It's just that because the name of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club, and the members of the Poetry Club are all pretty women, everyone naturally has the previous idea, but the president of the Poetry Club has personally refuted the rumors, denying that only women can join the Falling Sakura Poetry Club, what else can they say?

"No wonder when this scholar came in, he took Miss Shu's pastries and was so familiar with the women of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club, it turned out that he was also a member of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club." The Falling Sakura Poetry Club actually allowed men to join, it turns out that we have been wrong all along. ”

"In this way, this poem can naturally represent the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, if they can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow, with this person here, Yang Fangzhou and Shen Yu will have to hate on the spot!" "The name of the first genius in Sujiang Mansion, I'm afraid it's going to change hands!" "Not necessarily, although this word is good, but every time Shen Yu composes a poem, it will be widely circulated in the Qinglou Music Hall, which can not be compared with no matter how good the poem is."

Everyone just thought that sentence was Zhao Rouyun's right and interests, but when they thought that as soon as the scholar came in just now, they went straight to the side of the Luoying Poetry Club, and Shu Wanqing behaved intimately, which was extraordinary, thinking that they should have known each other for a long time, and there was no doubt in their hearts.

Zhang Wen's face was gloomy and about to drip water, he didn't expect that Zhao Rouyun's words would make his offensive come to naught, that Sven scum, shameless man. It's actually a member of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club.,It's really a big surprise to him.。

But just give up like this, he is never reconciled, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, will be the time for him to shine, a blockbuster, absolutely no one is allowed to destroy, look up at Zhao Rouyun gloomily, gritted his teeth and said: "That's it, this word can't be counted, who knows if your word has been made by outsiders a long time ago, everyone hasn't seen it, everyone said yes!" The people of the Hanzhu Poetry Society all responded, "That is, that is, seeing is evidence, otherwise you won't count." ”

Everyone looked at Zhang Wen's shameless appearance, after today, the image of the Hanzhu Poetry Society and Zhang Wen in the minds of many talents in the field must plummet, but at the moment he can't take care of these, if he can make a name for himself at tomorrow's poetry meeting, then what he will gain is far more than what he has lost.

This is clearly a scoundrel, and it is clearly to find trouble with the Sakura Poetry Club, and most of the people around him understand it in their hearts, but it's not easy to say it, so I don't talk about it. The girls of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club listened to Zhang Wen's words, their teeth itched, Chu Yun looked at the smiling face of Zhang Wen, who was so thick-skinned, and smiled disdainfully, and said lightly, "If I write another word now, then what do you have to say."

Zhang Wen looked at Chu Yun coldly and said, "Then you can do it now, if you can't do it, then this song just now can prove that it is not Your Excellency." Chu Yun smiled slightly, and said very confidently to the girls of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, "Don't worry, I will have a good word right now."

Chu Yun came to the table again, dipped the pen in ink, and quickly wrote on the paper in small letters, Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival. With a high view, you can see the sky for thousands of miles, and the clouds have no trace. Guilu flies in, the light shines, and the cold dips for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, come and go by Luan, people are in the cool country. The rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the smoke trees are in the middle of the history. I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised a glass to invite the moon, and became three guests to the shadow. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don't know what night it is? If you want to ride the wind and go back, why use riding Pengyi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off.

Chu Yun did it in one go, Zhao Rouyun watched Chu Yun walk the dragon and snake, the small Kai was like a flower growing on a piece of paper, wonderful, natural. Picked up the Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival written by Chu Yungang, copied one on the table, and passed it to everyone, Chu Yun took a sip of the tea next to him, and then found that the venue suddenly quieted down.

The little maid Yu'er blinked her big eyes, and her body couldn't help but get closer to Chu Yun, the atmosphere was quiet and weird, and the girl's heart was a little scared. After a few moments, there was finally a sound in the field. Zhang Wen slowly turned his head, the expression on his face was indescribable, he opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything, angrily pushed away the crowd, and strode out without saying a word, until his figure disappeared at the door, and the crowd suddenly broke out into an uproar.

Chu Yun thought to himself, "Why do you have to be slapped in the face, one side of the face has been beaten, and you have to stretch out the other side of your face to make yourself slap it, what do you have to do with two red slap prints on your white and pure face?" “

The beginning of the word "Look far away from a high place, see the sky for thousands of miles, and the clouds leave no trace." "It is written about the cloudless Mid-Autumn Festival night moon. Originally, on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky was cloudless, which was common to people, and there was nothing unusual. But Chu Yun added the words "looking far from a height", which made the realm completely different. It is as if people are placed on a high place, with a high view, the field of vision is broad, and the sky seems more vast and boundless, endless, and fascinating.

Next, you have to "fly in, shine at the light, and soak it in the cold for a day." "From the clear sky to the bright moon. In ancient times, the moon was called the spirit, and the legend said that there was a laurel tree in the moon, so the moon was also called "guiluo". It means that the light of the moon flies from the sky, and the blue sky of autumn is immersed in coldness wherever it shines. These two sentences depict a moonlit night, giving people a cool feeling. This has aroused everyone's infinite fantasies in order to place their spiritual world.

The last "I want to ride the wind and go back, why use riding Pengyi!" In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off. Let them long to return with the wind, and in the clear Moon Palace, the transverse flute will be blown loudly in the sky, arousing their pursuit and yearning for a better realm. The pride is overflowing on the back of the paper, which makes people read it ethereal.

Suddenly, several people arched their hands to Chu Yun with complicated faces, and said: "Zhang Wen knows that his talent is not as good as that of his brother, and he has already taken the initiative to leave. Although the process was tortuous and tactful, but in the end, it was still victorious, and all the women of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club had expressions of adoration on their faces, and secretly looked at Chu Yun with beautiful eyes from time to time. The whole word is full of wild and uninhibited, free and elegant, and the aura is compelling.

"Wanqing girl... Wanqing girl", Chu Yun saw that Shu Wanqing had not moved for a long time, and stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

After Shu Wanqing came back to her senses in amazement, she glanced at Chu Yun again, hurriedly picked up the pen, and re-spread a piece of rice paper, her move naturally aroused everyone's curiosity. "What is Miss Shu doing?"

Shu Wanqing's eyes were full of admiration, and she said to Chu Yun shyly, "Can Young Master Chu write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem for the little girl, is it okay?" Shu Wanqing looked at Chu Yun expectantly, Chu Yun listened slightly, and then felt a burst of happiness in her heart, it seems that Shu Wanqing's eyes have now become her fans, hahaha. Chu Yun laughed out loud in his heart, feeling very, very refreshed.

Chu Yun smiled at Shu Wanqing and said, "Of course you can, Wanqing has a request, I will definitely be satisfied." Shu Wanqing was overjoyed when she heard Chu Yun say this, and the woman in the cherry blossom poetry club sighed, hey~~~ It's a pity that she doesn't have such good luck, everyone also understands Shu Wanqing's actions just now, and they are very much looking forward to what Mid-Autumn Festival poems Chu Yun can write.

Chu Yun spread out the rice paper in Shu Wanqing and wrote, looking at the moon and Huaiyuan. The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. Chu Yun was writing and reading, and for a while he let out a sigh of surprise, and all the women of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club showed joyful expressions on their faces, and secretly looked at Chu Yun with beautiful eyes from time to time.

Shu Wanqing was even happier, holding the Mochizuki Huaiyuan written by Chu Yun as if she had some kind of baby, and she was as excited as a child. Zeng Shiyun saw that Chu Yun wrote a poem for Shu Wanqing, but she didn't, looking at Shu Wanqing's happy appearance, she raised her mouth and muttered, "Hmph~~~ Big villain, stinky egg, I knew to write it for Sister Wanqing, so I didn't know to write it for me." Thinking of this Zeng Shiyun, I couldn't help but feel sour, and my eyes were a little red.

Chu Yun also noticed the change in Zeng Shiyun's expression, smiled and walked to her side, and said lightly, "What's wrong, are you jealous?" Zeng Shiyun's face flushed when Chu Yun asked, and she said angrily, "Hmph~~ No, who will eat your jealousy, big villain." Chu Yun smiled and said, "Why don't I write you one too?" "Hmph~~ Don't want it, who is rare." Zeng Shiyun regretted it after speaking, but there was no way, and the expression on her face became even more angry.

Chu Yun looked at her like this and deliberately teased her, "Oh~~ Don't, then forget it, I'm tired of writing." Zeng Shiyun raised her eyes and was pitiful, and she was about to cry. Chu Yun saw that he was almost amused, so he said softly, "Okay, okay, I'll write it to you." Zeng Shiyun was stunned, only to find out who was teasing Chu Yun, his face flushed, his head turned to the side of his face, and he muttered slightly, "I don't want poetry, I want words, okay?" ”

Chu Yun smiled slightly, this girl, Chu Yun took the pen and put a pen on the paper for a while, and soon the words were good again. Pipa Immortal: Mid-Autumn Festival. The blue sea is every year, try to ask who is the ice wheel for? Blowing a piece of autumn fragrance, the clear light is like snow. Looking at it in sorrow, a good day and a good night, I know that it will be sad. Only the shadow is now, that is a heavy pair, the bright moon in the old days.

In the flower path, play hide and seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye. Remember whether to light the small fan, and a few times hot and cold. only fell, filled with all feelings, always vast, not about parting. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night cold blows and cracks.

After Zeng Shiyun read it, a line of tears flowed unconsciously, he didn't care about his misunderstanding of him, he scolded him so many times, he also wrote such a beautiful poem for himself, Zeng Shiyun can't be angry with him anymore in his heart, and he blames himself for being too cautious in his heart, because he is too willful.

"If it weren't for Gongzi Chu today, I'm afraid it would be us who left just now." The president of the Falling Sakura Poetry Society, a woman named Zhao Rouyun, brought up a tray covered with a red cloth, bowed slightly and said: "This hundred taels of silver was originally given to today's leader, and I also ask the son to accept it, don't shirk." ”

"Thank you, Miss Zhao, you're welcome to do so." Chu Yun smiled and took the tray from Zhao Rouyun's hand, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

He really has nothing to excuse, this hundred taels of silver, was originally his ultimate goal of coming here, if there is no falling cherry blossom poetry club, he just throws out no matter how good the words can not get the silver, the same, if there is no him, the falling cherry blossom poetry club will not be able to have the last laugh, to obtain the qualification to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, everyone takes what they need, so no one has to be polite.

"I don't know if tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, will Gongzi Chu participate?" At this time, I saw Zhao Rouyun coming over and asked Chu Yundao with a smile. In Zhao Rouyun's opinion, with the talent he showed today, if he can participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, he will definitely shine, and it is not impossible to overshadow Yang Fangzhou and Shen Yu and win the reputation of the first talent in Sujiang Mansion.

I took over the task, and I had to win the next Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, Chu Yun saw Zhao Rouyun asking himself, was it really sleepy and had a pillow, and said, "Miss Zhao's invitation, I will naturally participate in the next Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting on behalf of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, so please rest assured, right?" ”

The people of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club were very happy to hear what Chu Yun said, and Zhao Rouyun smiled and said, "It's good that the son is willing, this is something that we can't ask for in the Falling Sakura Poetry Club." At this time, Chu Yun found that everyone in the Falling Cherry Poetry Club looked at him with admiration, his old face turned red, and he looked at everyone and said lightly, "I'm coming to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club tomorrow."

"Yu'er, take the silver, let's go home." Wrapped the silver in the red cloth, stuffed it into the hand of the little maid Yu'er, rubbed her head and said. In addition to the silver in her arms, the little maid also carried a few folded paper rafts in her arms, on which were written poems written by her uncle. The sister just now said that the words written by my uncle are what kind of sorrow and farewell, she is thinking about the person she likes, is she talking about the big boss? If the big boss knew, he would be very happy.