Xu Muchuan quietly glanced at the poem he had written, and then slowly put the ink pen on the pen holder.

Xu Muchuan gently blew on the white paper with a little ink beads, and when the pen and ink on the white paper dried quickly, Xu Muchuan rolled it up under the gaze of everyone.

"I wonder what this person wrote?" Some young junjie glanced at the white paper in Xu Muchuan's hand with a slight puzzlement.

"Humph! is so frivolous, I don't take the three beauties to heart. Some arrogant young men said softly and sneeringly.

Xu Muchuan didn't affect his mood in the slightest because of other people's remarks, he looked at Wen Ruofei who was standing on the side and showed a smile.

After a group of young heroes just whispered about it, they each concentrated on thinking about it, how could they come up with an answer that made the three stunning beauties look at each other differently.

After a while, Mengsu came here with light steps.

"Miss Mengsu, what does Miss Shi say?" Seeing Mengsu's shadow coming, one of the scholar-like sons immediately asked with hope and excitement.

"Miss Mengsu, can the painting made by Xiaosheng enter the eyes of the painting girl?" Immediately afterwards, the boy who had just handed Meng Su a picture scroll also said nervously.

There was always a hint of a smile on Mengsu's pretty face, and she bowed to the two young junjie who stepped forward to ask: "The two sons, Sister Shi and Sister Hua are a little disappointed, and I hope the two sons will come tomorrow!" ”

"This ......... Alas! The excited and anticipatory mood of these two young heroes fell into the abyss in an instant, and both of them bowed their heads in frustration and sighed softly.

"There is Miss Lao Mengsu, Xiaosheng will come back tomorrow!" The two of them arched their hands towards Meng Su and said politely, and then both of them walked slowly towards the door with a sense of loss.

Mengsu stared at the backs of the two leaving, and a helplessness flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes. Every day she had to watch many young and handsome men step into this room with affection, but leave with a disgraced face.

In fact, Mengsu was really helpless in his heart, after all, the vision of the three beauties was too high. Ordinary works are simply difficult to get into their eyes.

After seeing the figures of these two young handsome men leaving, the only dozen or so people in the room were all stunned, and they could imagine that they might be waiting for this kind of loss.

For a while, a thick depressing atmosphere rose in the room, which lasted for a long time.

"But who else has the answer in his heart?" Mengsu's watery eyes looked at everyone, and the crisp words like yellow orioles echoed in the room.

Xu Muchuan came over from the side at this time and handed the paper scroll in his hand to Mengsu: "Girl, I'm sorry for you to hand it over to the poet." ”

"Okay, Xu Gongzi wait a minute." Mengsu was slightly stunned, she didn't expect Xu Muchuan to write her answer so quickly, which was indeed a bit beyond Mengsu's expectations.

Mengsu was only slightly stunned, and then took the paper roll handed to her by Xu Muchuan with a pear blossom on her face.

"Do any other sons have answers?" Immediately after, Meng Su glanced at everyone again and said.

However, there were only a few soft sighs from the crowd and there was no response.

Therefore, Meng Su took the paper scroll handed by Xu Muchuan and turned around and left here with his willow waist.

Some young junjie couldn't help but glance at Xu Muchuan, and they wondered in their hearts: He had just come in not long ago, and he already had an answer?

Xu Muchuan ignored the gazes of others looking at him, just sat quietly on the side and drank a cup of fragrant tea.

The breeze blew from the window and blew on the placket of the people's clothes.

Xu Muchuan's hair was blown down by the breeze, and the green silk covered Xu Muchuan's sight. Xu Muchuan gently picked up the falling green silk, and muttered to himself: "It's really a bit troublesome to have long hair, and you can't cut it off casually in this era." ”

After a quarter of an hour passed, Mengsu still walked in from the door with a peach blossom face.

Xu Muchuan glanced at Mengsu with both eyes, but he didn't feel excited. For Xu Muchuan, it doesn't matter if he can let the three beauties take it to heart, as long as he can see the manager of Xuemei Building indirectly.

Meng Su walked straight towards Xu Muchuan, and then said softly with Xianglan: "Xu Gongzi, Sister Shi said that she also asked Gongzi to write a poem." ”

"Oh?" Xu Muchuan raised his eyebrows, then looked at Mengsu and grinned: "Okay, Mengsu wait a minute." ”

The other dozen or so young men were all stunned, but they rarely heard of a beautiful woman who could ask the son who came here to compose an extra poem.

Could it be that the poet girl's move was interested in the poems that this person had just delivered? More than a dozen young heroes all had this doubt, and some of them had envy in their eyes.

Mengsu stood aside like a lotus flower, quietly waiting for Xu Muchuan.

Xu Muchuan took a step towards the place of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and every step fell, Xu Muchuan was thinking about what poems to write in his heart, so that the poets and beauties in the Accord could be invited to meet.

After a while, Xu Muchuan stood in front of the pen and ink.

Xu Muchuan stretched out his right hand to hold an ink pen, and spread out a piece of white paper as white as jade with his left hand.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

"From now on, I have no intention of loving the night, let him go down to the west building under the bright moon."

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud."

"Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang."

"The shadow is sparse, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon."

One stroke fell, just like a dragon swimming wantonly in the water, and rows of poems soon appeared on the entire blank paper.

Meng Su squinted slightly with a pair of beautiful eyes staring at Xu Muchuan's white paper, she was very curious about what Xu Muchuan could write.

Compared with Mengsu, the hearts of the other dozen or so young heroes are not at peace. Because of the meaning that the poetry girl asked Xu Muchuan to write a poem, it was obvious that she had some interest in Xu Muchuan.

If the poem written by Xu Muchuan can be a little more novel, maybe the poet girl will be invited to the cabinet to talk about it. Therefore, everyone looked at Xu Muchuan with bated thoughts, and all kinds of complex emotions were mixed in their eyes.

With a "click", Xu Muchuan put the ink pen in his right hand back on the pen holder.

Xu Muchuan glanced at the poems he wrote with a flat expression, and muttered with great affirmation in his heart: "If these ancient poems can't be invited by a little girl, then it's really a joke." ”

When the pen and ink were dry, Xu Muchuan handed the paper scroll carrying the poem to Mengsu, and said politely: "There is Miss Lao." ”

"Childe is polite." Mengsu's red lips grinned slightly, as beautiful as June flowers.

Originally, when some young junjie wanted to see clearly what the poems made on Xu Muchuan's white paper were, Xu Muchuan had already closed the paper scroll and handed it to Mengsu, which made the young junjie have very strong doubts.

"I hope Sister Shi can like it!"

Meng Su chuckled at Xu Muchuan, and then walked towards the door with the paper roll.