Su Muqing was full of pride, Cheng Yanran on the third floor was also slightly restrained, it is true that she wanted to survive in Anyang, even if she was high, she had to accompany some dignitaries, this Su Muqing was from Jiangling, although she had some influence in Anyang, but after all, she was limited, Cheng Yanran was not idle enough to take out time to drink and write poems with him. But his poem has far-reaching implications, if she refuses to face to face, wouldn't it be untrustworthy and true?

"Miss Cheng, isn't it unworthy?" Su Muqing waited for a while, and asked triumphantly again. This guy secretly made some calculations in his heart, he had coveted Yunlan for a long time, but because of Qin Baichuan's appearance, the plan was ruined, and later with the intervention of Splendid Villa, Zhongyi Goolan and Chu Family Workshop, Su Muqing was shocked to find that Qin Baichuan, who was once inferior to shit in his eyes, had grown to the point that he was extremely jealous.

Life is the most wonderful, Su Muqing returned in Wangjianglou, but he was in the limelight in this sea breeze painting boat. Regardless of anything else, let's just say that Yun Langu is also a beauty, but after all, she has sold herself, but Cheng Yanran is different. That plagiarized word, change Miss Cheng's side, and try to get her into bed in the future, I don't know if the stinky storyteller will be so angry that he will urinate blood after knowing it.

"It is worthy of being one of the four great talents of Jiangling, and the talent of the prince makes the concubine admire him tightly." Cheng Yanran had to speak, and said in a deep voice: "The concubine is only a shallow learner, and there is no good sentence that can beat the words of the son." The concubine intended to invite the son to come up, but the strong dragon did not suppress the head snake, and there were many people in my Anyang realm who were full of learning, so they must not be convinced by the son. ”

"Oh?" Su Muqing sneered, he also knew some scheming, Cheng Yanran showed weakness and deliberately mentioned Anyang students, obviously wanting to use the power of others to recover a game.

Cheng Yanran knew that he had seen the clue, but she didn't care, this was not a conspiracy, but an outright conspiracy, she simply said: "Everyone is very interested today, I don't know if anyone in my Anyang realm is willing to take the place of a concubine and have a discussion with Su Gongzi?" If she wins, the concubine is willing to hold a banquet in the boudoir on the third floor and have a long talk with the distinguished guests. ”

The words have been said so bluntly, many talented people in Anyang have a glint in their eyes, the same is eating, there is a big difference between the guest hall and the boudoir on the third floor. At least until now, I haven't heard of anyone being able to enter Miss Cheng's boudoir, and once someone gets in, even if they don't do anything, it will be enough to make people jealous.

"Why does Miss Cheng bother with this?" Although everyone in Anyang was excited, but after waiting for a while, no one spoke, and Su Muqing sneered: "I have already said that this poem was made before, and it has been compiled into the commentary by some shameless storytellers, so it can be seen that this poem must have been scrutinized many times by this son." Although there are many readers in Anyang, I am afraid that no one will be able to get good sentences in a short time. ”

Su Muqing remained silent, first boasted of expressing his bull fork, but the latter sentence did not hit the Anyang people, only said that everyone was not without talent and learning, but the time was not enough, and it saved enough face for the Anyang people.

"This little white face must have heard of Miss Cheng's name a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have prepared early."

"That's called coming prepared! This guy doesn't have a point, but he has a point. Words like these, as long as I am given an hour, I can make three songs, and each one will blind his dog's eyes. ”

"Brother Ren is right, give me an hour and I can make five songs."

Following the steps given by Su Muqing, the talented people of Anyang, who had been silent for a long time, praised each other, and they were so red-faced that they didn't want to stop. Cheng Yanran's face on the third floor became more and more ugly, Su Muqing looked like he was holding a winning ticket, and Yan Juzheng in the curtain spat fiercely: "That Su Muqing from Jiangling is not a good thing!" Isn't it just the first word? Dare to be aggressive with Miss Cheng? ”

"Oh, Brother Yan wants to vent his anger for Miss Cheng?" Qin Baichuan also felt stuffy in his chest, damn, just take Lao Tzu's poems out to swagger and deceive, and never forget to hit himself with the title of stinky storyteller, ya.

Seeing that Qin Baichuan's face was not very good-looking, Yan Juzheng shuddered and grinned: "Brother Qin, we don't talk darkly, ask me about this set in the kiln, foolish brother I know it clearly, but if it is wet...... Hey, I've been reading too much in the past half a month, and my brain hurts. ”

"It's okay if it hurts, I'll help you pick it up." Qin Baichuan smiled, meaningful.

After waiting for a full half a cup of tea, Cheng Yanran saw the hustle and bustle downstairs, but no one dared to stand up and compete with Su Muqing, she took a deep breath and snorted lightly: "It seems that the requirements of the concubine are too high, or the talented man of Anyang does not want to offend the original guests...... Okay, Su Gongzi will move to the third floor, and the concubine will serve in person. ”

"It's long overdue." Su Muqing laughed proudly, and was about to take a step forward in the envious gaze of Anyang's genius.

"Wait a minute." As soon as Su Muqing's footsteps moved, he heard Yan Juzheng's arrogant voice coming from the curtain on the second floor: "My son was originally here to have fun, and he didn't plan to pay attention to these things. But Su Gongzi was aggressive, and Miss Cheng's words were full of helplessness, no way, as a native of Anyang, I can't stay out of it. ”

"Who is Your Excellency?" Most of the things have been successful, but halfway through, Su Muqing asked in a deep voice.

"Strict, Residential, Positive!" The voice in the curtain was high, and the eldest prince Yan loudly reported that he was famous.

"Yan Juzheng?" Su Muqing was stunned, he knew very well the power of the Yan Mansion in Anyang, although the old man Yan ignored the affairs of the rivers and lakes, he could eat both black and white, how could he, Su Muqing, an outsider, dare to offend. At that moment, he hugged his fists and smiled reluctantly: "It turned out to be Yan Gongzi, who has been looking up for a long time." ”

"Yo, who am I on the second floor, it turns out to be Yan Dagongzi! Haha, eldest son, I heard that you had a conflict with someone here some time ago, but you recovered from your injuries? ”

"Brother, you're wrong! Our eldest son Yan was not beaten, but studied hard at home during this time, preparing to get a champion! ”

"That's right, that's right, with the talent of the eldest son of Yan, if you meet a woman as the main exam, maybe you don't have to write a word, and you can smash her to lie down with silver!"

"Hahaha......" There was unbridled laughter from upstairs and downstairs, and Qin Baichuan almost burst out laughing, it seems that Yan Dagongzi is not very famous in this sea breeze painting boat.

"Hmph, you bunch of wretched, shut up to my son!" Downstairs, those people usually have some friendship with Yan Juzheng, they openly exposed their old secrets in front of Qin Baichuan, and Yan Juzheng couldn't hang up on the front: "Miss Cheng has been bullied to the doorstep, do you still have the face to laugh at this son?" Forget it, there is no reason to talk about it with your group of guys who have a spring palace map in their heads, put up your dog ears and see how this son can turn the tide! ”

Yan Juzheng said seriously, but how could those people believe his nonsense, they all leaned back and laughed, and made even more merciless sarcastic remarks. Cheng Yanran, who was on the third floor, said a fair word: "No matter whether Gongzi Yan can turn the tide or not, this courage alone moves the concubine." It's a pity that the lord of the Yan Mansion stipulates that the son is not allowed to step on the third floor without authorization, otherwise no matter what the result is today, the concubine will thank the son in person. ”

Qin Baichuan laughed secretly, what Cheng Yanran said was just a scene, using Yan Juzheng's actions to accuse those talented people of having no one to resist for themselves, and he was not sincerely inviting Yan Juzheng to go upstairs at all. But Yan Juzheng was overjoyed, stood up in his seat, walked to the door and hugged his fists and said: "Miss, don't worry, when I defeat Su Muqing, I will be able to go up to the third floor, someone provokes first, I passively accept the last, even if my uncle knows, I can't find fault." ”

Yan Juzheng's words caused a burst of laughter again, if you can defeat Su Muqing, then the scholars in Anyang might as well be killed by their heads. Cheng Yanran shook her head slightly, but she couldn't discourage his enthusiasm, so she said, "If the son has confidence, then please." ”

"Good!" Yan Juzheng proudly looked around the crowd, returned to the curtain and sat down, and soon heard his voice rolling and floating in the painting boat: "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I am thousands of miles lonely, and I have nowhere to talk about it." Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

"Ga ......"

When Yan Dagongzi opened his mouth, he originally planned to see him laugh at Anyang Caizi suddenly made a sound as if he had been stepped on by someone, and Cheng Yanran also jumped in her heart, and Mu Ran raised her head.

Although Yan Dagongzi did not tell the origin of the lyrics, nor did he make any foreshadowing, this poem sketched a sad scene in a few words: ten years of life and death, the sound was cut off, and there was only a desolate lonely grave. Even if you don't think about it, the past will come to mind, and you can't help yourself.

Suddenly, Cheng Yanran seemed to see a man wearing a coat, gray hair, and a dusty face cleaning up the weeds on the grave, and his lover was buried in the grave, but even if his lover saw himself at this time, he probably couldn't recognize it. Because, the once high-spirited genius has grown old and is no longer what he used to be.

Everyone looked up in unison, but heard Yan Juzheng continue: "I came back to my hometown at night, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. Talk about the broken intestines every year, the bright moonlit night, the short Matsuoka. ”

The lower rung is closely connected to the upper ritual, there is a thought, there must be a dream, dreaming of the joyful and comfortable life ten years ago, and then thinking about the current life and death, the words have turned pale, and only tears are rolling. Every year is often broken, the bright moon is short and loose, and the sad and desolate lovesickness lingers endlessly, making people sigh when they hear the tears.

"Impossible, this can't ......" Su Muqing's eyes were glazed and he muttered to himself. He heard it clearly, the word he plagiarized would certainly be passed down through the ages, but Yan Juzheng's one was even more domineering, the former used geese to describe lovesickness and send affection to things, and the latter one started with people, showing everyone a beautiful picture.

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