What Zhao Weiyun said, isn't he turning around the corner and saying that Xu Ning's poems just now stole someone's work!

In the face of this shameless provocation, the corners of Xu Ning's mouth rose in a strange arc. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sons and beauties in the attic present also looked at Xu Ning one after another, and also glanced at Zhao Weiyun with disdain. Many beauties hope that Xu Ning is writing a few poems.

"I think there is some truth in what Zhao Gongzi said." Some envious and jealous scholars spoke out one after another.

The attic, which had been quiet, was in turmoil again, and some good things and the sons of the scholar clan who were not used to seeing Xu Ning in the limelight also echoed it.

Li Yunxuan also stared at Xu Ning with big eyes slightly, she not only hoped that Xu Ning would be able to make such a masterpiece again, but also wanted Xu Ning not to arouse the jealousy of the talented people of the scholar clan like this.

At this time, Li Yunxuan looked at Xu Ning who was sitting quietly below, while Sun Shangxiang blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at Xu Ning tightly, with some doubts and curiosity in her eyes.

Xu Ning sat on the elegant seat, sighing in his heart. Actually, I did steal the work of a certain poet, but he was not born yet.

Xu Ning smiled sullenly in his heart, I am proud of stealing, anyway, you can't find evidence, and besides, I called it borrowing, not completely plagiarism.

Xu Ning sat in his position without moving a bit, turned his head to Zhao Weiyun and said, "Then what does Zhao Gongzi mean?" ”

"Naturally, Xu Gongzi is writing a poem, which will open our eyes."

Zhao Weiyun also said loudly in a serious manner on his seat, and the meaning of success in his eyes was deeply hidden.

I'm afraid your heart won't be able to stand it! Xu Ning smiled a little weirdly, and then took the wine on the table and drank it all.

In that case, I'll let you see how shocking the poems I borrowed are.

Xu Ning slowly stood up and glanced at hundreds of pairs of eyes that were a little eager and undetected, and then said softly to the maid who was waiting: "Trouble girl, bring me paper, ink, pen and inkstone." ”

"Childe, wait a minute."

When the maid saw Xu Ning say this so politely to a person under her status, the maid also responded with a blushing face, and immediately went to get paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

Soon, the maid in the white dress slowly put the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table in front of Xu Ning.

Xu Ning slowly lifted the pen, thought for a while, and then started to write on the flat white paper.

The magnificent pen power did not hesitate at all, and a few lines of poetry were written on the white paper.

Everyone looked at Xu Ning intently, looking at what kind of poem he was writing.

"The dust is sad and old, and it has been separated from the country for a long time. On the Xiaoyao Cheng Lake, you can see the autumn colors in your eyes. The cool waves are light, and the lake and the moon are far green. has not reduced the guest affection, and the west is looking away. ”

In the blink of an eye, Xu Ning put away the pen, and a few lines of poems like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing on the white paper appeared in front of him.

This poem is a hand-me-down work in the later Tang Dynasty, a classic poem written about the lake. Xu Ning thought about it for a long time before he remembered this wonderful poem.

Before the people next to him saw the content of the poem, Xu Ning put away the blank paper carrying the poem, and immediately rolled it up and put it in a wooden box.

"Please also ask the girl to present it to Miss Li."

Xu Ning held the wooden box containing the white paper of the poem in both hands, walked to the maid next to him, handed the box to the maid and said politely.

"Hmm." The maid held the box in both hands and nodded slightly at Xu Ning and muttered.

The maid walked towards Li Yunxuan, who was sitting on the high platform, step by step, and everyone's eyes slowly moved with the maid's pace.

What exactly is written? Many people looked at the box presented by the maid with great curiosity.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Smack......"

The maid stepped up the stairs step by step, and the hem of her white clothes dragged a little on the top of the stairs.

Li Yunxuan and Sun Shangxiang were also very curious to look at the maid holding the box containing the poems.

In particular, Sun Shangxiang couldn't imagine that a famous military general would be proficient in poetry and literature, which made her feel incredible.

In this era, no matter how talented a person is, he can only focus on one subject, how can he have both civil and military skills! Can a person's energy really be so good?

What exactly is written? The curiosity and doubts in Sun Shangxiang's heart quickly rose as the maid came step by step.

"Miss, give!"

The maid immediately came to Li Yunxuan's face, gently placed the box on Li Yunxuan's table, and then stepped back to the side with her hands tightly pressed against her abdomen.

Li Yunxuan's jade hand lightly picked up the white paper in the box, and the curiosity in her heart also increased a little, she also wanted to see what poems this strange son could write this time.

The dust is sad and old, and it has been separated from the country for a long time. On the Xiaoyao Cheng Lake, you can see the autumn colors in your eyes. The cool waves are light, and the lake and the moon are far green. has not reduced the guest affection, and the west is looking away.

A few lines of imposing poems appeared in front of Li Yunxuan and Sun Shangxiang in the blink of an eye, and even the maid standing on the side tilted her head to look at the verses on the white paper.

"Dusty and old, separated from ......the country for a long time," Li Yunxuan's beautiful eyes flickered and muttered, and her red lips opened and murmured. Li Yunxuan looked at Xu Ning's poems and was a little demented.

As for Sun Shangxiang, her beautiful eyes widened and she couldn't describe the shock in her heart, after Sun Shangxiang silently recited this poem several times in succession.

Sun Shangxiang was shocked and said in a voice that he could hear: "Is there really anyone in the world who can be so talented and gorgeous?" Wen Ke wrote poems to shock talents, and Wu Neng straddled horses and held swords to deter the princes. ”

Sun Shangxiang's eyes involuntarily looked at Xu Ning, who was a little unruly, biting her red lips unconsciously, and her heart was fluctuating as if she was overturned.

"Whew...... I am not qualified to comment on this poem. After Li Yunxuan was shocked for a while, she whispered the same as herself, and hurriedly glanced at Xu Ning and muttered.

After a long time, some voices urging Li Yunxuan sounded.

"Sister Li, what did this son write?" A beautiful woman who admired the poem Xu Ning had just written said to Li Yunxuan on the high platform.

"Miss Li, how is this Li Gongzi written? Is it still passable? Zhao Weiyun thought in his heart that Xu Ning would definitely be embarrassed this time, so he said loudly to Li Yunxuan.

"Miss Li, hurry up, let's see if it's good or not!"

The noisy voice rang out, and many talented and beautiful people in the attic asked one after another, but only they knew what they were thinking.

………

After Li Yunxuan calmed down the look of shock in her heart, she waved her jade hand slightly at the people below, signaling them to be quiet.

Soon, the people present didn't discuss much, just waiting for the poem written by Xu Ning that Li Yunxuan was going to read next.

The poem ...... I'm not qualified to comment, Li Gongzi's talent is already above me! ”

Li Yunxuan's next words caused a huge storm in the quiet attic.

Who is Li Yunxuan of the Li family? She is the most famous talented woman in Changsha, and everyone admires Li Yunxuan for many poems.

It is precisely because of Li Yunxuan's participation in each lake banquet that the lake banquet is famous.

If even Li Yunxuan is not qualified to comment, then how many people in this world dare to say that they can comment on this poem?