"Good words!"

After writing it, Liu Yi couldn't help but pick it up and read it again, and immediately said with sincere admiration: "Brother Yan's talent is amazing in front of him. As soon as this poem came out, I was afraid that the poems of those talented people tonight would become children's works, which was ridiculous. ”

"You think it's a good word too?"

Wei Yan smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Then this poem is yours." ”

"Huh?"

Liu was ill for a while, and he didn't react.

Wei Yan hugged his shoulder and said, "Eight hundred taels of silver, if you win, you take two hundred, and I take six hundred." As for the favor of those oirans, the invitation of the Qinglou, and the accompaniment of a beautiful woman at the Spring Festival, they are all yours. ”

Liu was dumbfounded.

Wei Yan said solemnly: "You have just agreed. You said that as long as you can do it, you will never refuse. A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase! Is it a brother? ”

Not far away, Liu Wuwu was still hiding there, listening attentively.

In the end, under the words of Wei Yan's incorruptible tongue, Liu Ying had already taken the words signed by Liu Yong, walked on the board, and went to the painting boat in the middle where talented people and talented women gathered.

When Wei Yan returned to Liu Chan's side, Liu Wuwu had already come over one step ahead of him, standing behind him, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Hey, isn't that big brother?"

Liu Jiewu, who was watching the excitement, suddenly brightened his eyes and saw a familiar figure passing through the lively crowd, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, walking towards the stage.

"How did the big brother pass?"

Pretty Lori is full of question marks.

Wei Yan explained calmly: "The illness should be that I have listened to too many poems tonight, and suddenly the inspiration in my chest is surging, and the poetry is booming, and I can't hold it back, so I am ready to go over and show my hand." ”

Pretty Lori: "......"

Liu Chan next to her moved her eyes and said, "He can also compose poems?" ”

Pretty Lori didn't like to hear this, so she snorted and said, "Of course my eldest brother can write poetry!" My eldest brother has been studying with famous teachers since he was a child, writing poems and paintings, and he is proficient in everything. ”

Liu Chan stopped talking.

As the eldest son of the former prince, he naturally has a favorable learning environment since he was a child, and this ability is indeed what he should have.

"But why did the eldest brother suddenly go to that event?"

Pretty Lori still can't figure it out.

Tang Jie next to him smiled and said, "This kind of thing, you little girls must not understand." Men, who doesn't want fame, who doesn't want ...... Hehe. ”

Qiao Luoli frowned, and was about to defend her eldest brother when there was a sudden commotion from the crowd over there.

"Liu Yong, a person from Kyoto? I don't think I've heard this name before, huh? ”

"Who brought it?"

"Hehe, now any person dares to go on stage to fight poetry?"

Seeing that Liu Yi had already introduced himself on stage, other talented people and women in the audience all started to talk about it, mostly ridicule and ridicule.

After all, the name Liu Yong is really unknown to anyone.

A woman in red on the stage politely took the bamboo slip in Liu Aiji's hand and said with a smile: "I don't know which Qinglou Liu Gongzi's poem was written for?" ”

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, and Fang asked a little embarrassedly, "Which Qinglou is the Snow Maiden from?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the woman's face suddenly froze.

The audience suddenly erupted in laughter.

"Haha, this young man doesn't even know which green building the Snow Maiden is, and he dares to come on stage to compose a poem for her."

"I don't even know which Qinglou I support, and I dare to go on stage, it's ridiculous!"

And the top players of the Qinglou behind the stage couldn't help laughing.

The woman in red also couldn't help laughing, opened the bamboo slip in her hand, and said, "Listen to the Snow Maiden is the Oiran of Qingyue Tower, Liu Gongzi's poem ......"

Suddenly, she stopped talking, stared at the beautiful little characters on the bamboo slips that had not yet dried, and looked at them seriously.

"Ruyue girl, read it out! What's wrong? Isn't it that this Liu Gongzi wrote too earth-shattering, you don't dare to read it? ”

"Hahahaha......"

The audience burst into laughter again, and all kinds of ridicule were endless.

Since he is a person from Kyoto, he has never heard of this name, where is the talent, it is estimated that he has heard that the snow girl of Qingyue Tower is as beautiful as a flower, so he wants to come and have a good time, take a look.

What kind of poetry can such a person compose?

"Ahem!"

The woman in red named Ruyue coughed twice, making everyone calm down, and glanced deeply at the young man in front of her, and said to the bottom: "Everyone be quiet first, this poem ...... Indeed, I am going to read it. ”

After everyone was quiet, she looked at the book, her eyes were bright, and her voice was crisp and she read it out.

"Dotted lips, listen to snow."

As soon as the word card came out, everyone started to heel again.

"Lip spurs? Is this a deliberate attempt to challenge Brother Sun? ”

"Isn't it? Brother Sun just made a poem with a little lip, which was also given to Tingxue Maiden. Hehe, this young man is so bold, he dares to challenge our Sun Dacai on the spot. ”

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

The sound of heckling and laughter became even louder.

The woman in red frowned, but did not speak again, and continued to read crisply:

"Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your hands. The dew is thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are ......"

As soon as this film came out, those noisy sounds suddenly gradually quieted down.

The woman in red glanced up and continued.

"When the guests come in, the socks are golden. and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums. ”

When she finished reading the next film, the noise in the audience was completely quiet.

All the talented people and talented women were all surprised, and they silently recited this little word in their mouths.

"Lunon is thin, sweaty and light clothes are ......"

"When the guests come in, the socks are golden. and shame left, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plum ......"

Wei Yan had no doubts about the effect of this poem.

After all, this little poem is a masterpiece of the talented girl Li Qingzhao, which writes the girl's innocent demeanor and is known as the work of "Song Enjoyment".

This little word listened to everyone's ears, but a picture clearly appeared in their minds.

It's like, "Listen to the Snow Maiden after swinging, and is getting up lazily to tidy up her slender hands." The thin flower branches are hung with crystal dew drops, and the flowers are budding and ready to be released, and the sweat of the fragrance of the swing penetrates the thin Luo clothes.

Suddenly, when a guest arrived, he was so panicked that he didn't bother to put on his shoes, and walked away with only socks, and even the golden hairpin on his head slipped down. Ran away shyly, but leaned against the door and looked back, obviously looking at the guests, but deliberately wanted to sniff the green plum in front of the door to cover it up. ”

The girl in the white dress sitting in the curtain behind the stage suddenly looked at her fascination, and this picture appeared in her mind unconsciously, as if she had really experienced it herself.

"Good words!"

Liu Chan slapped the railing and was the first to exclaim.

Tang Jie and Han Shaoqing next to him woke up in shock, slapped the railing with the folding fan in their hands, and exclaimed: "It's indeed a good word!" What a great word! ”

"Big brother 66666666666!"

Pretty Lori raised her thumbs and kept praising it.

At this time, all the talented women in the audience reacted.

This little word made those talented girls feel the same way, and they all exclaimed, their faces full of excitement.

"Good words! Good words! ”

"Liu Gongzi's poem deserves to be the first!"

"As soon as this word comes out, tonight's poems will be overshadowed!"

The talented women were excited, and their eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Liu Aiji.

And those talents who were still laughing and ridiculing just now, although their faces were full of embarrassment, they had to admit that this little poem is indeed a rare masterpiece, and it is definitely overwhelming tonight.

Without a hint of surprise or worry, the poem really won the first place.

While everyone was cheering, Wei Yan secretly counted his silver.

Six hundred taels in hand, plus the previous deposit, now he can buy a decent mansion.

Nine-song corridors, rockeries and flowing water, garden ponds, groups of wives and concubines, ahh

Refreshing!

He couldn't help but laugh.

And Liu Wuwu, who was standing on the side and peeking at him, showed a complicated look in his eyes.