Full Moon Building is worthy of being a high-end atmosphere and high-grade restaurant, and the framed accessories are all masterpieces.

Calligraphy and painting, embroidery, and furnishings are all the best choices.

There are also geisha playing the guzheng, and children reciting poems, creating a bookish atmosphere everywhere.

Talented and beautiful women or something, my favorite is this tune.

The behind-the-scenes boss of the Full Moon Tower is definitely a master, and he would like to meet him if he has the chance.

Yan Qi saw two talented young men in front of the window, touting each other.

"Brother Wang, congratulations on passing the registration qualifications, with your talent, entering the Lin Mansion is like picking up something."

"Brother Sun, haven't you also passed the registration qualifications? Let's rejoice together, Brother Sun, your poetry has a deep foundation, a hundred times stronger than me, and you will definitely get Miss Lin's favor. ”

Hearing these two people praising each other here, Yan Qi felt funny.

"Let's start with these two guys."

Yan Qi sat at a table next to him, he didn't rush in, he wanted to find a suitable opportunity to make a move.

Leng Youxue on the side saw Yan Qi, embarrassed and full of hatred.

"It's not a thing that ruined my reputation."

However, the backstage of the Full Moon Building is huge, and although she is a person with six doors, she does not dare to make a mistake here.

Otherwise, Yan Qi would have been beaten into a pig's head by her.

Yan Qi didn't have the consciousness of being beaten at all, and threw 'flattering eyes' at Leng Youxue from afar, and from an outsider's point of view, the two looked like a flirtatious little couple.

The two geniuses praised each other, Wang Caizi was drunk, and Sao Bao put forward an initiative: "Good wine is accompanied by good poetry, now that there is good wine, how can there be no poetry to complement it?" ”

"What Brother Wang said is true, you and I have been studying for 12 years, why not take this opportunity to show your style?"

"Very good, very good, then please ask Brother Sun to come up with the question first, and I'll make a couplet."

Yan Qi had never seen this tune, and felt strange.

In ancient times, there was no entertainment, and the right poems were even entertainment.

"Hehe, let me see if these two talents have real talent and learning, and they have been studying hard for 12 years, then they must be brilliant."

Leng Youxue couldn't beat Yan Qi, he was idle and bored, and he read poetry, and he began to listen attentively.

Sun Gongzi got up, frowned and looked out the window, his expression was solemn, and he looked amazing, very grand.

He pointed to a willow tree outside the window and blurted out, "A tree to the east." ”

Day!

What is this poem called?

Yan Qi almost couldn't hold back his laughter, this opening poem is too white? Twelve years of hard study, at this level? Did you read it into someone else's stomach?

"Giggle......" Leng Youxue didn't hold back, giggling.

She smiled at the city, and then smiled at the country, her delicate body trembled slightly, her curves were charming, like a peony in full bloom, beautiful and incomprehensible, sweet and glutinous, very different from Fang Cai's cold temperament, a room of literati and scholars were attracted to her.

Yan Qi was also tugged at by Leng Youxue's charming smile, and his heart jumped up suddenly.

Leng Youxue was swept over by countless pairs of greedy eyes, her charming face turned crimson, and she hurriedly straightened her face, recovering her proud and cold snow temperament, and with a slight wave of the sword in her hand, the cold light appeared, releasing an endless murderous aura.

Everyone was startled, didn't dare to look at her anymore, and refocused on the poems between Sun Gongzi and Wang Gongzi.

Sun Gongzi said: "A tree in the east, Brother Wang, it's time for you to write poems." ”

Wang Gongzi held back for a long time, scratching his ears and cheeks, but he didn't come up with it after all, when suddenly inspiration struck, slapped the table, and said loudly: "A tree in the west." ”

Yan Qi was very shocked: A tree in the east, a tree in the west, this Nima is also called a poem? It's not even a limerick, is it?

Wang Gongzi leisurely urged Sun Gongzi: "Brother Sun, it's your turn." ”

Sun Gongzi held back for a long time, but he really couldn't match, so he held back a sentence: "A tree in the south." ”

Wang Gongzi seemed to be prepared this time, and immediately said: "A tree in the north." ”

Day!

Yan Qi was stunned: a tree in the east, a tree in the west; One tree to the south and one tree to the north.

The four big trees in a poem are really wonderful.

Can this also be called poetry? If this is all poetry, there are hundreds of poems in minutes.

Leng Youxue also shook her head slightly: This is how the genius was indiscriminately filled.

Wang Gongzi was very proud, and waved his hand to Sun Gongzi arrogantly: "Brother Sun, now it's your turn to write poems." ”

Sun Gongzi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, but he didn't know how to continue.

The four big trees in the east, west, north and south have been finished, do you want to say that 'there is a big tree in the sky'?

Not to mention that Sun Gongzi couldn't come out, even Leng Youxue frowned frequently.

Although she is a fast catcher, she is proficient in writing and ink, and she claims to be a talented woman, but after thinking about it, it is even more difficult to deal with these four large numbers, and she has no clue.

The difficulty is that the first four sentences are simply nonsense, and the poems that continue in the back must be able to connect the four big trees in front of them and extend the artistic conception of the poem. However, to do this, with her talent, is not enough.

When Yan Qi saw this scene, he immediately stood up, and the time to make a move had finally arrived.

Wang Gongzi stumped Sun Gongzi, he was very proud, and then forced Sun Gongzi to ask: "Brother Sun is only eight buckets high, he won't be unable to pick up, right?" Sun Gongzi, don't hide it, if you have any wonderful poems, you might as well chant them, let me increase my knowledge. ”

"This ......" Sun Gongzi blushed like a monkey's ass, his brain was messing around, how could he have any inspiration.

Yan Qi shook the folding fan lightly and said loudly: "A tree in the east, a tree in the west; a tree to the south and a tree to the north; Even if there are thousands of Bisi, how can pedestrians live? ”

The last two sentences: 'Even if there are thousands of Bisi, how can pedestrians live?' As soon as he said this, Wang Gongzi and Sun Gongzi suddenly looked back at Yan Qi, and looked at each other again, looking at each other in shock.

Yan Qi shook the fan very proudly: Yes, yes, this is what you want.

Leng Youxue thought that the four big trees that didn't make sense of bullshit had 'died', but where did she think that Yan Qi, a big ruffian, would actually turn decay into magic and connect these four big trees so meaningfully.

With the last 'even if there are thousands of Bisi, how can pedestrians live? Set off, the four big trees in front of me are not only not bullshit, but have become a foreshadowing of vulgarity and elegance.

That's amazing!

Leng Youxue's beautiful eyes widened, looking at Yan Qi's dashing and handsome back, she clenched her silver teeth, and said in a low voice: The hooligan is not terrible, I am afraid that the hooligan is educated, this Yan Qi is really not easy to deal with, I have to be careful.

Yan Qi vaguely heard Leng Youxue's words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He originally thought that with these two lines of poetry, he would get rid of the image of a hooligan in Leng Youxue's eyes, but where did he think that he was still a hooligan, but a cultured hooligan.

This little girl is really stubborn.