Mrs. Wei Chi said curiously:

You can guess that, but I don't believe it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everyone echoed, and even Wu Mei looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief.

Princess Gaoyang and Yu Chi Amin also bent their eyebrows and looked at An He with great interest.

An He opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the people in the hall, and then his eyes fell on Wu Mei's body.

Wu Mei's heart moved, could this enemy really guess that it was me?

She deliberately didn't look at An He, pretended to be casual and picked up the cup, gently wiped off the tea foam with the tea lid, and took a sip.

"I think this poem was written by Sister Wu!"

An He already had the intention of drinking, but he still called him Sister Wu according to his original title.

When Wu Mei heard this, her heart jumped wildly, and the tea in her mouth almost spewed out of her mouth. Swallow the tea and blurt out:

"How did you find out I did it?"

After saying that, I regret it, isn't this not a self-confession?

Looking at Wu Mei's surprised appearance, An He drunk and smiled:

"Although this poem is written about the suffering of the girl's lovesickness, the woman's resentment, and the delicate feelings of the woman's heart, but look at this word, the copper pen and steel stroke, strong and powerful, and the pen is full of a killing and decisive atmosphere, I am afraid that it can only come from the hands of the strange woman who dares to challenge the Tubo warriors on the polo field!"

Wu Mei is a kind-faced and hard-hearted person, this poem was originally written about her lovesickness when she was frustrated, and An He said the central thing on the spot, and she didn't want to admit that she did it, but An He used words to metaphor people, and patted her on the back in the invisible, which made her happy, and said with a smile:

"What Andi said is very true, this poem is from the hand of my sister."

After saying that, he straightened up, the plump **** was towering, his eyes were sharp, he looked directly at An He, and his pride was fully displayed.

In fact, how could An He have such a great ability, he guessed at a glance that it was Wu Mei's doing.

It was only in later generations that his girlfriend Zhang Jingjing quoted this Wu Mei's "Ruyi Niang" countless times in the letters she wrote to him, and he dared to be a showman.

How would Wu Mei know that An He had read this poem in later generations, and thought that An He was his true bosom friend, and she had more feelings in her heart.

How did Brother An know so much about this woman

And Yu Chi Amin on the side obviously had a trace of displeasure on his face.

"Okay, good~, Wu Zhaoyi is really talented, but I also have a poem in my hand, I don't know who wrote it, and I ask An Zhonglang to taste it."

Queen Wang saw that Wu Mei was in the limelight for a while, so she picked another poem to divert everyone's topic.

An He stepped forward and took a look:

When will the bright moon be full, and now ask the blue sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to ride the wind, I have no feather clothes, I am drunk and drunk, and I am cold and helpless in the middle of the night.

As An He recited softly, the people around him gradually quieted down, and nearly two or three hundred people in the entire hall were staring at An He in the field.

However, in the corner where no one paid attention, a girl's face suddenly turned red after hearing this poem, especially the person who read the poem was still peaceful, which made her shy and faintly looked forward to it.

"Good poetry, good artistic conception, the whole poem is straightforward and easy to understand, but the artistic conception is profound, only a few words, it will outline a lonely and helpless woman in the boudoir, it is indeed a rare deep boudoir masterpiece!"

An He said happily, fortunately, there are no difficult words and words in this poem, he can understand it, and this poem is somewhat similar to Su Try's water tune song head, so An He can say two sentences.

"Hehe, General An Zhonglang is right, this palace and several masters also commented so, today's poetry meeting, should be the first with this poem."

In fact, which poem by Wu Mei was written just now has its own merits and merits with this poem, but Queen Wang deliberately pushed this poem to the first to suppress Wu Mei.

After hearing this poem, the people who participated in the poetry meeting compared it with what they had written, and found that it was really a little worse in artistic conception, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, who wrote this poem? Please come forward and let everyone get to know you! ”

Gao Yanggong also opened his mouth and smiled.

But what everyone didn't expect was that Princess Gao Yang asked several times in a row, but no one came forward.

"It's strange, the poem I wrote was praised by Queen Wang and Princess Gaoyang, but no one has admitted it, could it be that this poem fell from the sky?"

Princess Gao Yang was very surprised, and at the same time a little angry, after all, she asked so many questions, but no one answered, which made her a little embarrassed.

Such a miracle happened at the poetry meeting, around

Everyone was talking to each other, and Queen Wang and other judges didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, so they didn't know what to do for a while. An He suddenly rolled his eyes and thought of a good way, so he said in a loud voice:

"Although the artistic conception of this poem is good, it is too sad, and it is sad to read, so although it is a good sentence, it can only be regarded as a second-rate work, and compared with Sister Wu's poem just now, there is still a huge gap."

As soon as An He's words came out, the audience immediately fell silent, and just now he was full of praise for this poem, but in a blink of an eye, he derogated the poem. However, some people who are older or thoughtful have already guessed Anhe's intentions, and are smiling and waiting for the poet to jump out on his own.

"Hmph, the little woman's "Asking the Moon", although it is compared with the poems of the sages, it is not as unbearable as Ah Lang said, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as An He's words fell, a crisp voice mixed with shame and anger immediately said.

Following the voice, the person who spoke turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a light green dress, although her figure had not yet grown, her facial features were delicate and picturesque, like a fairy in the heavenly palace, and the lights and candles in the hall were also discolored for a while.

"Yu Chi Amin!"

An He blurted out, but he didn't expect that this poem was written by Yu Chi Amin, and he was very happy in his heart, he didn't expect Amin to be able to make such a good sentence in his show of wisdom.

Mrs. Wei Chi's face was pale, and her daughter's poems were praised by Queen Wang and Princess Gaoyang, and she also felt supreme honor as a mother.

It's hateful that Anhe, this kid, dares to make a big fuss, if he really becomes his son-in-law in the future, he must teach him a good lesson. Mrs. Wei Chi thought hatefully.

"Hehe~, that ......"

Under the gaze of Yu Chi Amin's incomparably clear but angry eyes, An He looked around with an embarrassed face, and looked around for help, wanting to find someone to help him out of the siege, but most of the people around him had an expression of watching the show, and Yu Chi Xun, who was most likely to help him, was pulled aside by his mother to teach him, and Wu Mei was cold.

Wei Chi Xunyu, this kid is enough buddy, but he is a straw bag in literature, and he can't help anything!

"General An Zhonglang, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't let a little woman ask for it!"

Queen Wang was a soft-hearted person, and when she saw An He at a loss under the gaze of Yu Chi Amin, there were already many people around her who were snickering, so she came out to relieve the siege. (To be continued.) )