"I heard that the Diao Chan girl was captivating the country and the city, so I wrote a poem for the Diao Chan girl"

Sima Yi smiled and looked at the masked woman playing the piano in the pond pavilion.

There was a pause for a while, because Sima Yi was thinking about what poem to "borrow" and thought about it, but in the end, he still didn't think about it, so in the eyes of outsiders, Sima Yi had been walking there for a long time, and he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

Seeing this, Luo Wuxian sneered: "Just you, you can also compose poems!" Joke, let's make a bet, if you can make a good poem today, I will call you grandpa, otherwise you will call me grandpa, do you dare! ”

"Haha! ……”

The person who had just slapped Luo Wuxian on the back also laughed.

"Well, if I can't write good poems, I'll call you grandpa"

Sima Lang walked up and whispered, "Zhongda, forget it!"

Sima Lang knew that his brother had a few catties and a few taels, so he came out to persuade him.

Although Sima Lang's words were very light, they were still heard by Luo Wuxian on the other side, and Luo Wuxian laughed even more when he heard this.

Sima Yi gave Sima Lang a reassuring look, and Sima Lang only shook his head helplessly when he saw this, and stepped aside, this is a gentleman's gamble, and no one else can interfere.

As the soul of the next generation, Sima Yi can be said to have a lot of resources for him to choose, and seeing that person named Luo Wuxian provokes himself, it is tolerable, which is unbearable.

Sima Yi secretly thought in his heart: Cao Zhi! Don't blame your uncle, just borrow me your poems.

"Its shape is also, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. ……”

As soon as this poem was read out by Sima Yi, Luo Wuxian, who was still laughing just now, suddenly stopped abruptly, although he couldn't make any good poems, but he still knew how to taste poems.

Sima Yi saw that everyone was silent, and the sound of the piano in the pavilion was much faster, so he continued to read.

"The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. …… If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Neck stretch show, Hao quality is dewed, fragrant without addition, lead Huafu royal ......"

On the other side, the tone of the piano at the end of the day in the pavilion became more and more rapid, and finally reached the limit of bearing.

"Boom"

One of the strings in the pavilion was broken, and Diao Chan was nervous, could it be that he recognized me and wrote poems like this, did he want to express something to me?

Everyone was awakened by the abrupt sound of the piano, and the boys were in an uproar, this song gave them too much shock, this fu is not only a good fu, but also a fu that will be circulated.

Diao Chan called the maidservant to change the piano, continued to play, and instructed the maid next to her.

"Go and invite the boy who was just done"

After hearing this, the maid walked towards Sima Yi.

"Huh! Isn't that the maid next to Miss Diao? What is she doing here? ”

There was a boy who saw the maid and couldn't help but ask the boy next to him.

The maid came to Sima Yi and saluted Sima Yi respectfully, the maid is also a human being, and the person who can make such a good endowment must be a great talent, so the maid will be so respectful.

"Childe, my young lady invites you to get together in the pavilion"

As soon as these words came out of the garden, all kinds of envious eyes were cast on Sima Yi, and the only jealous look was Luo Wuxian, who had just lost the bet.

Luo Wuxian's face turned blue, the bet just now was still echoing in his ears, and he was very annoyed when he looked at Sima Yi, who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Okay, please lead the way"

Sima Yi said to the maid with a charming smile, and the maid saw Sima Yi smiling at her, and immediately became like a nymphomaniac.

……

"Ding...... Knock knock"

The sound of the piano in his ears became louder and louder, and under the leadership of the maid, Sima Yi came to the pavilion.

"Childe, please be seated."

The girl playing the piano spat out a sweet and greasy voice.

Sima Yi sat opposite the masked girl, looking at the face covered by the veil, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it really.

"Have you figured out what to name for this one?"

Diao Chan's slender jade hands fluttered like butterflies on the zither.

"It's called "Luo Shen Fu""

Sima Yi did not hesitate to say Fu's name.

The sound of the piano trembled, and then returned to normal, and Diao Chan lightly pursed his lips.

"Childe is really talented, and he made a peerless song in a short time"

A breeze blew, and a body fragrance wafted into Sima Yi's nose, huh? Why is this smell so familiar, and my heart turns like someone from yesterday.

"Diao Chan girl, your smell is very similar to one of my old friends"

Diao Chanlu was surprised that his sense of smell was so sensitive, and smiled slightly, but it was blocked by the veil.

"Childe, is this a woman who smells incense?"

"No, my old man is a man with quirks," Sima Yi said with a depressed face.

"Hehe......"

Laughter like silver bells came from the veil.

Sima Yi didn't understand why Diao Chan was laughing, and he was even more curious about what Diao Chan, one of the four beauties in the legend, looked like.

"Diao Chan's beauty is spread in Luoyang, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see the girl's true face?"

"Childe, it's rude for you to do this! However, since Childe has just made a poem for me, only Childe is making a poem to come to the slave family and follow Childe."

When it comes to poetry, Sima Yi is confident, and he doesn't want to think that as a later generation, he casually brings out a poem, which is a good poem that has been passed down through the ages.

Sima Yi smiled: "Diao Chan girl, please come up with the topic"

Diao Chan turned his eyes to look around and saw that the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom, and the blue waves on the surface of the pond were rippling.

"Since Childe asked me to make a question, the slave family is welcome, Childe will use this as a topic!" Diao Chan looked at the lotus flowers in the pool.

Sima Yi thought for a while, and then blurted out a poem.

The spring is silent and pities a trickle,

The shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine.

The little lotus shows its sharp corners,

A dragonfly has already stood on its head.

Diao Chan's slender jade hand stopped on the zither, Diao Chan didn't expect Sima Yi to be so amazing, and make a poem of Fu and Harmony that passed down to the century in one day.

Even the maid on the side looked at Sima Yi with adoring eyes.

"Good poetry, good endowment, Childe is really talented, since Childe can make such a famous poem, the little woman will also fulfill her promise"

I saw Diao Chan slowly untie the veil on his face with his slender jade hand, and a peerless face appeared in Sima Yi's eyes.

Sima Yi was stunned, so beautiful! It turns out that Diao Chan is really as said in the history books.

After staying for a while, Sima Yi returned to normal, after the information bombardment of later generations, I haven't seen anything, although Diao Chan is very beautiful, but it is not enough to make Sima Yi linger, our Sima Yi is a fixed drop.

Diao Chan saw Sima Yi's expression for a moment, and then returned to normal, and his heart was satisfied, this Sima Yi had determination.

……

After two hours of happy coexistence with Diao Chan, Sima Yi went back with Sima Lang, and when he left, Sima Yi originally wanted to find Luo Wuxian to fulfill his promise, but he couldn't find him.

Later, I heard that Luo Wuxian left when Sima Yi went to meet Diao Chan.

Because Sima Yi wrote peerless good fortune and good poems in a row, it was passed down as a good story in later generations. Say:

Sima is earth-shattering,

Poetry and song come to your hands.

In order to see the peerless appearance of Diao Chan,

Good poems come casually.

- To be continued