The talented people present did not speak, and they all sat upright, waiting for Li Xiao in the pavilion to speak. In their opinion, the poems made by the characters who can make the Ma family so excited must be excellent, and the high-quality products, no matter what time they are, are expected to be.

In the pavilion, Li Xiao was still standing, looking at Ma Yanyi intently, without speaking.

The same is true of Ma Yanyi on the other side, just looking at Li Xiao like this, not in a hurry, silently waiting for Li Xiao to brew poems.

As the minutes passed, the shadows of the trees on the ground gradually became slender. The birds on the branches tilted their heads, no longer chirping, but looked at the people below suspiciously.

Slowly, the genius in the field was a little anxious, why has it been so long, the person who spoke has no follow-up, and Ma Gongzi, why did he look at that person for so long without speaking, although the creation of a masterpiece takes time, but it can't just be like this.

Lu Yunlu was also a little anxious, but he was not anxious because he couldn't wait for good poems, but worried that Li Xiao was just impulsive and wanted to become famous and rashly come out.

But it's okay, anyway, Li Xiao is just here to treat a disease, and he will go back to Suzhou when the time comes, but there are many talents present, and it is difficult to mix him in Suzhou if he can't keep it.

"Lao Chen, do you say that Lao Li can write poetry?" Lu Yunlu sneaked up to Chen Ziye's edge and asked softly, during which he didn't forget to pull a few pastries.

Chen Ziye didn't care about Lu Yunlu's small movements, his eyes were still staring at Li Xiao, he straightened his somewhat fat body slightly, and replied with a little nervousness: "I don't know." ”

Chen Dacai didn't know, so Lu Yunlu didn't ask anymore, turned his head, stuffed a piece of not very delicious pastry into Chu Chu's mouth, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the latter bowing his head and blushing.

"By the way, little girl, do you think your son-in-law can write a poem?" Lu Yunlu teased Chu Chu and said, "I've been with Lao Li for so long, and I'm still so shy, shouldn't I still be a chick." ”

The little girl blushed, lowered her head, and muttered, "The young master will definitely be able to write poems." ”

Lu Yunlu didn't hear what Chu said clearly, and learned that Li Xiao was paralyzed on the little girl's body, enjoying it comfortably. He didn't think that a little slave could know if Li Xiao could really write poetry, and if he asked, he would be bored.

"Ahem" In front of her, Miss Lu put down the teacup in her hand, coughed softly twice, turned her head, and glared at Lu Yunlu. Frightened, the son of the Lu family immediately got up from Chu Chu and sat up timidly.

Lu Yunlu shook his head, and secretly sighed that his younger brother was so ignorant, how could he learn from Li Xiao to make such indecent actions on this occasion, if he was looked at by others, wouldn't he lose face in the Hou Mansion.

And this Li Xiao, who rushed up with great interest just now, wanting to become famous, how could he be dumb. Could it be that there was no preparation in advance, but the interest came, and the poem was written on the spot?

This is true, Li Xiao is indeed suddenly interested, he needs to know the truth of that night, he needs to know what the dream is about, and what role Ma Zai plays in the dream. And all this can only be told by the father of the young man in front of him, the name that appeared in the dream - Ma Zai.

His identity is insufficient, and he can't usually get in touch with Ma Zai, who is the history of the imperial horse, but today is an opportunity.

Writing poems and having a relationship with Ma Yanyi is equivalent to having a relationship with the Ma family. As for poetry, if you come to Li Du casually, isn't it a skill that overwhelms the talents?

Thinking about it, I have to speak, and it's not good to keep so many people waiting, at least it looks like it's enough.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice coming, leisurely, ethereal with charm, and dignified with grace.

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"You sons haven't spoken for so long, aren't you waiting for the little girl?"

Turning around, several show girls walked out, and then a small sedan chair appeared steadily with the support of four burly men underground, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance, and the cyan weft yarn hung down, covering a beautiful shadow inside.

was wondering who was coming, but when he saw the sedan chair coming little by little, he didn't panic, and slowly drove in front of Li Xiao. For some reason, the woman sitting inside made him feel familiar.

When they arrived in front of a pavilion, the sedan chair fell, but the people inside still did not move, until the show girls pulled the tent and covered the sight of everyone in the field, and the woman slowly came down and entered the pavilion where no one was around.

"Jade shopkeeper's." Ma Yanyi stood respectfully when the woman appeared, and waited until the woman entered the pavilion before he arched his hand and spoke.

"Huh?" Yu Xian'er didn't say much, and through the curtains, she could only vaguely see her holding the tea that the maid had just poured, covering her mouth and taking a sip. Even so, just a little shadow exudes an irresistible temptation.

"Sister Jade." Ma Yanyi laughed and said.

Yu Xian'er put down the teacup in her hand, took the handkerchief of the maid, wiped it gently, and chuckled: "I also have some friendship with your father, if you are born like this next time, be careful to tie you up and sink the moat." ”

"What Sister Yu said is that Yan Yi shouldn't." Ma Yanyi said.

The conversation between the two is very flat, like the sister next door teaching her younger brother. But in the eyes of others, this is not ordinary.

Ma Gongzi is so familiar with the jade shopkeeper of Penglai Xianju, no wonder he can contract the bamboo forest building so generously, and it sounds like this jade fairy is still related to Ma Zai, the president of the Ma Zheng Academy, could it be that the person behind her is Dean Ma? This is the first source of income in Haoguo, no wonder this jade fairy can buy Penglai Xianju and Bamboo Forest Xiaozhu in one go, and also occupy a place in this Jingshi City.

The talented people present talked softly, some were surprised, some were jealous, some were gossiping, and some were ready to move. Everybody has their own agenda.

"This should be a stunner in the world, and I dare to compare it to Su Yang." Li Xiao sighed secretly. No wonder this jade fairy doesn't often appear in people's sight, if she is there, how can other women speak.

"How can there be good poems in today's poetry club?" Yu Xian'er said, and glanced at Li Xiao intentionally or unintentionally.

"There are a few songs, but they are not what Sister Yu likes." Ma Yanyi replied.

"That's not fun." Yu Xian'er lay down lazily, holding her head lightly with a skillful hand, her black hair was mischievously scattered, and the spring in her eyebrows and eyes made the hearts of those who saw it feel ape all the time: "By the way, my residual poem today can be made by someone." ”

Residual poems? Speaking of poetry, the talents present woke up one after another, didn't the Suzhou prince who was given high hopes by Ma Gongzi just now want to compose poetry, but just because of the appearance of Yu Xian'er, everyone ignored him, and when they remembered it, they turned their heads to look at the past and waited for the follow-up.

Ma Yanyi also reacted, but at this moment, he would definitely not let Li Xiao continue to compose poems, from the moment Yu Xian'er appeared, the protagonist was no longer Li Xiao who wrote poems, but became the woman in the pavilion. In the past few years, everyone who is a master in Beijing knows what the poem Yu Xian'er wants most is not a masterpiece, let alone a famous book, but the remnant poem that has stumped countless talents:

The green path wears flowers, and the red building presses water,

Xunfang mistakenly went to Penglai Land.

The jade face is a Ruizhu immortal,

Meet and show the double moth emerald.

It's hard to say, but it's not difficult, it's just that no one can do it completely.

"No, no." It's very embarrassing, Ma Yanyi is ashamed of himself, this poem is still incomplete.

Yu Xian'er was very disappointed, and the talents present were also very helpless, but they only hated not being good at learning and art, otherwise if they wrote, they would have to smile, and if they could get along with Yu Xian'er, they would die without regrets.

Just when a group of talented people were helpless and regretful, they suddenly heard a person reciting a poem, and that poem was the remnant poem that stumped countless talented literati.

Looking for the sound, the source turned out to be the pavilion of Miss Lu's family, and when I looked for it again, the person who recited the poem was Li Xiao, who had just said that he wanted to compose a poem. Looking closely, the prince of Suzhou called the maid, and he leaned against the pillar, holding a pen in his mouth, holding a piece of paper in his hand, not knowing what to do, and his eyes were looking in the direction of Yuxian'er.

"The green path wears flowers, the red mansion presses the water, and Xunfang mistakenly goes to Penglai land. The Yuyan people are Ruizhu immortals, and they meet to show their double moth cui. Li Xiao paused for a moment, just glanced at Yu Xian'er who was looking for a voice, turned his head, pinched Chu Chu's little face, and then read:

Dream grass sleeps, wanders and gets drunk,

Yichun always sees things in Yingzhou.

Don't come to Shuangyan and fly west,

No reason to send lovesick words.

The poem has not stopped.

Li Xiao slowly finished reading a few sentences, and at the same time put down the rice paper in his hand, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all, which was quite a kind of wine fairy.

"Dream grass sleeps, wanders and gets drunk, and I always see Yingzhou in spring. Don't come to Shuangyan and fly west, don't send lovesick words for no reason. The talents, beauties, and young masters and young ladies present all read these words one by one.

Neat, extremely neat. This is a supplementary poem, this should be a poem.

The audience was in an uproar, and over the years, this remnant poem that had stumped countless talents was finally complete. It's a pity that it's not me.

Lu Yunlu was also shocked, it seems that his younger brother's new dog friend is not a wine bag and rice bag, he still has the ability, but he is still a ruffian, and Yu Xian'er only wrote poems when she appeared, could it be that she looked down on me? Still don't think Dong'er looks good?

A woman's jealousy is always inexplicable.

Lu Yunlu, like Chen Ziye, has not yet eased up. It turned out that day, when Penglai Xianju listened to the first half of the song for the first time, Brother Li had it, and he waited so long before he said that he was not righteous enough, and he had to be punished for wine another day, and then let him have a treat. However, presumably after today, Li Xiao must be a famous Beijing master, and when the time comes, he will not be allowed to prostitute for free, especially when he goes to Xianju, to help their shopkeeper solve the problems of so many years, and he must not give a Tianzi room to sit in?

Ma Yanyi stood in the center, unable to calm down for a long time, this Brother Li is really powerful, he is worthy of being the person who wrote the water tune song, but he didn't say it earlier, he was afraid that he would not be able to make poems just now, and he would be embarrassed.

Of course, Yu Xian'er is the most excited person, back then, her sweetheart only left half of it, and it was with that half of it that Penglai Xianju was able to appear, so that she had her own name, but over the years, this poem has not been complete, originally she thought that this residual poem could only be a residual poem, but today, unexpectedly complete.

It was this young man who recited poetry, just waiting for him to recite a good poem on the side, but seeing that he hadn't spoken for so long, he thought that there was no follow-up, so he appeared to solve the siege.

"What a naughty boy." Yu Xian'er said with a smile: "Spring sleepy, when the poetry meeting is over, you go and invite that son." Remember, only one person is invited. ”

The woman who was called Spring Sleepy answered, and without asking the reason, she quietly withdrew with her head down.

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Let's have a chapter push!

The author of the book "Young Apocalypse" is a super tsundere cute and super beautiful little Lori.,The writing is excellent.,It's very enjoyable.,The content is also very fascinating.。

The key is that the young lady is good-looking, and she regrets not reading her novels.

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