The appearance of twilight smoke made everyone in the room opposite Xiaoxiang Pavilion beautiful, and the young ladies of the family became overshadowed. Especially standing with Cui Yufo, the remaining words are afraid that only men and women are good-looking, golden boys and jade girls, and they complement each other.

This made these beauties who came to worship "idols" feel instantly depressed. But fortunately, the two are just standing together, and there is no substantial intimacy between the two. Otherwise, these seemingly quiet women are afraid that they will set this house on fire.

Not to mention, these ladies are all very good. There are fresh and graceful, and there are also many who are generous.

Three in a bunch, two in a gang. A small circle was formed.

A beautiful woman with a scarf wrapped around her wrist asks about Twilight's identity next to the little woman next to her whispering portrait. She just came to Chang'an, and there are many things she doesn't know very well.

"Oiran? said it so elegantly, isn't it just a girl in a green building? Why is this Cui Gongzi so ignorant? It's ridiculous to be entangled with a Qinglou woman! ”

The beautiful woman looked disdainful, saying that this woman was good-looking. The facial features are also decent, but it's not easy to say if you take it apart alone. The face is smooth but fleshless, the cheeks are slightly inverted, the chin is thin, and the cheekbones are prominent.

This is a standard vitriolic physiognomy in physiognomy.

If Jin Se or the little guy were present, they would be instantly recognizable. It is Li Xianger, the "son-in-law" of the assassin historian in this state.

“..”

A gong sounding on behalf of silence. The bustling hall gradually became quiet, and everyone stared at the old servant on the stage.

The old servant did not speak, until everyone had quieted down. He slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand and fixed it to the display shelf in the stairwell.

There are only two words on the two-foot square rice paper.

Random?

Ouyang Xun is a famous calligrapher, and his writing is good and white.

I used to occasionally write some for some friends and family, but this is the twilight of life. After the calligraphy was completed, he didn't write much anymore. Not only do I not write for others, but I don't write much myself. Li Shimin occasionally wanted to ask for some calligraphy, and he had to send Huangmen up to ask the old gentleman if he was willing.

Therefore, the words hanging in the stairwell are particularly precious.

It's just that this topic is too arbitrary, right? Anyway, this is also an unofficial literary exam, and all of you here are young talents from my Tang Dynasty. Seeing that you are highly respected, I asked you to be a "commander". But this question is so abrupt that you always take tomatoes instead of fruit (if there are tomatoes).

Shouldn't people come up with questions about flowers and plants, birds and animals, and the four seasons of the year? If you can come up with a topic like poetry, everyone will read you.

What does this mean by randomness?

Does this kind of topic mean for everyone to write casually?

"I didn't think this old man was so interesting?"

Chen Bodhi and Xiaoman had no intention of eating, and both of them poked their necks and looked at these bewildered scholars.

The expressions are like constipation, and they are full of sorrow, not to mention more cola.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, it's about Chen Bodhi's mood at this moment, but it's also, whose son is not dead. A person who looks like a dog, just now he and Xiaoman ate and drank here, but they were despised. Now I'm dumbfounded, if the words don't make sense, or if it's off topic, it will look good. Judging from the ethics of the old man just now, I am afraid that he will not give any face.

"Mr. Ouyang's word is really rare in the world, although this topic is a little difficult to solve. However, the word casual is not "arbitrary" at all. Flying white crown, steep in the ancients, like a dragon and snake fighting elephant, clouds and mist light pet momentum, wind and thunder, manipulation like a god. “

Twilight's expression was yearning.

"Want it? After a while, I went to beg the old man to see if he could cut his love for me. ”

Cui Yufo pursed his lips and asked with a smile.

"The old man's words are written for men in this world, and I am a dusty woman, so I dare not touch it. Don't fall into the reputation of the old man. “

Cui Yufo no longer said that he must send it. He knows Twilight's character very well, although she is a woman, but she has a lot of ideas. Decisions made are generally not changed for the sake of anyone.

Not on your own!

After all the pine smoke ink in Twilight's hand melted into the water, Cui Yufo also cleared the wine. It's not often that red sleeves add incense to such treatment, Cui Yufo knows what this twilight smoke is asking for, but he doesn't mind. I'm also happy to do such a thing.,In his opinion,Conquering a beauty like Twilight in the field that he is good at is the most fulfilling thing.。

After experiencing painful choices, the scholars in the field began to write slowly. I just don't know if what is written is really what they have in their heads. This is the same as people who can't draw, no matter what they make, the first stroke is mostly a circle. I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep this face, this is what most people think in their hearts.

After the time of a pillar of incense, people began to "hand in the papers" one after another. This is actually the same as the "proposition essay", if you have the best ideas, you can also leave a good impression on the examiner. But if you're the kind of who "sharpens a sword in ten years". I'm sorry, you can play slowly, there is no time to wait for you. After about half of the time of the pillar of incense, the old servant stopped accepting the poems. Then holding a large stack of rice paper in his hand, he walked over and showed it to the old man.

The old man is really the same as just now, and he has the word "good" when he opens his mouth. I've read more than a dozen of them, and I don't comment on them, and I don't say who wrote them well. Just say the word "good" and toss the rice paper aside. This makes these talents who usually boast of being full of talent turn red, and they are really burning.

"Okay."

Old Man Ouyang Xun stayed on the paper for a moment, smiled, said hello, and then put the rice paper in his hand on the table.

See, that's good!

The treatment is obviously different!

Immediately afterward, intermittently, a few more pieces of paper were fortunate enough to receive such treatment.

The mood of the scholars was apprehensive, because no one knew whether their "masterpiece" had entered the eyes of this old man. No one knows whether their "exam papers" were thrown out casually or placed on this table by high esteem.

Eventually, the situation changed again.

The old man took the rice paper in his hand, nodded carefully and looked up. I kept reciting the words in my mouth, and I read the poem several times before I said it heavily

"Good!"

The same word "good", the tone changes three times, which is three results.

People are old spirits, ghosts are old spirits, the ancients can't support me!