Min Shuiwang's heart blossomed at this time, and he was waiting to see Zhang Bai Yi make a fool of himself.

Zhang Baiyi noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and looked at Nan Zhuyu,

Nan Zhuyu told Zhang Baiyi the reason for the incident,

Nan Zhuyu didn't expect things to develop like this, she looked at Zhang Baiyi with some apologies, and opened her mouth to say something.

Zhang Baiyi felt a little helpless in his heart, looked at Nan Zhuyu reproachfully, and then walked downstairs leisurely. Nan Zhuyu followed behind Zhang Baiyi slowly.

Young Master Zhang walked step by step from the private room on the second floor to the painting fan in the hall, bent down to pick up the painting fan and wiped it lightly twice, the action was calm and elegant, ignoring the strange eyes of everyone, a box of folding fans was inserted in the back of the neck, at this time, the young master Zhang had a big red flower on his sideburns, his face was as warm as jade, and he looked like a dissolute playboy, but the inadvertent light in his eyes made people dare not underestimate it.

Everyone was silent, silently watching Young Master Zhang finish all this.

Young Master Zhang plugged in the folding fan and slowly walked to a table and chair and sat down, Nan Zhuyu also sat next to Young Master Zhang, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the table chosen by Young Master Zhang happened to be next to the wine table of Min Shuiwang.

Min Shuiwang was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhang Baiyi gloomily, and the gaze in his eyes seemed to tear Young Master Zhang to pieces.

This popularity is really great, Young Master Zhang is too lazy to take care of the fat man Min, sitting on the table and chair and eating snacks leisurely,

The bustard quickly read the rest of the list......

"Miss Jiu'er, I am Dongfang Guan of the Dongfang family in Xiling, and I have admired Miss Jiu'er for a long time, so I specially wrote a poem for Miss Jiu'er." A smooth and fair-skinned young man got up and bowed to the room where Su Jiu'er was.

"Ah-it's a member of the Oriental family, no wonder his temperament is extraordinary."

"The Dongfang family is a scholarly family in Xiling, but I didn't expect the people from the Dongfang family to come."

"It seems that there is no hope for us to compete for the Oiran."

……

The pot suddenly exploded below,

Min Shuiwang's face was very ugly,

Zhang Baiyi and Nan Zhuyu also looked at Dongfang Guan curiously,

Dongfang Guan ignored everyone's discussions, and chanted a poem by himself: "The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go to the young people." The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad about the February rain. Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. ”

This poem is very delicate to show the pain of missing Su Jiu'er, the cut of lovesickness, the residual dream is vague, the drizzle, the whole poem is not only extremely neat, but also shows the beauty of the artistic conception of lingering and subtle thoughts, especially the last sentence "When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness." "It's even more like a long time, eternal and eternal. As Li Houzhu said: "There are thousands of hearts, and there is no place in the world." This endless lovesickness is endless.

"Wow-"

There's a commotion below,

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"It is worthy of being a person from the Oriental family, and the poems written are so profound that it is difficult for us to beat the horse."

……

In the private room on the second floor, Su Jiu'er elegantly played with the celadon teacup and said to herself: "This poem is barely a masterpiece, this Dongfang Guan has a bit of poetic talent, and it is worthy of being the genius of the younger generation of the Dongfang family, and the rumors are true." ”

The door of the room opened again, and Su Jiu'er walked out of the room lightly, standing on the railing and said to Dongfang Guan lightly: "The little woman thanks Dongfang Gongzi for her love, it is a blessing that the little woman cultivated in her previous life to win the favor of Dongfang Gongzi, and Dongfang Gongzi's name Jiu'er has also admired it for a long time." ”

Dongfang Guan was looking at Su Jiu'er obsessively at this time, and when he heard Su Jiu'er say this, he said obsessively: "Jiu'er-"

Young Master Zhang looked at Dongfang Guan and shook his head and sighed, "Dongfang Guan has a bit of poetic talent, even if he is fascinated by this woman, I am afraid it will be difficult to become a great weapon." ”

Nan Zhuyu pouted at Zhang Baiyi and said, "It's hard to imagine that this sentence came out of the mouth of Young Master Zhang, who usually can't walk when he sees a woman." ”

Zhang Baiyi rolled his eyes: "Was I so unbearable before?" ”

"It's worse than that"

Young Master Zhang was speechless.

"I don't know if the poem Dongfang Gongzi made just now has a poem name?" Su Jiu'er was not angry when she saw Dongfang Guan staring at her.

"That's right, the poem Dongfang Gongzi just now has a name." The scholar on the side echoed in order to attract Su Jiu'er's attention.

Sure enough, Su Jiu'er glanced at the scholar,

The scholar's face immediately turned crimson and he was very excited.

"The poem was made on the spot, and it has not been named." Dongfang Guan looked away, calmed his emotions slightly, and said.

"Since this poem was written by Dongfang Gongzi for Miss Su Jiu'er, why don't Miss Su title this poem? It can also be passed on as a good story in the future. A purple-clothed scholar standing beside Dongfang Guan proposed.

"Very good"

"Very good"

The proposal of the scholar in the green robe was immediately met by all the talents.

"Since the poem of Dongfang Gongzi was made in Zuihualou, and there is a spring scene in the poem, it is better to call it "Jade Mansion Spring"." Su Jiu'er groaned slightly.

"Yulou Spring, good"

"Good poetry, good name."

The title of Su Jiu'er's poem won a round of applause.

Scholar in purple: "Dongfang Gongzi and Miss Su Jiu'er are really talented and beautiful, a pair made in heaven." ”

"Cut"

There was a sigh below.

"What a pair made in heaven, it's great to chant two lines of poetry, he can sing Dongfang Guan, and Min can also chant." Min Shuiwang thought about it for a long time and finally held back a poem, and just wanted to chant it, he was furious when he heard the words of the purple-clothed scholar.

"Just you, a fat man, you look like a belly full of straw bales, what kind of poems can you chant, hahaha" A man dressed as a domestic servant next to Dongfang Guan mocked.

"Hehe, this time the fat man is going to be on his heels again." Nan Zhuyu gloated.

"You" Min Shuiwang pointed to the servant's face flushed.

"You, what are you, didn't you say that you can also chant poetry, you can chant if you have the ability," the servant clasped his arms and squinted at Min Shuiwang.

Min Shuiwang's face turned the color of pig liver, and after thinking about it, he couldn't be too stingy in Su Jiu'er, so he calmed down.

opened his mouth and said: ""The Golden Gate" is empty of youthful crisp hands, sitting on the sail without a ferry, full of wind and dust sleeves, credit in the dream for a long time, I have Chang'an wine, fold the red and green buckles of Zhangtai, and drink acacia beans. ”

"Hehe, you have Chang'an wine, no wonder you eat so fat, you want to write about what you eat and drink...... in your head" Dongfang Guan's servant mocked Min Shuiwang with a sneering face.

Dongfang was shocked in his concern, this poem is on par with the poem I just made, Min Shui Wang? Why have I never heard of this person? The servant he brought didn't understand poetry, and Dongfang Guan hurriedly stopped the servant's ridicule of Min Shuiwang with his eyes.

"This fat man has a bit of poetic talent." Nan Zhuyu was also surprised.

Su Jiu'er couldn't help but look at Min Shuiwang, and secretly said in her heart, sure enough, people can't look good.

Min Shuiwang looked at everyone's expressions and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the poems he wrote were definitely not as good as this Dongfang Guan, but fortunately, he changed his mind at the emergency moment and chanted out the poems that Bai Yaowen Gongzi had not yet announced to the world.

"Good, good poetry."

"What a song "Telling the Golden Gate,"

"Good poetry, Brother Min is really a good poet."

Min Shuiwang sighed, opened the folding fan with a "snap", and looked at Dongfang Pass very proudly.

Dongfang Guan arched his hand: "Brother Min is really good at writing." ”

Min Shuiwang is so sassy at this time, looking at the nose and nose, and ignoring the Dongfang Pass. I dared to mock the fat man just now, hum~ I know how powerful the fat man is.

Although Young Master Zhang didn't understand poetry, everyone complimented the fat man and couldn't help but look at Min Shuiwang curiously.

Seeing Min Shuiwang's appearance at this time, the green-robed scholar really wanted to go up and slap him twice, it was really arrogant.

"The Golden Gate? Sitting on the sail without a ferry, full of wind and dust sleeves? Isn't this Bai Yaowen and Bai Gongzi's "Golden Gate - Baqiao Willow" made on the West Lake Painting Boat this afternoon?" a scholar in a green shirt thought for a long time, and suddenly struck the knot, and lost his voice.

"Wow-"

The words of the scholar in the green shirt were like a bomb, and at this time, the following was a pot of porridge, and everyone was talking to each other.

"Is what the scholar said true?"

"No wonder, this kind of poetry can only be written by Bai Yaowen and Bai Gongzi."

"Is this poem really written by Bai Gongzi? Why I've never heard of it. ”

"Didn't you hear what the scholar in green shirt said, it was made today, and it is estimated that it has not been passed on to the world!"

Min Shuiwang, who was still red just now, turned pale at this time, he never expected that someone from the West Lake Painting Boat would be here.

Everyone looked at Min Shuiwang, at this time, the fat man of Min was scared and sweat flowed, and the fat man of Min gritted his teeth and pointed to the scholar in the green shirt and said: "You, you are talking nonsense, this poem is written by me, you, you, why do you say that it is Bai Yaowen." ”