If you see anything from this elegant Gu prince, Gao Feng thinks that it is melancholy, entangled by a faint melancholy, although the outside world is thunderous, he does not enter his heart.

What is he melancholy about? One thing? Or is it a person? There are actually things that can't be done in the big ya?

"Poof"

"Poof"

Gao Feng was awakened by the movement at the scene, and turned his head to look, but it was the third sentence in the second ya: "Nine shadows, ten shadows, and eleven shadows." ”

The scene finally detonated. Except for the frosty Gu Zheng, no one is not laughing, the faces of the ancients who have not bloomed all the year round, today they finally enjoyed themselves, and they decided to laugh out of the smile of the year.

That's not all, some geniuses also laughed tricks: some leaned forward and closed, some had tears on their faces, and some laughed and covered their stomachs and shouted pain......

Even Gao Feng laughed. The kid is too pretentious, he has to laugh to death to achieve his goal, he is fortunate not to be born in the next life, if he is in the next life, he will be a good hand at acting in sketches, making some big names lose their jobs.

Everyone laughed, but Gu Cheng had a sad face, he looked at the sky helplessly, and sighed. It turned out that he couldn't count the shadows anymore, and a cloud came from the sky to hide the moon, and the shadows were gone.

Gu Cheng was embarrassed, his appearance was more funny than counting shadows, but this kind of laughter turned into a malicious laugh: why don't you count? Keep counting! How can you count without a shadow?

"The moon is invisible when it comes into the clouds." Gu Cheng stared at the sky blankly, shook his head helplessly, and then said this sentence angrily.

"Haha." Everyone laughed wildly, it turns out that you know you can't count!

"Wonderful, good poetry!"

An exclamation came and stopped the laughter.

What's the situation? What good poetry? How can there be poetry? Everyone was puzzled and looked at the source of the sound.

That person turned out to be Gu An, and he was giving a salute to Gu Cheng.

Sycophants. This is a phrase that haunts everyone's mind, and of course, no one dares to say it.

"Gu An, what's going on? What good poetry? Everyone didn't dare to ask, but Gu Zheng had to ask, this was an oolong made by his own family, and naturally it was up to his family to resolve it, at least to give everyone an explanation.

The most important thing is that Gu Zheng also wants to find out what is going on, and he is still in the dark.

Compared to the previous laughter, there was silence at this time. Everyone wanted to know what the reason was, and they all looked at Gu An.

After all, people who have experienced a big scene, these glances can't make Gu An blush at all.

"My lord, you see, the second son is like this: one shadow, two shadows, three or four shadows, five shadows, six shadows, seven or eight shadows, nine shadows, ten shadows, eleven shadows, and the moon and clouds are invisible. This poem is both relevant and realistic, and it should be a wonderful poem. Gu An explained unhurriedly.

Oh, I see! This is really a wonderful poem, and it is a good poem for the occasion, and everyone suddenly realized.

Even if he was mocked in every way before, everyone knew that he was being played by the second son. A few shadows of people can become poems, and what else is not convinced.

There may be some people who have doubts that he is just a blind cat that has run into a dead mouse, and happened to catch up, if it were not for the cloud that happened to come, it is estimated that the shadows would have to be counted to the end.

It's just that people who think this way don't convince themselves. Luck is also a kind of strength, if you don't believe you have the ability, try it, it is estimated that you will not be able to sing this kind of poem if you have eight clouds.

No matter how many questions there are, whether it is luck or strength, the poem is sung anyway, not to mention that this person is sung by the second ya, who usually doesn't make a move, and there is nothing else left for everyone except to tout.

For a while, the words of praise were endless, and even Gao Feng was sick to his stomach.

Gu Cheng is different, he listens to it with relish, like a little woman who loves vanity, regards the boasting of a group of big men as proud capital, and even looks at Gu Zheng, intending to gain something.

The son was angry, and Gu Zheng naturally did not hesitate to smile, but as Lao Tzu should be steady, he still said: "The poem is chanted, but it is wonderful, but it can't be talked about, so it can barely be regarded as passing." ”

Barely passing, you think it's a game? It's got by me with my brain, you have to praise it, don't talk about Eryanei, even if I hear praise, I will be comfortable. Watching Gu Cheng go down the field stupidly, even Gao Feng has an opinion.

This poem is indeed plagiarized by Gao Feng from "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo", but the number of petals in the plot is the poem: one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, flying into the grass and not seeing. Gao Feng is just changing the vest to let Gu Cheng count the shadows, and the result is the same as the fun.

The matter in the second yaya is over, and tonight's moon viewing banquet should be over. Seeing that no one was on the field again, Gao Feng thought to himself, he was even ready to withdraw at any time.

However, the end of the day was not as expected, just when everyone was in high spirits and was about to end the party, a maid came out of the women's pavilion, she came straight to Gu An's side, whispered a few words, and after getting Gu An's nod of approval, she went back.

Everyone doesn't know what Yahuan said, but no one cares, it's right for someone else's Yahuan to pass on two private words, why bother with this heart, even Gao Feng thinks so.

It's just that this is not the case, seeing that there is no one on the field, Gu An directly shouted loudly: "The treasure in the pavilion wants to ask Gao Gongzi to present a song, I don't know if I can achieve my heart?" ”

What the? Which one is this? Not only is Gao Feng's brain insufficient, but even everyone at the scene is inexplicable. There is still such a roll call, which is really unreasonable.

The most surprising thing is the four-color son, their faces are sad and excited, and they have a situation that is incompatible with the peak, and they actually let him steal the limelight again.

However, Gu An's words still reminded everyone that there is a great talent hidden here, and he has not performed any skills, how can the moon viewing meeting end easily?

Gao Feng didn't know that because of his strange theories, everyone had classified him as a genius, and he knew that he should be so angry.

Everyone reacted, coupled with Gu An's presumptuous roll call, naturally some people are not afraid of making a big scene, I don't know who took the lead in a shout, many voices sounded, shouting in unison Gao Feng to a song, this warm atmosphere made Gao Feng have a feeling of acting as a third-rate star in later generations.

Alas! People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, who makes me so good?

Hey! The ladies have a little idea, and I reluctantly accept it, but what are you stinky men talking about? made Lao Tzu look like a bridegroom. But which one of these treasures had a bad idea? Doesn't that make it difficult for me? Gao Feng had a headache.

As for which treasure it is, Gao Feng really doesn't have a clue. Except for knowing that one of the treasures was Gu Cheng's sister named Gu Zhixin, he didn't know anything about the rest, and it was impossible to find out who was behind it.

Gao Feng wondered who the bad guy was while his brain was spinning quickly, and he had to find a way to deal with the situation.

If you don't go to chant a song, it will definitely not work, looking at the atmosphere of the hot column, if you don't meet everyone's wishes, there is a danger of being blocked, and it is undoubtedly not a good choice for the peak who still has to mix in the county.

It's just that I can't groan! I can memorize a few songs......

Hey, by the way, there are so many poems of the ancients Yongyue, it is better to memorize a poem.

Which one do you memorize? Su Dacaizi's "Water Tune Song Head" is the most suitable, but it is outdated, it seems that he can only be sorry for his idol to treat him, I hope he will not scold himself in the future.

Thinking of this, Gao Feng walked to the midfield, and after saluting everyone, he chanted loudly: "Hurry up to the West Building, I'm afraid that the sky will release and the clouds will cover the moon." But the summoning, jade fiber horizontal flute, a blow cracked. Whoever does curling floats in the world, the most pitiful jade axe repair season. Ask Chang'e, if you are lonely and cold, you should be Huafa.

The jade liquid is full, and the cup is slippery. Long sleeves up, clear singing. Sigh ten or nine, want to grind and lack. If you have a long round night, people may not see goodbye. Turn the past and away from hatred into joy, and say when you return. ”

Gao Feng walked leisurely, speaking slowly, and his sound was like a trickle into everyone's hearts, and everyone couldn't help but be stupid when they heard it.

PS: The second more is sent, and I don't owe more today.