"Drop, congratulations to the host for completing the task, rewarding the host with 300 experience points, and increasing intelligence by 1 point, I hope the host will continue to work hard." Chu Yun suddenly felt that his brain was clearer, Chu Yun was very happy in his heart, and he was a little smarter again. Chu Yun smiled happily, Zeng Shiyun saw Chu Yun smiling so obscenely, and glanced at Chu Yun with contempt, what bad things was this big villain thinking about, hum~~~, Yu'er said on the side, "Uncle, you are drooling", how can you be embarrassed in front of so many beauties, it wasn't me just now, no.

"Speaking of which, the talented women of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club should not be underestimated, I wonder if they have any lyrics that they can do tonight?" This is naturally there, Miss Shu's song Yongyue is still above me in terms of level, but compared with Brother Zhang Wen, it is still inferior. "Somewhere on the first floor, several talented people raised their glasses and drank each other, judging the brilliant works above today's poetry meeting.

"After all, it's just a woman, so to speak, today's winner is none other than the Hanzhu Poetry Society, Brother Zhang Wen relies on this word, I am afraid that he will not be unknown at tomorrow's poetry meeting." A man in Tsing Yi sighed and said, and took a paper raft from the hand of a passing boy, wanting to see which poetry club had a new work.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you, hey, Brother Zhang?" The scholar looked at the young man on the opposite side who suddenly fell into a trance, and after calling twice, the other party still did not come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but be puzzled. After seeing the poor moon on the paper raft, where to go? It's another world, I only saw it over there, and the light and shadow were in the east?。。。。。。 If the road is all unharmed, how can the clouds gradually become like hooks? , I stayed on the spot for a while, and I didn't know if the paper raft in my hand fell.

There was still a look of shock on the scholar's face, and the young man next to him picked up the paper raft on the ground and looked at it, "Everyone, slow down!" This voice made the people around him puzzled, and several people looked at him with puzzled eyes, and the young man handed over the paper raft, and after those people took it, they turned their heads to look, and after just a few breaths, their faces changed.

"How does this poem compare to what that piece of paper does?" Zeng Shiyun was very surprised by Chu Yun in her heart, her poetry was not as good as that of her sisters, and she was very curious, so she couldn't wait to ask. When the older woman heard this, the expression on her face became solemn, and she said, "How can the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon?" Zhang Wen, how can he be virtuous, can he compare with this heirloom word? ”

"Biography, word of the world~!" Zeng Shiyun's lips opened slightly, and in her mind, there seemed to be a lightning bolt in her mind. That unreasonable villain, is the poetry so high?

When the shock in their hearts subsided slightly, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Chu Yun. Being stared at by so many pretty women for a while, Chu Yun was really a little weak-hearted, coughed lightly, and the pretty women's faces turned slightly red, only to realize that as a woman, staring at a man like this is a very unreasonable move. hurriedly returned to his position, copied the poem on a few paper rafts, and passed it among the crowd.

Not far from Chu Yun's side, Zeng Shiyun was sitting there, not knowing whether to be happy or angry in her heart at this time. Of course, I am happy that I am expected to win today's competition, and participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting tomorrow night, and I am angry that God is not long-sighted, but he gives such a good talent to that unreasonable guy. As for the little maid Yu'er standing beside Chu Yun, although her head was still dizzy, she was very happy in her heart, looking at Chu Yun, her little face was red, and her eyes were full of worship.

It seems that it is a poem made by my uncle, which scared these sisters, and last month on the Chinese Valentine's Day, my uncle also wrote a poem on the prayer lantern of the big boss, called。。。。。 What is it called?

Zhang Wen took the paper raft handed over, looked at the paper raft seriously, and after a while, a little surprise appeared on Zhang Wen's face, but then it became gloomy. "This 。。。。。 Who wrote this poem? He turned his head to look at the man surnamed Xu, and he could no longer see the slightest expression of joy on his face.

"Look at the handwriting is a hairpin flower Xiaokai, juanxiu is smart, it must be written by a talented girl in the cherry blossom poetry club, this poem, I'm afraid they made it." The young man surnamed Xu pointed to the handwriting on the paper raft and said. The young man surnamed Xu stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Wen's shoulder, sighed and said, "Brother Zhang, there is no time left for you... ”。

Zhang Wen knew what he meant, if they couldn't make poems beyond the level of this poem in a short period of time, they would definitely lose today's competition, and they would also lose their qualifications to participate in the Poetry of Tomorrow. But the words of the young man surnamed Xu still made him feel the urge to scold his mother. What does it mean that there is not much time left for himself, even if he is given another day, a month, a year, or even a lifetime, he may not be able to make such words.

At this time, the location of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club is already crowded at the moment. Not long after the word came out, people came towards this side one after another, with complicated expressions and faint admiration. There are so many talented people here, and they can't compare to a few women, which can't help but make their faces gloomy, but that word 。。。。。 It's really well written! It's really otherworldly, otherworldly.

At this time, Zhang Wen's name has long been mentioned, and the excellent Mid-Autumn Festival poem he composed just now has long been forgotten by everyone. "The girl's talent is so prosperous, it makes me die of shame." "After today, the title of the first talented woman in Sujiang Mansion is afraid that it will fall on Miss Shu." "It's not just the first talented girl, if this poem is placed in tomorrow's poetry meeting, Yang Fangzhou and Shen Yu will also bow down, I am fortunate to be able to witness such a hand-me-down word today, and I have no regrets."

All the words of praise that the women of the Falling Cherry Poetry congregation heard in their ears far exceeded Zhang Wen's posture just now, and even one was in the sky and the other was underground. All because the level of this song "Magnolia Slow, Poor Tonight and the Moon" is really high to the sky, which is rare in ancient times.

Several talented women of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club were surrounded by everyone, their pretty faces were full of excitement, and Shu Wanqing naturally surrounded a lot of people, listening to their boasting, her pretty face was slightly embarrassed, and she glanced at Chu Yun with a little weakness, seeing him looking at herself with a smile, the flush on her face became even stronger, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and a little beautiful, very contradictory.

"That poem, obviously written by my uncle, hum~~~." The little maid Yu'er pouted on the side, whispering, and was angry for her aunt in her heart. When Zhang Wen and the young man surnamed Xu walked here, they were blocked outside the crowd and couldn't squeeze in. "Everybody, let 。。。。。" "Don't squeeze, who stepped on my feet。。。。。 "Well, who pinched my thighs. "Motherfucker, which shameless rat touched my ass!"

The two of them finally squeezed in, which immediately attracted everyone's dissatisfaction, and when they turned around and saw that the person who came was actually Zhang Wen, their expressions became strange and made way for him. Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Wen walked to the pretty women of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, first bowed his hand, and said: "This poem "Magnolia Flower Slow, Poor Tonight and the Moon" is actually the pinnacle of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry. ”

Among the few pretty women in the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, the pretty face of the younger girl changed slightly, although it quickly returned to normal, but it was still captured by Zhang Wen. The corners of his mouth hooked a trace of arc, and sure enough, there was really something else in it! "Is it Miss Shu?" Zhang Wen looked at Shu Wanqing with a smile and said. "It's not." Shu Wanqing shook her head.

Even if she wanted to win today's competition, she couldn't tell that kind of untruth. "Could it be Miss Shiyun?" Su Wentian turned his head to look at Zeng Shiyun and asked. "I don't have that kind of style." Zeng Shiyun shook her head and said. "Is that 。。。。。?"

"Don't ask, this poem was written by this Chu Gongzi." It could be seen that Zhang Wen deliberately wanted to make them ugly, and before he finished speaking, Shu Wanqing pointed to Chu Yun beside him and said, Chu Yun glanced at Shu Wanqing a little helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "This Miss Shu is really sincere."

As soon as Shu Wanqing's voice fell, there was an uproar around her. "What!" "Oh my God!" "!" "Isn't this poem written by Miss Shu?" "That scholar can make such a masterpiece!" "In this case, can't this poem be counted as the Falling Cherry Poetry Club?" "Hey~~ It's a pity, it's a pity, if it weren't for that, this poem would be placed in the Poetry Club of Tomorrow, and it would definitely be written against all talents!" It was said that there were all over it, and the twitter was chaotic.

Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Zhang Wen's face had a bright smile on his face at this time, and he looked at Shu Wanqing and said, "If Zhang is not mistaken, this competition, except for a few poetry clubs, it seems that outsiders can't participate, right?" ”

Several pretty women in the Falling Cherry Poetry Club heard that their pretty faces changed slightly, today's competition, there is indeed this rule, but in fact, each poetry club, will invite some familiar talents, if they can also make good poems, it can be regarded as their own poetry club, this is a tacit thing for everyone, but the rules are the rules, if you take it seriously, the poems made by outsiders naturally cannot be counted. Thinking of this, their hearts sank.

"What if this son is not an outsider?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side. The president of the Falling Cherry Poetry Society, that is, the older woman, walked over, looked at Zhang Wen and said lightly: "What if this son is not an outsider?" ”

"Miss Zhao, what do you mean by this?" Zhang Wen frowned and looked at her and asked.

"It's not a secret, this son has already joined the Falling Sakura Poetry Club, and his poems can naturally represent us." Zhao Rouyun glanced around at everyone and said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, including Shu Wanqing and Zeng Shiyun, several pretty women in the Falling Cherry Poetry Club were stunned. "When did this son join the Falling Sakura Poetry Club?"

Chu Yun himself was also stunned for a moment, when did he join the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, why didn't he know? It's weird. At this time, the system sounded in Chu Yun's mind, "Drip!" The system releases the task, joins the Falling Cherry Blossom Poetry Club, participates in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, and rewards 500 experience points for successful tasks, and adds 1 point to intelligence for a lottery opportunity. So Chu Yun was forcibly joined by the system.

At this moment, Chu Yun also saw that the woman winked at herself very covertly, Okay, cooperate with you to perform once, and complete the system task casually, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Well, from now on, I'm already a member of the Falling Sakura Poetry Club, in fact, there's nothing wrong with it, after all, there are so many pretty cuties, yes, hahahaha, very good. At the same time, there was another uproar among the surrounding crowd.

"How is this possible!" "Nima! I'm so envious, if I 。。。。。 "Damn! This little white face, ah... "He's a man!"

"The Falling Sakura Poetry Club has always been only for women, when has a man ever joined?" "What a lucky man!" "This kid is not shallow!"

Obviously, what Zhao Yunrou said just now had a big impact on them, the Falling Sakura Poetry Club is composed of several talented women from Sujiang Mansion, but it has never absorbed any men, where did this guy come from? OMG! That's awesome!

"The Falling Cherry Poetry Club has always been only for women, this is a well-known thing, so Miss Zhao doesn't have to laugh." Zhang Wen still had a faint smile on his face, Zhao Rouyun's words were obviously just a measure of rights and interests, but he used the wrong method and couldn't withstand debunking at all.

"Oh? Is it? When Zhao Rouyun heard this, she looked at everyone with a smile and said slowly: "When did we say that only women are allowed to join the Falling Cherry Poetry Club?" The smile on Zhang Wen's face suddenly froze, and his face became more and more difficult to look at. The noise around me gradually became quieter.

A look of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces, revealing a thoughtful look. Soon, they realized that from the beginning to the end, it seemed as if they had never said such a thing!