Bright Moon Ancient Square.

When Sikong Nanqin's voice sounded, all of a sudden, everyone was completely quiet.

One of the four beauties of Zhongzhou, named and named Lu Changsheng to compose poems.

All of a sudden, everyone was also curious about what kind of poems Lu Changsheng could make.

Yesterday, the heart for heaven and earth has shocked the world, and today everyone is looking forward to it even more.

But the poems of love and love shouldn't have any big vision, right?

Yes, it should!

So thought of it.

In the ancient square.

Lu Changsheng pondered for a long time.

The main reason is that propositional essays are not easy to write.

If you don't have a proposition, a sentence of My Fair Lady and a gentleman is enough.

Why do you have to be a proposition?

Love? Miss?

Lu Changsheng pondered.

After a while, he thought of an ancient poem he had seen when he read the book.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng said slowly.

"The long door matter, the quasi-good date is wrong. Moth Mei was once jealous. ”

"Thousands of dollars buy like endowment, who will sue for this situation."

"Jun Mo dance. You don't see, Yuhuan Feiyan is dust. ”

"Idleness is the most bitter. Hugh went to lean on the dangerous building, the sun was slanting, and the smoke willow was broken. ”

Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

This is a poem by Xin Qiji.

Among them, Xiangru Fu refers to Sima Xiangru.

The approximate meaning is that Gillian of Changmen Palace is looking forward to being called again, but she has made an appointment with Jiaqi, but she has been repeatedly delayed.

It's no wonder that he is too beautiful to be jealous, even if he spends a lot of money and buys a similar name, but who to confide in this affectionate vein.

She admired Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but she didn't dare to tell him.

However, in the world of Xianxia, there is no commonplace, there is no Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty, there is no Feiyan Yuhuan, and there is no Gillian who guards in the Changmen Palace.

But even so, this poem is still beautiful.

And at this moment.

In the Bright Moon Ancient Fang.

A vision appears.

In the lobby, an illusory palace appeared, a beautiful woman, holding a poem, she waited for her beloved with affection, in the Nagato Palace, silent, lonely, and lifeless.

Except for this beautiful woman, everything has indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

Her gaze was full of love.

She admired Emperor Wu of Han, but she didn't dare to tell him.

"Thousands of dollars buy like endowment, who will sue for this situation."

Soon, these visions disappeared.

Everyone couldn't help but indulge in poetry.

Everyone saw Gillian in Nagato Palace, and everyone also felt Gillian's love.

"Good! Good poetry too! ”

"It's worthy of Senior Brother Lu, this level is simply much stronger than me."

"Although I didn't understand the meaning of this poem, I probably understood it when I saw Fang Cai's vision."

"Senior Brother Lu deserves to be a contemporary literary saint!"

"But that's not right, Senior Brother Lu, the topic of Nanqin Fairy is, love and miss, you don't seem to have a question to answer the question, right?"

Some people are curious, although they know that Lu Changsheng's poems are very good, but the problem is that they should not be titled.

But just then, a voice rang out.

"What do you know, Senior Brother Lu's poem was written for the Linglong Holy Maiden, isn't the title of the Holy Maiden love or dare?"

Someone spoke, and a word woke up the dreamer.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

Obviously, it was the Nanqin Fairy who took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose poems, but Lu Changsheng actually wrote poems to the Linglong Holy Maiden first.

How does this work...... It's a holy hand in love.

The fight between women is extremely terrifying, and whoever you pour a glass of water first can become the fuse.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to compose poems, but Lu Changsheng first wrote poems to the Linglong Holy Maiden, what does this mean?

In the woman's heart, this means that the Linglong Saintess is better than Sikong Nanqin in his heart.

And Sikong Nanqin can't be angry yet, he can only be jealous.

When you get angry, don't you lose face?

It's a brilliant move.

Hiss!

The Ziqing Holy Son was the most shocked, and at the same time, when he thought about it, he actually said that Senior Brother Lu didn't understand women, and for a moment, the Ziqing Holy Son couldn't help but be silent.

It's not Lu Changsheng who really doesn't understand women, but himself.

High-rise buildings, private rooms.

When the Linglong Holy Maiden listened to Lu Changsheng's poem.

I couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to ask Lu Changsheng to compose a poem, to be honest, she was inexplicably not very happy.

But when Lu Changsheng made this poem, the Linglong Holy Maiden felt extremely happy in her heart for some reason.

However, she didn't know that she was ruthless, and at this moment, emotions appeared.

"Senior Sister Yunrou, I don't know this poem, can you be satisfied?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

To tell the truth, what Sikong Nanqin is not Sikong Nanqin, he doesn't know it at all, the two women are fighting, Lu Changsheng will naturally choose to help the person he knows.

No matter how beautiful Sikong Nanqin is, what can it be?

I don't eat soft rice.

Do you want to compose poems if you want to compose poems?

Are you teaching me to do things?

"This poem, my sister likes it very much." The Linglong Holy Maiden spoke, listening to the voice inexplicably, a little shy.

Hiss!

In an instant, the monks up and down the ancient square couldn't help but gasp.

"Guys, don't suck, I can't breathe." Wang Fugui has gained a lot of weight inexplicably because of his practice, so he can't breathe a little.

The crowd fell silent, and soon a grumbling voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Lu, you can also write a poem for others, after all, I am your admirer."

Sikong Nanqin's voice was a little coquettish, causing countless monks to look embarrassed.

And although Lu Changsheng wrote poems for the Linglong Holy Maiden first, he would not deliberately damage Sikong Nanqin's face.

After all, if you really provoke a woman, the consequences are terrifying.

All in all, women are not easy to provoke, once provoked, they must be ruthless, even if they destroy flowers, they can't harm themselves.

Cough!

Coughing slightly, the second poem, Lu Changsheng almost thought of it.

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth."

"There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches."

"The blue sky is cloudless, the moon is like a candle, and the pear blossoms are as white as jade."

"Zigui cries all night until dawn, and the beauty stays alone in the empty room."

Lu Changsheng spoke, this is Bai Juyi's masterpiece.

The original text is very long, and with the literary cultivation of these people, Lu Changsheng felt that they couldn't understand it when he said it, so he took out the beginning just right.

The general meaning of this poem is that there is no bad time.

If you love, don't miss it.

The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers.

Yes, it's very neat.

Alas, propositional poetry is so troublesome, and the little ink in the stomach is basically all emptied.

In the future, I should rarely come to this kind of gathering, after all, I still have to save some for the fairy world.

What if the monks of the immortal realm have a high level of literary attainment?

If you don't hide some private goods, how can you pretend to beep?

At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood why when he was young, his elders always let him read more books.

Sure enough, reading can change fate.

Cultured people, seeing the beautiful scenery, come to a song of green mountains on both sides of the strait, and come to the side of the sun with a lonely sail.

When I saw the snow scene, I came to a song, it should be the heavenly immortals who were drunk and crushed the white clouds.

Can this not be beeped?

How does this not happen?

If you don't read some books and see the snow scene, this snow is really beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

If you don't have a little more culture, it's a.

Belch?

Why don't you blow it?

What are you doing in a daze?

Are the poems done? Why don't you blow it?

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng noticed that there was silence around him, and no one was blowing.

But the next moment, Lu Changsheng knew why.

Above the escalator.

A stunning woman in Tsing Yi appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Sikong Nanqin appeared.

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Ahem, negotiated with the moderators and did a book review area activity.

【The 1st Drama Story Contest】-【The 1st Character Autobiography Contest】

The requirements will be announced in the book review area, the first place will be awarded 500, the second place will be 400, and so on, five places! QQ reading and starting point are both sides, so there will be a total of 10 people who will win the award.

Friends who have literary talents can give it a try! Don't say that my writing is poor, I think Wang Fugui's poems are indeed not bad!