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"Second brother, isn't Miss Dusk going to participate in this final poetry appreciation?"

Yang Li and Cui Yufo are young, and they are also aunts. Lewen. Cui Yufo's mother is Yang Li's aunt. So from childhood to adulthood, this Yang Li has always been the only Jade Buddha who is looking forward. Cui Yufo likes the twilight girl, which is an open secret in this Chang'an son's circle. For the twilight girl, Cui Yufo has put a lot of effort into it. It doesn't matter if it's money or time. There is a lot of talk about the Cui family's sister-in-law who has lived in Chang'an for a long time and does not return to his hometown, and there is a big reason why there is a beautiful woman on his side.

But is that really the case?

"Yang Li, what I like is my own business, so I won't bother with you. Let's think about how to keep your family's food, I heard that this Shaoqing of Dali Temple is not very easy to provoke. “

Cui Yufo said unhurriedly.

"My family's granary in Chang'an has been sold out, so how can I say that it is not guaranteed. Moreover, there is a great drought in this pass, and food is in short supply. Our famous family should help the people in danger in the world and their own responsibility. How can you do those hoarding things? “

Yang Li said as he pulled the beauty in his arms into his arms. I picked a grape with my mouth, put it in the mouth of the beauty, and kissed the fragrance by the way. It looks ridiculous, but the people around you have become accustomed to it and are used to it. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

......

At the time of the chat, Wenbi officially began, which was different from the previous Wenhui. This meeting is relatively different from the previous exchanges, and this time it seems to be more focused on competition.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and song are the content of the competition.

A young scribe with wide robes and large sleeves strode forward. Stand still in front of the musician and bow down. Then I picked a long piano with a scorch mark on the tail nearby. As for the knee, calm down. Slightly, gently pluck the strings with your fingertips.

The sound of the piano sounded in vain under the hall, euphemistic but resolute, step by step, the sound of the piano was like a golden iron horse fighting in it, and the murderous aura contained in it rushed straight to the bullfight. It sounds like a panic, and I've never heard of a person playing a war drum on the Hengqin. Based on this alone, it is estimated that no one here should be able to match.

The killing aura in the sound of the piano was too heavy, which made the people around him faintly uncomfortable. Especially the simple-minded Xiaoman, who was still eating and drinking at the beginning, didn't take it seriously when he remembered the sound of the piano. But the more I listened, the more uncomfortable it became, and finally my little hands began to tremble involuntarily, and the chopsticks couldn't hold steadily.

Chen Bodhi noticed Xiaoman's abnormality and reached over to hold Xiaoman's hand. Or Chen Bodhi's comfort to my Xiaoman has an effect. Xiaoman gradually calmed down, but his face was still frightened.

This place should not stay for a long time, Xiaoman was confused by the killing spirit in the sound of the piano. Chen Bodhi planned to leave with Xiaoman.

Before he could take a step, the style of the young scribe in the field changed leisurely between the big sleeves of the big sleeves, leaving behind the big opening and closing just now, and the ambition was fierce, and then lingered. The sound of the piano became resentful, like a little woman who longed for her husband to not return for a long time.

The sudden change in style made everyone in the field lose their minds for a moment. The young scribe had already forgotten himself by this time, his hands alternating and the wind rising between his robes.

Everyone in the hall was deeply immersed in it, but only the old man woke up alone.

Even if he was passionate and heroic just now, the old man was still drowsy. There is quite a bit of Taishan collapsing in front of him and his face does not change his face, but when he hears the tactful style of the song, he is like crying. Ouyang Xun suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence of that moment did not look like an old man who was about to die. On the contrary, it is brighter than the average young person.

"Huh~~~!"

"Urn~~~~"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

When everyone in the hall came back to their senses, they found the imitation of the ancient "Jiaowei". It's already a broken string, and I can't make a sound anymore. The middle-aged scribe who played the harp had also stood up. It's just that the force was too strong just now, causing the cloak to spread now. Causing outsiders to be unable to see their expressions clearly.

The musician in charge of judging is probably not okay, and the audience is still immersed in sadness and can't extricate himself.

"This piano skill doesn't need to be compared, you win!"

Ouyang asked the old man to speak, and others had nothing to object. This young scribe Zhuyu was in front of him, and indeed no one dared to go up to offer ugliness. This is the end of the first game of this literary competition.

The young scribe covered his face with his hands, bowed, and then turned back. Gently raise the big sleeves and float away.

From being on stage to being a blockbuster, to drifting away. The whole process is not left with a word, which is really confusing.

After the man left, the people around him began to question each other again. Ask who this is, or whose nephew or nephew. However, after asking around, everyone found that there were dozens of men and women in this hall, since none of them knew the person who played the piano just now. No one found out when he came in or where he was sitting. If you think about it carefully, it seems that you can't remember what this person looks like. It's like it's never been there, and it's scary to think about it!

Fan Jin's mouth has been a little uncomfortable until now, and he said that the dragon and crouching tiger in the land of Middle-earth are eye-opening today. Cui Yufo was the first person in the private room to wake up.

As the young scribe was leaving, he called his personal servant over and whispered to him.

Chen Bodhi was also shocked into a cold sweat, not in a daze, but frightened, he had such an experience once before.

The young scribe's song is really amazing, which makes the next chess, calligraphy and painting competition extremely weak.

It's not that there is nothing good to write, and it's not that there is no good drawing. It's just that this is well written, and the people below took their own calligraphy to show the old man Ouyang, and the old man Ouyang said okay, these more than a dozen copybooks. Didn't say a bad one. But there's no way to say what's so good about it. But some people want to ask, what is good about this old man. But after thinking about it, no one dared to set this precedent. Not to mention this painting, Yan Liben is not as easy to talk as an old man. Nor will it make and dilute the means of mud. Good is good, bad is bad. After examining more than 20 paintings, only one Guozi Prison Supervisor named Du Jiuzhang got a "fair" comment. The rest are described in two words. That is

"Annihilation!"

"This old man really doesn't give any face."

Cui Yufo put his hand behind his back and said meaningfully.

"yes, that's not the case in previous years. At least a third of the people here are customers of the seven families. is waiting to be famous all over the world today, and it will be good to be among the court in the future. But being so stirred up by this old man, this year's arrangement is probably half the effort. You said that you would ask this old man to be the judge, and the old man agreed without refusing. It's not like his style at all. At that time, I guessed that this would be the outcome. ”

Yang Li pushed away Meiji in his arms and stood with Cui Yufo, talking, squinting his eyes and looking down.