Li Qingfeng was full of pride, thinking that he had been crisscrossing the flowers for a long time, but he had never written such beautiful poems. As long as it's a woman, I'm afraid you'll be infected by this verse, right?

Blue Begonia... Of course, it's also a woman.

Looking at Lan Haitang with a smile, Li Qingfeng was surprised to find that the latter's face was not shocked, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Shaking his head slightly, Li Qingfeng walked off the stage a little gloomily, and secretly sighed that this woman was really different, worthy of being a character who fascinated the talents of Bianjing.

"Good poetry." Luo Dongchen stroked his palms and said, "However, Luo will not lose to you." ”

"I want to hear about it." Li Qingfeng gracefully gave up his position and waved his hand politely: "Brother Luo, please!" ”

Luo Dongchen stepped forward, stared at Lan Begonia with burning eyes, and said, "Miss Begonia, I hope you don't mind Dongchen's presumptuous move today." ”

"It's just a competition, Begonia understands." Lan Haitang said lightly.

It seems to understand, but how can you understand my heart? With a helpless smile, Luo Dongchen remembered the bits and pieces he had seen in the past, a little affection appeared in his eyes, and he said in a soft tone:

A glimpse of the plum garden is like a shock,

The fairy face curls into a dream.

A Thousand Mountains Unhindered Youth,

Go to the Moon Palace without giving up!

Since I saw you in the plum garden, since then, your irresistible face has often appeared in my dreams. Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, it can't stop the young man's ambition to marry you, for the Chang'e in his dreams, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, I have to break through!

Flat tone, not flat emotion.

Where is this poetry, it is simply a bold confession!

Li Qingfeng's mind was blank for a while, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He couldn't have imagined that his most proud work would fail without suspense! In vain, he claimed that his talent was unmatched, but he couldn't imagine that he would lose so completely today!

Li Qingfeng's face turned pale, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Su Mei'er who was standing on tiptoe at Luo Dongchen in the group of people unwillingly, and a blazing light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

All the preparations, all the expectations, in exchange for nothing more than making a wedding dress for someone else - is there anything more ironic in the world?

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Li Qingfeng's face was full of discouragement, and he said lightly: "Did you lose..."

At this moment, no one paid attention to Li Qingfeng, who was full of emotions, but all eyes were on Luo Dongchen, who was proudly standing in the middle of the field and dressed in white.

Admiration, envy, jealousy, appreciation... All kinds of visions, to name a few. With such a talented, persistent, and emotional confession, which girl can resist it? What's more, Luo Dongchen in front of him is not only famous, but also handsome and chic, and has a deep love. Those eyes filled with affection can melt even the hardest steel.

"Little Lolo! I'm sticking with you! ”

"If a man can do this to me, let me die immediately!"

"Little Lolo... I'm doing the same to you! ”

"Dongchen, the slave family is waiting for you in the Tianzi room of the Fuyun Inn tonight, see you or leave!"

After a glance, day and night are unforgettable. A thought comes out, and a thousand mountains are unimpeded.

Such emotions are enough to move anyone. Some girls have already burst into tears, enduring the heartache and blessing their lovers to eventually become married. And the talented people also sighed at Luo Dongchen's affection, secretly wondering when they could be so coquettish? Looking at the appearance of a group of little ladies waving handkerchiefs on tiptoe with spring tides on their faces, I am afraid that Luo Dongchen's eyes drifted over at this time, which can make them immediately leak their bodies.

However, Luo Dongchen did not turn his head, as if he had entered a wonderful state, and there was only one person missing in his heart with his eyes fixed on him-the beautiful woman in a navy blue robe.

The breeze was blowing, and there was no word for a long time. Seeing that Luo Dongchen seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, the chaotic shouting gradually subsided. The look of affectionately waiting for Yiren's response will be heartbroken at a glance.

With Luo Dongchen's conditions, what kind of woman is not what she wants? But the water was three thousand, and he only took one scoop to drink. But I have a soft spot for this scoop, but I can't always drink it in my mouth.

I don't know whether it is pity or sympathy, everyone looks at the blue begonia with anticipation - is this blue girl's heart made of stone? Everyone has done this, what else does she want?

Lan Haitang never expected Luo Dongchen to be so radical. Such a straightforward confession of affection is not so much for the sake of winning the poetry club, but for forcing her to express her position. From Luo Dongchen's sincere and firm eyes, Lan Haitang understood the two meanings.

First, he desperately longed to be able to get himself;

Second, he's serious.

Blue Begonia looked away a little evasively. If there is no such person, it seems that Luo Dongchen is a good choice. But now... All she could say was sorry.

Luo Dongchen no longer gave her a chance to escape, and said quietly: "This poem is not just a poem. ”

Not just a poem, indeed, but his whole heart.

Although he knew that his answer might dim the bright red heart, Lan Begonia had no choice. Because... She couldn't refuse her heart.

"I'm sorry..."

A slightly apologetic smile was exchanged for a pale face.

Luo Dongchen couldn't help but clench his chest with his right hand, frowning, feeling as if something was broken in it, it was so painful.

"Hey, when you're done, hurry up and pour out the place, when are you going to stand?"

Such a beautiful picture was destroyed by a loud voice.

Tang An yawned and pointed lazily at Luo Dongchen. Damn, picking up girls in front of Lao Tzu, I don't take my "little prodigal son in love" in my eyes at all - there is a kind!

The women's tears have not yet been flu, they are emotional animals, even if their hearts are painful to death, they still can't bear to have the poignant picture broken. Tang An's roar, to them, sounded like the most evil voice in the world, and it suddenly broke the original beauty.

Compared with the rough nerves of women, it is not difficult for careful men to find that Lan Begonia's mood does not seem to fluctuate much. In other words, she was not moved by Luo Dacaizi's affectionate confession.

The men gasped: even the dashing male god Luo Dongchen can't enter her eyes, who else in the world can be worthy of her?

Everyone was thinking about it, but they saw Tang An Shi Ran walking to the center of the field and passing by Luo Dongchen. At that moment, everyone was surprised to find that Luo Dongchen's whole person looked like he was dozens of years old.

"I... Won't give up. Luo Dongchen's face was full of pain, but he still had a trace of illusion, and his tone was full of insistence on the uncertainty of the future.

"Whatever you want." Tang An sneered, "But I think... Soon you won't be saying that. ”

Luo Dongchen frowned, unable to guess the meaning of Tang An's words. Following the latter's back, he was surprised to find that Lan Haitang's eyes cast at Tang An were full of complexity and contradictions. It's like hate, it's like remembrance, it's like having a thousand words, but you can't open your mouth.

With her cold temperament, if she doesn't know how to hide her emotions in front of people, it can only mean that someone has disturbed her heart. Sadly, this person is not himself. So just at a glance, Luo Dongchen was like being struck by lightning, and he felt that the most precious thing in his life seemed to be drifting away......

Tang An and Lan Haitang were separated by a foot, and seeing that Yiren was still standing in front of him and was not taken away by Luo Dongchen, somehow, there was a sense of relief in his heart.

It is undeniable that serious people are more terrible than anyone else. Luo Dongchen's confession made him feel a lot of pressure.

As if feeling that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Tang An smiled and said: "The talented man is the most annoying, Master, you can see through his hypocritical inside, and at first glance he is a person with great wisdom." ”

Lan Haitang glanced at him angrily and said, "Don't gossip, hurry up and compose a poem!" ”

Looking at the slightly disgusted pretty face, it seemed that he had returned to his original days in the academy. Tang An was in a good mood and grinned: "Master, please rest assured, in order to maintain the reputation of Moyu Academy, for the sake of the dean, the prison and you, Master, I will definitely not be compared to him!" ”

What does it have to do with me?

Somehow, seeing Tang An so confident, Lan Haitang's pretty face blushed for no reason, and she was afraid that people would find out, so she hurriedly lowered her head.

Tang An smiled casually, bent down and picked up a small purple flower from the bottom of his feet and pinched it in his hand. The purple petals are dyed with a layer of neon edges by the red glow, and they look very delicate.

Tang An raised his head, showed a charming smile, stared at Lan Haitang and said slowly:

The flowers bloom and are fragrant,

Flower shadow hidden in the heart.

The two unrelated poems surprised everyone: Could this little scholar be crazy? Let him write poems about blue begonias, what does he write flowers for? Could it be that he felt that Fang Cai Luo Dongchen's performance was too dazzling and took the initiative to give up?

Just when everyone was puzzled by Tang An's behavior, Tang An handed the flower to Lan Haitang, knelt on one knee, and said with a smile:

The coming day is full of flowers,

Pieces are begonias!

(Thanks to the students of Mengcheng for their tips.) After enduring it for so long, holding it back for so long, I finally held this poem out. I wanted to come to the third watch, but I was afraid that everyone would not be able to go up or down, so the fourth watch was also sent out. These are all original, although the depth is not enough, but they are in harmony with the plot~ The last song "Begonia", is there any anger? Ask to speak! ）