In the Netherworld Truth, Feng Zhen was already a dead man, and there was no point in entangling with him, so he said to Changfeng: "Let's go." ”

Unexpectedly, Murong Yue's feet moved, and suddenly she was already standing in front of the Netherworld, and said with a smile: "Don't go, let's go after that." ”

But seeing that although Murong Yue was full of smiles, the depths of her eyes were full of evil spirit, which made people feel cold.

"This slut!" Netherworld scolded angrily in his heart, after only two contacts, he already deeply felt that the other party had a very perverse temperament, and if he didn't agree to her, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get out.

In the midst of the stalemate, Twilight suddenly smiled at Murong Yue and said, "Miss, since you have to compete, it is naturally interesting to have a bet." ”

"That's right!" Murong Yue was full of joy.

When Netherworld really had no countermeasures for a while, he heard what Twilight Frost said, his heart moved, and he immediately turned to Feng Zhen and said, "How do you want to compare?"

Murong Yue's eyes lit up when she saw that she had really agreed, and she retreated, her eyes full of anticipation.

Feng Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "You and I alternately write poems, and whoever can't say it in the end will lose." ”

Just because the people in this world are extremely martial and light-minded, it is rare for people to be able to recite a few poems of others, and this kind of pediatric competition seems unusual in this world, and most people are full of expectations.

"Yes. "Netherworld.

There are hundreds of classic poems he learned in his previous life, and his heart is naturally full of confidence.

Feng Zhen just wanted to speak, but Dushuang suddenly said: "What's the meaning of reciting other people's poems, it's better for our young lady to come up with a topic, and you each make a poem." ”

"Good!" Murong Yue exclaimed with great joy.

Feng Zhen's mouth opened, feeling quite embarrassed, thinking that he couldn't do it by himself, but the matter had come to this, how could he back down?

Nether really looked at Twilight and thought, "That Twilight is clearly helping me by doing this." If I really follow what Feng Zhen said, maybe Feng Zhen will memorize more poems, and I may not be able to win. But writing poetry is different, no one has ever heard of my poems, and there is no problem in saying that they are ready-made. Moreover, I have lived here all these years, and I have never heard of anyone who can write poetry, and even if I can't, it can only be considered a draw. ”

He thought that he had hundreds of poems in his belly, and it was not difficult to find one close to the title, so he agreed immediately.

Feng Zhen smiled: "Okay, then the bet will be set at ...... One thousand taels of silver. After a pause, he scolded with a smile: "You poor ghost, can you take a thousand taels of silver to gamble?"

He was angry and proposed to compare poems before, but after calming down, he knew that he was likely to lose, so he deliberately proposed a thousand taels of silver, thinking that Netherworld would definitely not be able to make a bet, so he admitted defeat.

Netherworld was really embarrassed for a while, and suddenly his mind turned around, and he smiled: "You don't care if I can take out a thousand taels, I will give you a thousand taels if I lose, if you lose, give me one tael." ”

The Feng family is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely wealthy, Feng Zhentang, the second young master of the Feng family, was so despised and humiliated by a waste on the street, he immediately shouted angrily: "Fart, if I lose, I will give you 30,000 taels, and if you lose, you will ...... Kill yourself on the spot!

Although he was angry and offered to take 30,000 taels, he really didn't know the bottom in his heart, so he proposed to let the other party commit suicide, thinking about scaring away the ghostly truth.

Netherworld deliberately provoked Feng Zhen to take out more silver to gamble, but when he heard the other party propose to commit suicide, although he was full of confidence, he was still inevitably a little nervous, but the silver was too important to him, so he agreed without hesitation.

He gambled with his life, which made people's interest soar, and one by one they shrank their heads and crowded forward.

Feng Zhen heard the "Man Jianghong" reciting the poem "Manjianghong" before, and only thought that he was reciting other people's poems, but at this time it was a proposition poem, he thought that the Netherworld would not agree, or hesitate, and heard that the other party would respond so readily even if he blocked his life, thinking that 30,000 taels was really not a decimal, he couldn't help but worry, and the muscles on his face jumped suddenly.

Murong Yue was even more interested, began to think about the topic, thought about it, looked at Twilight and the other ugly girl, had an idea in her heart, and smiled at Yin Ying Zhen and Feng Zhen: "For the sake of fairness, each of you has a different topic, and the time limit is half a pillar of incense, who will do it first?"

"I'll do it first. "Netherworld.

"Okay, you can write a poem on the theme of my ugly girl, but you are not allowed to have ugly words in the verses. Murong Yue thought that her topic was very wonderful, and smiled proudly.

The Netherworld was really shocked, at this time, he had gambled his life, and he couldn't find a poem depicting an ugly girl in the poems he knew, and he couldn't help but scold Murong Yue in his heart, and he became more and more anxious.

Seeing that the time limit was approaching, and I couldn't find a suitable verse, my forehead and sideburns couldn't help but sweat.

Feng Zhen smiled when he saw this.

Zhou Ying shook her head slightly, sighed softly, and thought, "Brother Yun when he was a child was not such an aggressive temperament, how did he become so ignorant now?"

"Hurry up!" Murong Yue urged anxiously.

Changfeng leaned into Netherworld's ear and whispered, "Are you sure?" ”

"With so many masters watching, she wants to take me away?" Netherworld really thought to himself, feeling more and more mysterious that Changfeng was unpredictable, but it was better to kill himself if he escaped like this.

He glanced at Twilight, remembering that she had helped him several times a day, and he didn't know if she was intentional or unintentional, his heart suddenly moved, and he smiled slightly: "Don't worry." ”

Changfeng nodded.

Yu Ying really thought of a few sentences in a poem, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slightly modified the original work, and then recited: "Gold is a prison, jade is a cage, and the car is like a flowing water and a horse is like a dragon." There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. ”

When he said that he "has a good heart", he stared at Twilight, slowed down his speech, and took the tone in his voice, as if he was deliberately speaking to Twilight.

I saw that Twilight's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth were faintly smiling.

Murong Yue thought about it for a long time, and suddenly her face was full of joy, and while walking back and forth, she said loudly: "Gold is a prison, jade is a cage, and the car is like flowing water and horses are like dragons." Yes, my Murong family is built splendidly, there are countless visitors every day, people come and go, and there are many cars and horses, but those subordinates are not so comfortable in the house, and they must strictly abide by the rules everywhere, just like entering a prison made of gold and a cage made of beautiful jade, these two sentences are very good. ”

She thought about it again and said, "There are no colorful phoenix wings...... Ha, this sentence is the most exquisite! The maid is ugly, but she doesn't say that she is ugly, what does she say like a colorful phoenix without wings. If a bird loses its wings, it will be bare, it will be very ugly, seconds, it will be too second!hahahahahaha......" said at the end of the laugh.

After stopping the smile, Murong Yue said again: "There is a good understanding of the heart, and this sentence is also very good." Twilight has been with me for a long time, and now I only need one look, and she can understand, good, good, every word!"

She thought of the bare bird again, and couldn't help but laugh again.

This poem "Partridge Sky • Painting Hub Carving Saddle Narrow Road" is a famous work of Song Qi in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the original sentence fragment of the words is: "The body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a clear heart." The gold is the house, the jade is the cage, and the car is like flowing water and the horse is like a dragon. In order to "fit the situation", the order of the original sentence was reversed, and the house of the golden house was changed into a prison.

The meaning of Murong Yue's interpretation is indeed not much different from what the Netherworld really thought, but this last sentence "The heart has a good heart", but the Netherworld really has another deep meaning.

He thought about how many times Twilight had saved herself, and wanted to use the last sentence to test whether she was intentional or unintentional, but only to see her face move slightly, thinking that she might just praise the verse, and it was difficult to discern what she really thought in her heart.

Although this poem "Partridge Sky • Painting Hub Carving Saddle Narrow Road" is famous, there are five sentences in the words that the author quoted from the famous works of the ancients, and some of them are not original.

In this way, it is not far-fetched for the Netherworld to say those words in this situation, but it is also a few seconds.

There were also a few people present who were well-versed in literature and ink, and they recalled what they had learned, and no one in the past could compare to the subtlety of the poems written by the Netherworld, not to mention that the poem was written by the Netherworld at such a critical moment, so it was even more rare.

When some people were amazed by the "Man Jianghong-Angry Hair Rushing to the Crown" "made" by the Netherworld, they also doubted whether it was made by the Netherworld.

The onlookers were amazed, as if the ghost in front of them was really no longer a waste.

When Zhou Ying reminisced about the two "poems", her eyes were also fixed on the ghostly truth, her eyes were full of contemplation, and she smiled faintly.

Murong Yue then asked Feng Zhen to compose a poem, but the title was still an ugly girl.