"Of the three sons, you can choose one of them to study ink for yourself."

Princess Yuqing spoke softly again, and her voice was as beautiful as a yellow bird.

Although I don't see my face, I can also feel that this woman's veil is the appearance of Allure.

"Just ask Miss Yunyun to study ink for you."

Yu Feihan thought about it for a while, and arched his hand at Yun Yun and said.

"Let's choose Xiaoxiao girl."

Du Rufang has been here for some time, and he still knows about the famous Xiaoxiao in the imperial capital.

Lu Chensheng was stunned when he heard this, these two people are also here?

Yun Yun and the two stepped forward, and after a light blessing, they saluted Lu Chensheng again, looking at Lu Chensheng with strange eyes.

Lu Chensheng nodded at the two of them, knowing that these two should know their identities.

But Lu Chensheng didn't think much about it.

Princess Yuqing looked at Lu Chensheng, and suddenly said, "If Lu Gongzi doesn't mind, this princess will study ink for Gongzi." ”

Lu Chensheng was stunned, and when he raised his head to meet Princess Yuqing's beautiful eyes, he nodded and promised.

In this way, the three of them stood at separate tables, and the three pretty beauties studied ink with their hands, and their postures were extremely elegant, but they were also pleasing to the eye.

In a moment, the two of them began to write poems.

Lu Chensheng looked at the bright moon outside, the moon was like a jade plate, bright and translucent, and it seemed to be very close to Lu Chensheng.

Lu Chensheng admired a lot in a daze, but still didn't start writing.

Princess Yuqing, who watched it, was stunned for a moment, and wondered why Lu Chensheng still didn't use his pen.

Finally, Lu Chensheng turned around, picked up the brush on the side, dotted some ink, and began to write.

"When will the bright moon be there?"

Lu Chensheng first wrote down the name of the word brand.

Then, the ink pen slowly spreads out on the white paper.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky."

is just the first sentence, Princess Yuqing on the side widened her beautiful eyes, and looked at the poem in front of her.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is tonight, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is cold. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

Yikes!

Princess Yuqing looked at the poem in front of her in a daze, and her slender hands were unconsciously grinding the ink.

But one accidentally knocked the ink directly to the ground, and the splashed ink directly stained the hem of her skirt a little black.

Princess Yuqing came back to her senses, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and then she looked at Lu Chensheng with anxiety.

At this moment, she no longer has the temperament of a princess, and she is just a little girl who has made mistakes.

Lu Chensheng didn't say anything, squatted down, dipped the ink on the ground with a brush very boldly, and got up again to continue writing.

When outsiders saw this scene, they all looked at this Yuqing princess in amazement, they didn't understand what was going on, why was the princess so flustered?

Some people couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, and they stepped forward to look at it together, and then they were also stunned together.

They finally understood why the princess was so flustered.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After writing a poem, it seems that at this time, the moonlight is a little brighter.

At this time, everyone watched this scene blankly.

Originally, several people were going to write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, but when they looked at it like this, they found that they didn't need to write it.

As soon as this poem comes out, what Mid-Autumn Festival poem is being written, it will be embarrassing.

"As soon as this poem comes out, I'm afraid there will be no Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future."

"Yes, it's a shame that I didn't write it just now, otherwise it would be a bit humiliating."

"Isn't it, this poem is so well written!"

At this time, everyone was muttering.

Yun Yun and the two of them had already heard it, but they were still sticking to their positions, so naturally they couldn't mess around.

Du Rufang and the others also finished writing quickly, and they also noticed the situation here.

After putting down the ink pen, he strode over and looked at the poems written by Lu Chensheng.

At this glance, both of them were stunned.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky..."

Du Rufang read in a low voice, and the more he read it, the more appreciative his face appeared.

"Yes, yes, yes! This poem is truly a masterpiece of the world! This competition is in the lower hand! ”

Du Rufang said several good things in a row, and looked at Lu Chensheng's technique.

He knew that he had lost the competition this time.

It's just that he wasn't annoyed in the slightest.

As soon as this poem came out, all he had was admiration for Lu Chensheng's talent.

Sure enough, a proud person has the same matching talent.

Yu Feihan on the side looked at the poem, then looked back at his Mid-Autumn Festival poem that had not yet been shown to others, and said dejectedly.

"I also admit defeat in the next."

He knew that he had no choice if he didn't admit defeat, and he knew that the gap between himself and Lu Chensheng was too big.

"I conceded."

Lu Chensheng arched his hand when he heard this, and said a word to the two.

Then, he looked down at his shirt, which had been stained with a large ink stain, and said goodbye.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's a little late today, so I'm going to retire first."

Lu Chensheng's clothes were stained with ink, and he was ready to go back.

Seeing this, the people couldn't hold back, so they could only nod.

"I'll visit you tomorrow, and please don't mind Brother Lu."

Du Rufang arched his hand at Lu Chensheng and opened his mouth to speak.

Lu Chensheng nodded, "I will definitely sweep the couch to greet you." ”

With that, he turned and left.

When Lu Chensheng turned around and left, Yu Feihan said quietly.

"Now there is only music and no competition, and if it is a competition, I don't know who wins and who loses."

Yu Feihan's words fell, and Princess Yuqing glanced at him and said quietly.

"No need to compete, you two have already lost."

"Well, why?"

Yu Feihan was puzzled, and Du Rufang on the side was also puzzled.

"Lu Gongzi is that Li Junfang, although I don't know why this is the case, but he is indeed Li Junfang, with the song Guangling San played before, can you two come up with the same tune?"

Princess Yuqing looked at the two of them, this song is a song that even scholars are extremely admired.

In her opinion, even the two of them are difficult to compose, right?

The people on the side were also a little puzzled, but now when they heard this, they were all stunned.

"Lu Chensheng is that Li Junfang, what's going on?"

"Yes, if Lu Chensheng is Li Junfang, wouldn't it mean that the Qingyu case and the butterfly love flower are all written by him? How wonderful is this? ”

"This is already a unique poetic talent! Now take a look at this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, this poem is amazing! ”

Everyone was stunned at this time, and no one thought that Li Junfang and Lu Chensheng were actually the same person.

If that's the case, it seems that there is no need to compare this ceremony, what else can it be compared?

A song of Guangling San is enough to make people daunting!