"It's all right, let them see the poetry of my drunkard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Xu Ning looked at Wang Wuji, whose face was flushed and ashamed, and patted Wang Wuji's shoulder.

The lanterns hung on the attic and shone on Xu Ning's face, Xu Ning's confident and resolute face made everyone look stunned, and many people were looking at Xu Ning, thinking that this unattractive person was really hiding clumsy?

Sun Shangxiang and other beauties also looked at Xu Ning without blinking.

"Fengxiao, sharpen the ink for me."

The maid quickly brought Xu Ning paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and then stood aside and waited with her eyes pouted.

Xu Ning interrupted Guo Jia's drinking, it was impossible to let Wang Wuji grind ink for himself! This is too much of a loss of face for him. Xu Ning then asked Guo Jia to polish ink for himself.

Guo Jia also smiled and nodded silently, slowly grinding the ink with his hands, his eyes kept glancing at Xu Ning, who was lowering his eyebrows, and muttered in his heart: "Does the rumored immortal general still understand poetry?" ”

In Xu Ning's heart, he was thinking about how to capture the poems of later generations, and which poems to write to fit the current artistic conception.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Weiyun, who was standing on the side, raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Don't pretend if you don't understand poetry, there's nothing to be ashamed of, don't waste the precious time of so many of us." ”

Xu Ning ignored Zhao Weiyun, who barked like a dog, and more than a dozen breaths passed.

Pregnant!

"The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. Looking at the beautiful people's hearts from afar, the attic boat is sparkling. ”

Xu Ning has been here for some time at the end of the Han Dynasty, and he is already very clear about the characteristics of the writing of this era.

So Xu Ning immediately dipped the pen in ink, and immediately waved the pen, and the four lines of poetry were instantly presented on the white paper.

This poem is a famous poem in the later Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi's "Wangdongting", but the last two sentences have been slightly changed by Xu Ning, so as to conform to the current scene in the lake.

"Hand it to Miss Li Yunxuan!"

Xu Ning exhaled softly, letting the ink stained on the white paper dry faster, and then asked the maids waiting on the side to present it in a wooden box and comment on those talented women.

As for Wang Wuji and Guo Jia who were on Xu Ning's side, they also saw the poems written by Xu Ning very clearly, Guo Jia squinted at Xu Ning's side face and didn't know what to think.

Wang Wuji muttered to himself with empty eyes: "The lake and autumn moon are in harmony, and the surface of the lake has no wind mirrors and has not been polished." Looking at the beautiful people's hearts from afar, the attic boat is sparkling. ”

"A masterpiece indeed." Wang Wuji muttered to himself for a while, and then he no longer had any contempt for Xu Ning, and sighed in his heart: "This is the genius who really disdains fame and fortune." ”

Wang Wuji thought that Xu Ning and Guo Jia had been drinking and enjoying the lake, and did not participate in this poetry and chanting, and at first thought that Xu Ning and Guo Jia were just two drunkards.

Now it seems that Wang Wuji deeply believes that Xu Ning and Guo Jia are both talented but not quiet people, and they deserve his respect. Thinking of this, Wang Wuji's chest lifted slightly, and after glancing at Xu Ning and Guo Jia, he took a deep breath.

Zhao Weiyun, who was standing on the side, disdained Xu Ning's poetry, so he didn't see what Xu Ning wrote at all.

"I don't know what to say about a poem that should be sent to Miss Li!"

Zhao Weiyun looked at the back of the maid who was leaving with the poems, and urged in his heart that this Xu Ning was definitely going to be embarrassed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker.

"Da Da Da ......"

The maid slowly stepped on the stairs on the high platform, and slowly walked towards the elegant seat where Li Yunxuan and Sun Shangxiang were.

"Miss."

After a while, the maid handed the poem written by Xu Ning to Li Yunxuan, and then stepped aside.

Li Yunxuan glanced at Xu Ning, who was a little far away, and then glanced at the poems in the box on the table, Li Yunxuan opened the rolled up poems with some curiosity.

"Sister Shangxiang, let's take a look at the poems written by this strange son."

Li Yunxuan slowly opened the rolled up poems, and whispered to Sun Shangxiang, who was sitting next to her.

Li Yunxuan thought that this person who wrote poems and essays was really informal, and bluntly said that she would let herself appreciate the essays, and directly threatened to let herself see it without passing the comments of the talented women and beauties below.

"Okay."

Sun Shangxiang muttered softly in response to Li Yunxuan, and she was also very curious that Xu Ning, who was very respected by her father, could actually write poetry.

Sun Shangxiang also heard that this Xu Ning is the so-called immortal general's talent, and he can rival the strange person of Lu Bu, the world's first fierce general.

Moreover, Sun Shangxiang himself was able to get out of danger because of the presence of Xu Ning when he was in the tiger's den that day, and Sun Shangxiang was extremely curious about how this military general wrote poems.

After Li Yunxuan opened the white paper on which Xu Ning wrote the poems, four rows of poems with horizontal pen and ink and strong pen strength immediately appeared on the white paper.

"The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. Looking at the beautiful people's hearts from afar, the attic boat is sparkling. ”

Li Yunxuan muttered, her beautiful eyes flashed with a strange light, her red lips opened slightly, and she sighed with some surprise: "This poem is wonderful!" I didn't expect that there would be such a talent here, what a blessing for Yun Xuan! ”

However, when Li Yunxuan saw the "Distant Beauty's Heart", Li Yunxuan's face was a little shy, and her slightly flushed face was a little puzzled, this strange man pointed out that he wanted to review me, is it hinting at something?

Li Yunxuan hurriedly glanced at Xu Ning, who was sitting quietly below, and continued to read the poem with a light bite of her red lips.

On the other side, Sun Shangxiang looked at the verses presented in front of him and was a little demented, his teeth showed a little, his beautiful eyes opened and looked at these lines, and muttered poems a few times in his mouth.

Is this really an immortal general who spreads all over the world? It is surprising that there will be such a literary style.

Although Sun Shangxiang is extremely good at martial arts, she was also forced by Sun Jian to study since she was a child, so she naturally knows a lot about poetry and songs.

Sun Shangxiang thought that such a beautifully worded poem with a proper artistic conception could really be made by a general who was stained with blood and wore armor?

After a while, Li Yunxuan noticed that Sun Shangxiang, who was a little distracted, gently patted Sun Shangxiang's white hand and said, "What's the daze, sister Shangxiang." ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

Sun Shangxiang retracted his mind and smiled at Li Yunxuan a little unnaturally, and then glanced at Xu Ning, who was sitting in a precarious position, and then thought about what happened to the tiger ** that time......

After a long time, the somewhat curious beauty looked at Li Yunxuan, whose expression on her face changed slightly, and said softly: "Sister Li, how is the poem written by this son?" Read it out for the sisters and the sons to hear! ”

How can you read it out, isn't it okay for others to give wine after reading it? Why did you have to read it out in front of the public, this treatment is different!

Xu Ning coughed softly, and glanced at the dozens of beauties with heavy makeup on the side, a little unnatural, after all, he stole some parts of the poems and texts of later generations.

Li Yunxuan also knew that her mind was lost, and after hearing the urging voices of the beauties on the side, her voice was as moving as a bird and said to the hundreds of people below.

"For this son's poems, Yun Xuan thinks they can be called superb, and she also asks other talented and beautiful people to evaluate them."