a voice like a heavenly sound: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl is polite. Everyone woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream and returned the salute one after another. Yang Muyun secretly glanced at He Qixiu, and saw that although he was quite surprised by Miss Zisu's peerless appearance, he only glanced at it a few more times, and then talked to the people at the same table, and didn't look at Yang Muyun here.

The girl in Tsing Yi beside her said in a coquettish voice: "My young lady admires the literati the most, and likes colorful articles the most. ”

Zheng Gongzi, who had vented his dissatisfaction before, straightened his chest and bulged his belly, and said with a lewd smile on his face: "It's easy to say, it's just a poem, who can't do it." My son has now made a song to give to Miss, so let's start first. As he spoke, he cleared his throat and said, "My poem is about Miss, listen to it......"

"Where did Xian'e fall into the mortal world, and the jade-faced peach blossom replied shyly. The bright eyes are admirable, and the graceful figure is praised by everyone. The jade and gold hairpin is worn on the head, and the black hair and temples are like ink. The beautiful woman smiled at the destruction of the city wall, whose house did he fall in the twilight of spring? ”

"Poof" Yang Muyun choked on the sip of tea he had just drunk, and he coughed again and again. Song Ping glanced at him and said with a smile: "What, Brother Yang, isn't this Zheng Gongzi's poem bad?" ”

"Ahem, ahem...... It's not that it's bad, but it's done too well, the battle is neat, there are peace, cough, cough ......" Seeing a few people looking at him, Yang Muyun hurriedly said insincerely.

Song Ping looked at Jiang Zhang and the others again, and said, "I'll just say, there's nothing wrong with this Zheng Gongzi's poem, but unfortunately, I also wanted to write a poem with Miss Zisu as the title, but he used it first." After saying that, she shook her head again and again, Jiang Wenying heaved and said: "Brother Song, this Butterfly Rain girl has been robbed by you, is it possible that you won't let go of this Miss Shisu?" Song Ping glanced at him: "Brother Jiang, if this Miss Shisu favors me, Miss Dieyu should give it to Brother Jiang." ”

At this time, I saw Zheng Gongzi shaking his head and saying to Miss Zisu: "I, Zheng Wanen, am ugly, how is it?" Miss Shiso, do my son's poems fit your liking? ”

Miss Shiso smiled lightly and did not answer. The girl in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "Zheng Gongzi, please take a seat, you must each present write a poem before the young lady can make an evaluation." After speaking, he glanced at everyone in the hall and continued: "However, the sons who have been selected by Dieyu and Shiyin cannot participate, otherwise they will be listed as the most unpopular people in the National Color Museum." ”

Zhang Tianhe grimaced at Song Ping when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, it seems that you don't have this opportunity, otherwise Miss Zisu won't choose you, and Miss Dieyu won't see you." Song Ping smiled helplessly.

At this time, a slender boy stood up and asked, "I also want to write a poem on the theme of Miss Shiso, I don't know if it's okay?" "This person is Jiang Wenying.

The girl in Tsing Yi smiled: "Of course, Miss said, there is no limit to the topic. ”

Jiang Wenying coughed lightly and said, "Look ahead gently, graceful and beautiful." Look carefully at the heart rippling, the slightest affection into the heart. My heart flies to you, and I circle around you. Give you a whole body and mind, I don't know what the beauty wants? Yin was proud, and arched his hand: "My son's surname is Jiang Mingwenying, and he is ugly." ”

Yang Muyun couldn't hold back a laugh at this time, and praised: "Brother Jiang, your poems are really a little more clever than that Zheng Gongzi." Jiang Mingwen's eyes lit up and said, "Really? Does Miss Shiso think the same way? He turned around and glanced at Miss Shiso, only to see that her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and there was no expression on her face. Yang Muyun secretly said in his heart: "As far as your limerick is concerned, it's no wonder that Miss Shisu will be interested." ”

Next, several people presented a limerick poem, all of which were titled Miss Shiso, with the same theme and boring language. Yang Muyun was very bored when he heard it, turned his head and quietly looked at He Qixiu's table, only to see that He Qixiu and the people at the same table didn't know what to say, judging from the gestures, the people at the same table seemed to be persuading He Qixiu to go up and write a poem, but He Qixiu refused. I thought unconsciously: "Lord He has good piano skills, I don't know how the poems are, people like him, even if they are not good at chanting poems and making words, it is better to make a poem seriously than these limerick poems!" It can be seen that his purpose is not to be these popular oirans, but to communicate with the powerful. Secretly vigilant in his heart: "I'd better keep a low profile, don't attract his attention." ”

At this moment, the hall fell silent for a while, and it seemed that this limerick was not very easy for many people to make. Song Pinghuo stood up, and the girl in Tsing Yi frowned slightly: "Isn't this Song Gongzi who robbed the veil of the girl Butterfly Rain, you can't participate in this poetry competition." Song Pingyuan's face was embarrassed, he almost forgot, but he sat down and was unwilling to be ridiculed, so he pulled Yang Muyun up: "Who said it was me?" It's Yang Gongzi who wants to compose a poem, but I'm embarrassed, I, I'll pull him ......"

Yang Muyun hated a lot in his heart, why was he pulled around by this person today, he wanted to keep a low profile, and it seemed that he would not be able to attract attention.

The girl in Tsing Yi's face was slightly pale, and her voice became soft: "So that's the case, then ask Yang Gongzi to write a poem." ”

Yang Muyun just wanted to excuse himself, but when he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he coughed hard: "Then, that little student will take Mingyue as the theme!" ”

finally changed the topic, and everyone was immediately interested.

Yang Muyun thought for a while, and chanted: "The bright moon is brighter in the sky and the night is brighter, and the heart of the Guanghan Deep Palace is more condense......d" As soon as the poem came out, it was very different from the group of oil bodies in Fangcai, and everyone listened to it, not only the girl in Tsing Yi was interested, but also Miss Shisu's slightly closed beautiful eyes slowly opened.

"The tearful eyes and heart have been broken, and the sorrow is causing a thousand messes. Leaning against the window and bowing his head only sighed, he didn't know that the injury was far away. Yaochi fairy grass is still there today, and it is full of lovesickness without teaching. The words were finished, and the four were silent.

Miss Shiso's beautiful eyes were already shining brightly, and the girl in Tsing Yi clapped her hands and shouted, "Good poetry, good poetry." Yang Gongzi is really good at writing. Yang Muyun smiled embarrassedly, and was about to sit down, when the girl in Tsing Yi hurriedly said: "Yang Gongzi hasn't said his name yet!" Yang Muyun saw that he couldn't dodge, so he arched his hand and said: "Xiaosheng is from Huzhou, and his surname is Yang Muyun. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Yang Muyun Yang Gongzi." Glancing at Miss Shisu as she spoke, Miss Shiso nodded, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

After Yang Muyun sat down, Song Ping smiled and said, "I didn't expect Brother Yang to be able to make such a good poem, you must have a reputation, right?" Yang Muyun replied: "Don't dare, the little brother is just a talent." His eyes glanced at He Qixiuhe, and when he saw that he was not looking at his side, he felt a little relieved. Song Ping's eyes rolled: "No wonder, by the way, doesn't Brother Zhang write a poem?" Zhang Tianhe smiled: "I thought about it, but unfortunately I couldn't arrange it." ”

Then a few more people made poems and recited them, but unfortunately they did not reach Yang Muyun's artistic conception.

Seeing that no one should do anything, Miss Shisu turned around and walked away like a fairy. The girl in Tsing Yi glanced at everyone in the hall and said, "Your poetry lady has heard about it, and it is not easy to make a judgment for a while. After a pause, he took out a scroll from behind the tent and stretched it out, but it was a couplet. It reads: "The full moon is lacking, the moon is lacking, the moon is full and the moon is full, year after year, twilight and dawn, and the end of the night is white." The girl in Tsing Yi said loudly: "If all the sons in the hall can write a couplet in the time of a cup of tea, and can get the approval of the young lady, they can meet with my young lady alone." As she spoke, a group of young girls held trays of pen, ink and paper on them, and distributed the contents of the trays to everyone like butterflies.

Yang Muyun looked at the paved rice paper, thought about it slightly, took the pen and walked the dragon and snake, waved it, picked up the written couplet and walked forward and handed it to the girl in Tsing Yi. The girl in Tsing Yi said in surprise: "Young Master Yang, so fast? Unfold it, the next link is: "Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and bloom, summer, summer and autumn seek, summer and summer are cool, and spring begins after the harsh winter." Zhan Yan smiled at Yang Muyun, and then took the next link to find Miss.

Yang Muyun looked back at the people in the hall, some were thinking hard, some were cautiously considering how to write, and some simply put them aside and laughed with others. A tea time has passed, and there are very few couplets.

After a while, Xia Hongyu walked in, holding a fan in her hand and smiling: "I've kept you waiting, girls, come in." One by one, the bewitching Fengyue women came to each guest's side with their slender waists and postures, and at the same time, the servants brought up plates of exquisite and delicious wine and food. Xia Hongyu smiled enchantingly at everyone, and then said to Xu Tianqi and Song Ping: "Xu Gongzi, Song Gongzi, please come with me." ”

Yang Muyun looked at the sky outside the window and asked, "Brother Jiang, Brother Zhang, when will this ship dock?" Jiang Wenying thought that he was not selected by Miss Zisu and was unhappy, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, it seems that Miss Zisu has no favorite candidate, you don't have to mind, this other girl is actually not bad......" As he was speaking, he saw the girl in Tsing Yi next to Miss Zisu come to Yang Muyun's side and gave a salute: "Young Master Yang, please follow me." Jiang Wenying had to swallow back the second half of the words.

Yang Muyun followed the girl in Tsing Yi down to the first floor, stopped in front of the first hatch from the bow of the ship, knocked on the door, and said, "Miss, Yang Gongzi has arrived." A very soft voice came: "Got it, you go down and let Yang Gongzi come in." The girl in Tsing Yi pushed the door and said to Yang Muyun: "Young Master Yang, please ......"

Yang Muyun walked in, the furnishings of Miss Zisu's room were very simple, there was no bed curtain, and there was a chess table and two chairs on the left side of the entrance. There is a piano table and a square stool against the wall in front of it, and the square piano on the piano table is decorated with simplicity, and there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Miss Zisu sat at the desk inside and didn't know what was written, Yang Muyun didn't dare to disturb, so she stood there quietly.

After a while, I only heard Miss Shisu's hum, and turned around, revealing a delicate face that would shake the heart of any man. She looked at Yang Muyun and smiled slightly, brighter than the moonlight, Yang Muyun's heart fluttered, and she didn't dare to look directly: "Miss Shisu." ”

"I wrote down the poem you just wrote, what do you think?" She moved lightly, and her jade-like slender hand unfolded a piece of rice paper full of slender handwriting.

"Casual nonsense, how dare you write it down by the young lady." Yang Muyun watched her slender jade body, which was so perfect that there were no flaws, move towards him, and hurriedly moved his gaze to the side.

"Childe is too modest, and only Childe can chant such a good sentence on the boat, but I changed it twice, you see......" Miss Shiso's cherry lips are more delicate than dried apricots, and her voice is like a heavenly sound.

Yang Muyun was curious, and looked a little closer, only to feel a burst of seductive daughter's body fragrance coming to his face, which made people feel intoxicated.

"I changed the word to hazy, so that the artistic conception is more distant, and I changed it to more, you listen...... The tears in the eyes and hazy heart have been broken, and the sorrow is even more confusing. Isn't it better than the original? A pair of big eyes flickered at Yang Muyun.

"The tears in my eyes and hazy heart have been broken, and the sorrow is even more confusing. It is better to cause a thousand sorrows than to cause a thousand sorrows, and the young lady is very knowledgeable, so that the little student can be taught. ”

Miss Shiso smiled, as if a hundred flowers were blooming in spring.

"Young Master Yang, please take a seat."

"Miss Xie."

"Childe's name is Yang Muyun, from Huzhou."

"Exactly."

"Childe made a special trip, otherwise how would you know about the events held in this painting boat by the Chinese Color Museum?"

Yang Muyun glanced at Miss Shisu, and saw that her eyes were full of inquiry, and her heart moved.

"If I say that I was pulled here temporarily, I don't know about the National Color Pavilion at all, do you believe it?"

Miss Shiso blinked her big eyes that were seductive.

"Childe is too bizarre, is that person enchanted, Childe refuses, and insists on pulling Childe to come?"

"I also feel like a dream in this matter, does Miss believe in fate? If two people are destined, fate will grab the hands of the two people and let them hold them together, instead of passing by. ”

Miss Shiso's face flushed, and a glow rose on her snow-white cheeks.

Yang Muyun also consciously lost his words and was embarrassed.

"Miss, don't get me wrong, Xiaosheng didn't mean that, Xiaosheng was talking about the fate of friends, Xiaosheng was abrupt...... Alas! I don't know how to explain it to the young lady? ”

Miss Shisu couldn't help but smile when she saw that he was sweating profusely in a hurry. Changed the subject.

"Young Master Yang, I also wrote two poems here, please comment on ......"