Qi Weiwei next to her coughed, as if she was waiting to see Yunmo's good show.

Yunmo was not embarrassed, and directly said to him: "Then it's ugly." ”

Qi Chendong looked at Qi Weiwei, he knew Yunmo's bad words, and what he wrote could no longer be called grass, but should be called wild grass, all like this, no matter how stupid he was, he also knew Qi Weiwei's targeting of Yunmo.

Is it too much to make Yunmo ugly in public?

Yunmo picked up the pen and ink on the table in front of him, picked up the pen, thought about it, and wrote down two lines. After Yunmo finished writing, the guy next to him hung his masterpiece on the display board.

"Brother Yun is so talented, this word is chic and uninhibited, and the structure is sparse and controlled, and it is very comfortable."

"What did Brother Yun write?" The man surnamed Wang looked at it for a while, but didn't see the reason: "Wang's talent is shallow, and he can't recognize Brother Yun's pen and ink." ”

Others also read it and said they couldn't read it.

"Look, whoever guesses it, I'll give it another word." Yunmo tilted his head through Qi Chendong and looked at Qi Weiwei, the smile on his face looked skinny, as if a child was sticking out his tongue like Qi Weiwei.

Qi Weiwei glanced at it and said, "People are idle and the osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty." ”

Yunmo shook his head. What he wrote was not an ordinary word, in fact, his font was not to the point that people couldn't understand it, but he had just swapped the two sides of the word left and right, and it was impossible for the number of people present to guess.

"Nanpu is sad and farewell, and the west wind is winding in autumn." A man sitting opposite Yunmo said.

Yunmo shook his head again: "You can't guess, if I meet someone destined in the future, I will come out." ”

"Good! Then Wang was thick-skinned and collected Brother Yun's masterpiece. ”

The man surnamed Wang put the piece of paper into his arms, causing everyone to be dissatisfied: "How can Brother Yun's masterpiece let you swallow it alone?" ”

The man surnamed Wang smiled hesitantly, stopped talking, come to him, come to the flowing water, this is enough, and he has no interest in the next poems at all.

Qi Chendong quietly asked Yunmo next to him: "Brother-in-law~ What did you write?" ”

Yunmo wrote the words just now on the paper again, and marked: "Look at the paper in reverse." It was handed to Qi Chendong.

After Qi Chendong read it, he confidently turned the paper upside down, and found that he still couldn't read it.

Yunmo was speechless beside him, and motioned to him with the back of his palm before he reacted.

Changing the front and back of the paper in his hand, Qi Chendong was speechless when he looked at the words in front of him.

"The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic."

Qi Weiwei looked at the two of them talking to each other, and saw that Yunmo gave Qi Chendong a piece of paper, and suddenly wondered: "Chendong, show me the paper." ”

Qi Chendong subconsciously didn't dare to let Qi Weiwei look at it, and held the paper in his arms. Yunmo motioned for him to give it to Qi Weiwei, and he let go.

Qi Weiwei looked at the paper in her hand, and her face suddenly turned green, so you Yunmo. I don't know what Brother Wang would think of her if he came home and found that it was such a poem.

"Okay, our flowing water has begun, please Young Master Zeng." Xu Jianing said.

Zeng Yi looked a little unhappy, maybe his high-spirited plan just now was interrupted. Now that it's finally time to start, I've chosen a more comfortable tune first.

He filled his glass with wine and put it on a wooden slip and ran down the river. During the period, because of the stones, the zigzag flow was very slow.

Zeng Yi's flute is still blowing, and everyone seems to be intoxicated in spring, watching everything grow and grass sprout.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped, and everyone looked behind them.

As Yunmo expected, the glass of wine was behind him. Pick up the wine glass and drink it down, turn the glass upside down, and there is a note underneath: "Write poems with beautiful people." ”

This question can be the most difficult of the difficult, because it is necessary to write beauty as beautiful, but not too vulgar.

Yunmo thought for a while, raised his pen and wrote: "A few cries in the deep forest, dreams are like smoke. Until the dream is hard to find, it is haunting. The butterfly dances to itself, the warbler sings to itself, and it is always sad. The bright moon is like water, like a year. ”

The finished paper was hung on the exhibition column, and Zhong Rao's first feeling was that Brother Yun's words were not as amazing as just now, but he still didn't look at it very much, and it took him to finish reading the poem.

"Brother Yun is really a genius, he can even think of writing in a dream, I don't know the name of this poem?"

Yunmo thought for a while: "I haven't thought about it yet, since it's the format of meeting Huan, let's call it seeing Huan." ”

"Okay."

Next, starting the second round of Liuyu Qushui, Zeng Yi saw that he didn't stump Yunmo just now, and he fought for another one this time, he was very resentful.

Yunmo was not in a hurry to enjoy the scenery in the mountains, listening to Zeng Yi's flute, this time Zeng Yi's flute was very cheerful, and the family had to set off firecrackers like a New Year's party.

After the song was finished, the cup was really behind Yunmo again. Yunmo just smiled, drank all the wine in the cup, and looked at the title: "Describe the person on your left in words." ”

Yunmo looked at Qi Chendong and was speechless, this was really difficult for him, more difficult than the beauty just now.

Qi Chendong touched his nose and smiled happily, he was so happy, someone was going to write words for him today.

"Bringing hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? ”

It was just a few words, but everyone present was excited.

Yunmo sighed secretly, thank you, Mao, grandpa, learn from your poems.

"This points to the country and inspires the words, did the dung Wanhu Marquis write too extreme back then?"

"You haven't done that? Although the imperial court does not allow discussion of politics now, it will still be discussed more or less, right? ”

"It was the Marquis of Wanhu back then, and now it's discussed, it's nothing, but I didn't expect that Young Master Qi is also a temperamental." Xu Jianing said.

Qi Chendong was a little embarrassed, and waved his hand hurriedly.

In fact, everyone was attracted by the middle sentences, and what touched him the most was: Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?

This reminded him of the time when he joined the army with Yunmo, when the two of them were like brothers. Now that they have been in a cold war for several months, for the sake of his sister, but why doesn't he miss Yunmo?

The next round of flowing water is cloud ink again. This made everyone look at Zeng Yi, who still didn't care about anyone.

Yunmo took the wine glass and saluted Zeng Yi. This time, the topic is: Writing Flowers.

Sending the sub-questions, Yunmo sighed in his heart.

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip is pointing to the east. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

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