At this moment, everyone's eyes have been completely attracted by Zhao An, and Xiao Yao has been automatically filtered. Xiao Yao was happy to be idle, and continued to drink his tea and eat his dried fruits. From time to time, he glanced in the direction of Shen Muqing.

After a few moments, an elegant sound of the piano on the stage silenced the noise of the crowd, and silence returned to the hall. Everyone's attention was once again focused on Mengling'er.

Meng Ling'er whispered a few words to the maid beside her, and the maid ran back to the room, and after a while, she ran back to the field with a scroll in her arms and handed it over to Meng Ling'er. Meng Ling'er untied the ribbon of the painting scroll, opened the painting scroll, and saw the beautiful scenery on the scroll, and unconsciously showed an intoxicating smile, and everyone fell for it.

The two maids stepped forward to take the scroll and unfold the scroll to face everyone. On the scroll is a picture of the Lantern Festival night market. On the street, there is a lot of traffic, people come and go, lanterns are hung on both sides of the long street, in front of a hawker stall, a stunning woman stands there elegantly, graceful posture, just the graceful shadow gives people infinite reverie. Holding the lantern he had just selected, he looked back and smiled, showing all kinds of charm at the same time, adding a bit of vitality to the painting, and inevitably fading the other scenes in the painting.

Everyone in the hall looked at the beautiful night market on the painting, lifelike, like flowing water, and then looked at the beauty in the painting, who else could it be if it wasn't Meng Ling'er. Everyone couldn't guess what Meng Ling'er meant, so they could only praise the beautiful scenery in the volume, and wait for Meng Ling'er to point out the theme next.

"This painting is a little woman last year's Lantern Festival parade when an old man painted and gifted, the slave family as a treasure, today Ling'er hopes that everyone can paint a poem on this scene, Ling'er will choose a favorite to give on the painting, and hope that all the sons will not hesitate to teach, complete the little woman, this is Ling'er's second question today, for the painting to seek poetry." When Meng Ling'er said it, she didn't forget to stare at the picture scroll with bright eyes, her eyes were full of happiness and confusion, are you okay in another country? It can be known that Ling'er looks forward to the return of the king every day, and always remembers the king's affection.

After Meng Ling'er finished speaking, the hall suddenly exploded, and they were thinking, if they could inscribe a poem, which would make Meng Ling'er favor, give the picture scroll on it, often accompany him, and watch it every day, wouldn't it make Ling'er remember himself for a lifetime, and have a chance to win his heart, how beautiful! Compared to just now, everyone racked their brains desperately to make poems that reflected the scenery, for fear that others would take the lead and lose such a good opportunity in vain.

Xiao Yao wasn't interested in thinking about any poems, but when he saw Meng Ling'er on the stage looking at the picture scroll, his confused eyes and his look of looking forward to the king's return, he probably guessed that ** is not far from ten. Seeing that the group of stunned young people in the hall are still favored by the Pomeranians, thinking and meditating, don't you know that the beauties already belong to their hearts, and no matter how good you are, it will be useless. Look at the cheap young master next to him, he was also looking down and thinking hard, taking the folding fan in his hand and knocking his head a few times from time to time, he was stunned for a long time and didn't have any reaction, it was really not this material. Then he turned his head to look at Shen Muqing in the corner, who also frowned slightly, pacing back and forth.

It seems that people in this era really have no other hobbies, and they have a soft spot for poetry couplets, regardless of gender, which is really a failure. This kind of life is too monotonous and boring!

After about five or six minutes, I finally had a reaction, only to see a person in the front row stand up, first smiled at everyone in the hall, it was a greeting, and many people also returned the salute, looking like they were quite famous, it was one of the three people that Xiao Yao paid attention to, the white-shirted boy.

The white-shirted boy looked at Meng Ling'er on the stage again, looking suave and suave, and Meng Ling'er was also looking forward to it. When Xiao Yao asked Zhao An, he found out that the white-shirted boy was one of the four talents, Lu Ziqiao.

Now Xiao Yao is interested, a few days ago in the Qinyuan Building, I heard that he is also one of the four talents, and his name almost made Xiao Yao laugh. Today, I was fortunate to see a talented man with the same name as the son of Bi, and I began to look forward to this talent's masterpiece.

Lu Ziqiao took a step forward and moved to a more spacious venue, "The jade leaks the copper kettle and don't urge, and the iron lock is open all night." Whoever sees the moon can sit idle, and where they don't see the lights. "Stop, look forward to the comments of everyone and Meng Ling'er, and the latter is naturally the one I care about the most.

Although there was applause in the hall, Meng Ling'er on the stage was not very happy, and she couldn't set off a ripple in her heart. After thanking him, he turned his gaze to the others. Lu Ziqiao is not a person who does not understand things, so he laughed a few times and sat back.

"The fire tree shines in the city, and the silver flower flame spits out the scenery of Changchun. The clear sky hangs the moon in a mirror; The night market is lit up with blue clouds. ”

Xiao Yao followed the prestige, isn't it Shen Muqing. I thought he was the same as himself, just to join in the fun, but I didn't expect that he couldn't help but show his style, but this poem is a level higher than that of a talented person. It's not just Xiao Yao who thinks so, but Meng Ling'er on the stage has read Shen Muqing's poems several times in her heart, but although the artistic conception is beautiful, it is not what she wants, and she always feels a little lacking.

At one moment or three, a few people in the hall made a few poems, but they failed to impress Meng Ling'er's heart, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed a little gloomy for a while, but none of them gave up, and continued to think about making better sentences.

Xiao Yao was in the tea room, and suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes. When he turned his head, it turned out that Zhao An was pulling himself, revealing a pitiful expression, and his eyes asking for help were self-evident.

Xiao Yao put down the teacup a little weakly, and looked at the young master, don't you treat me as Baidu? Everything......

In the end, he lost to his own young master, lowered his head and thought about the poems about the Lantern Festival in his previous life, and put Xin Qiji's poem "Qingyu Case? Yuan Xi secretly recited it to the young master twice.

After Zhao An heard this, he was completely attracted by the scene depicted in the poem, and couldn't help but look at the picture scroll held by the two maids on the stage, and chanted a few words softly, full of confidence in Xiao Yao's poem, which was a match made in heaven.

After experiencing the previous high-profile scene, my heart calmed down, and I didn't have the previous nervousness, and my expression was much more natural. Slowly got up and raised his hand to Meng Ling'er. With Meng Ling'er's gaze, everyone once again focused their attention on Zhao An. Even Shen Muqing was no exception waiting for Zhao An's next masterpiece, but his eyes were on Xiao Yao beside Zhao An. Once it may be a coincidence, but twice it will never be possible. Shen Muqing would never believe that his cousin was so talented in poetry.

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Although people can't make good works, they can taste them, and they are absolutely knowledgeable people about poetry. Everyone present, Meng Ling'er, Shen Muqing, Lu Ziqiao, and even the subordinate who was in charge of serving tea and pouring water, the maid, were all immersed in it. This word, this scene, and this meaning are by no means comparable to those made by the previous people. After a moment of calm, the hall once again caused an uproar, and everyone applauded.

Even Meng Ling'er's heart on the stage was like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, splashing layers of waves. The face is filled with an intoxicating smile, as if the spring flowers are blooming and everyone is bathed in the spring breeze.

Meng Ling'er sang softly: "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim." He looked at the scroll again, stunned. Just this sentence, the words are boring. Thinking back to the man before parting, the two were reluctant to fall in love and made a private decision for life. It's just that it's been more than a year, and there has been no news. You can know that Ling'er is waiting for you here. When did you appear in that lamplight~

Shen Muqing in the corner was also deeply fascinated by the beautiful scenery described in this poem, revealing a yearning look. Recite it silently in your heart several times and keep it in your heart. Everyone in the hall also sighed, just this word, has suppressed Lu Ziqiao, who is one of the four talents, after today, Zhao An, the son of the Zhao family, is estimated to become famous, and he is no longer a nameless. What is on his body is no longer the name of the young master of the Zhao Mansion, but the name of a talented man. Compared with the so-called four talents, I am afraid that they are all excessive.

Meng Ling'er came back to her senses and looked at Zhao An in the audience, her eyes were also bright, and there was a hint of admiration. I didn't expect this person to have such a talent and make such a masterpiece, which was really beyond my expectations. Only this word, although I already have a heart to belong to, I can't help but be a little moved, I don't know how many spring girls can be fascinated by this word.

"Zhao Gongzi is talented, Ling'er is happy and convinced, and he is ashamed." After speaking, he raised his pen and waved the words to the painting. This is equivalent to giving everyone an answer, and the second question was still answered by Zhao An, who was not in the eyes of everyone. There are those who envy, those who are jealous, and those who hate themselves for their incompetence......

Lu Ziqiao, who was in the front row, also got up and praised Zhao An, showing his generosity and decency, which made people can't help but praise him for his grace despite defeat.

Meng Ling'er inscribed the words on the painting, showing it in front of everyone's eyes, the handwriting of the juanxiu has a bit of everyone's anger, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it will be difficult to believe that it comes from the hand of the woman in front of you. Looking at the beautiful scenery on the scroll again, the woman's face in the painting fades the beautiful scenery, but looking at this word again, even this picture scroll looks a little dull. Everyone felt that this painting was destructible, but the word was immortal.

People in the world, who do not have such a time, looking for people are not visible, when they are desperate, they suddenly look back, but the people they are looking for have been waiting for a long time in the lamplight. Throughout the ages, there have always been such inadvertently touching words and phrases that have been passed down to the world and recited by the world.

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim." Although Gao Quanwei can't read a basket of big characters, he can roughly read the joy in it. Leaning against the door, he looked at Meng Ling'er on the high platform, revealing a yearning look. When will you be able to stand in the dim light and smile back at me?