The man in white followed Su Nianshuang's gaze, and there were many paintings on the walls of this star-picking hall, among which there were many young ladies.

He chuckled softly, paced leisurely along the wall, and finally stopped in front of a portrait of an amorous beauty lying on her side on a couch, her hands behind her back, and her eyes closed in thought.

"Women's ...... Why don't you try it, Brother Li, don't you claim to have studied the beauty of women's femininity?"

"Ahem...... I'll try this later. ”

The sons in the hall whispered, not knowing what the white-clothed boy was, and they didn't dare to go up rashly for a while.

In a whisper, the man in white suddenly opened his eyes and said confidently: "Miss Su, my poems are already stored in my chest, can I bother you to put pen to paper?"

The maid standing on the side had already finished the ink, Su Nianshuang flicked the flower sleeves, elegantly holding the ink, the thick black pen body set off her snow-white soft water like a perfect work of art, she glanced at Ye Yinan intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Son, please." ”

"The beauty rests on the cold window, and a little plum petal falls on her forehead. The jade mirror was beautiful in the previous life, and the spring was better than a hundred makeup. ”

Hearing the poems read out of the mouth of the boy in white, Ye Huaijin sighed in his heart, this person is different from Situ Shaoyang's first-class, but has real talent and learning.

On the rice paper, the thick ink is sprinkled with clouds and water, containing a gentle natural atmosphere. It is worthy of being a talented woman of Su, and the words in the book are like a dancing girl in a neon dress, curling Tingting, and like a red lotus reflecting the water, and the blue sea is dewed, so that everyone is convinced.

After she finished writing the last word, the beaded curtain hanging from the window suddenly danced, obviously in the cold winter, but there was a soft warm breeze blowing into the star-picking hall, like a silky ribbon brushing people's cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, the poem just written on the rice paper, every word glowed with a faint yellow light, and even the air was wafting a touch of goose yellow, which was the manifestation of the vitality in the hall to a certain extent. Everyone only felt an indescribable pleasure when breathing, and their hearts were extremely refreshed.

The green jade fingers were holding the condensation ink, Su Nianshuang looked at the stars twinkling on the pen body, and said with a clever smile: "Childe is so literate, this condensation ink lights up four stars." ”

The man in white was slightly disappointed in his heart, thinking that with his talent, he could reach five stars, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, hugged his fists and said, "Miss Su, I am a protégé of Xiuya Monk of Beilu County, Chen Zhi. ”

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, in fact, it was not only him, but there was no young ink artist who had heard the name of Ziyun's talented woman who did not admire Su Nianshuang.

"I also asked Gongzi Chen to say hello to Xiuya's seniors on my behalf. ”

Ye Yinan looked at those shining stars curiously, it is said that there are nine stars in Ningmo, and the better the grade of writing poetry, the more stars it will light up.

"Miss Su, come down and give it a try. The one who spoke was Yang Gongzi, who wrote the opening poem when he wrote the text before, and his literary style was quite famous, and this initiative attracted many people to cheer him on.

He must have made some preparations below, chose a portrait of a beautiful woman appreciating bananas, and soon read out the poem.

"The courtyard is close to the screen, and the weather is cool and the breeze is tight. The golden bell puppy barked at people, only complaining that Qiu came to be discharged from the hospital. ”

As the ink was written, there was also a glimmer of light emanating from the poem, but the hope that had just been revealed in people's eyes disappeared in the blink of an eye, because only two stars lit up above the ink.

Yang Gongzi smiled bitterly, hugged his fist at Chen Zhi to signal that he was defeated, and then hugged his fist to Ye Huaijin with apologetic eyes.

Next, there were a lot of unconvinced Miss Gongzi one after another, but unfortunately the level was really limited, and the best result was a Bao Gongzi wearing a Confucian crown, and he lit up the three stars with condensation. Most of the rest of the people are one, occasionally two, and even some of the son's poems have fallen into the pen without even a little movement.

It's not that they don't have the straw bales of talent, it's just that it's not easy to light up the ink, and only the condensed talents in the poems can be done to a certain extent.

Ye Huaijin looked at this slightly miserable scene, and couldn't help but grit his teeth, his palms were hidden in his sleeve robes and clenched bloodlessly, so Chen Zhi could really suppress them with the strength of one person and couldn't hold them up, could this birthday banquet end in such a fiasco? He only hated himself now for reading too few books and not enough ink in his stomach.

Ye Yinan glanced at him and smiled helplessly, this guy has always had a good face, if someone messes up the birthday banquet this time, it will be difficult to go back and get seriously ill.

Let's just help the field, since he came to the banquet today, he can feel that Ye Huaijin has no previous hostility towards him.

This point, whether it is from Ye Huaijin's initial nodding or the occasional glance towards him when the banquet is going on, there are more or less signs that can be seen.

Then, he beckoned to a series of surprised eyes and smiled, "Let me try." ”

"Could it be that Ye Gongzi's cultivation is not only skyrocketing, but also full of economy?"

"This ...... Cultivation pays attention to the fate of the law, and when the fate of the law arrives, it can be smooth, and learning this thing is not achieved overnight, it has to have many years of accumulation. ”

"Makes sense. ”

Many people in the hall were skeptical, but there was no way, he and the others were defeated, so he could only let him try.

Even Su Zhigao and Gao Lang secretly wiped a cold sweat, they knew the truth, Ye Yinan used to go to the library pavilion to do what they were doing, and they even learned one and a half moves of the ninety-nine style of sex from him.

They were very worried that Ye Yi would go south to make a smiling and generous poem, and the recognition he had just received would be yellow again.

The opposite of them was Ye Huaijin, who didn't know the truth, so after seeing Ye Yinan Mao recommend himself, hope rekindled in his eyes.

Su Nianshuang looked at the handsome guy who was waving towards her and smiling, her beautiful eyes showed a somewhat triumphant smile, and she secretly said in her heart: Finally can't hold it back? I want to see how talented you are.

Chen Zhi shook his head indifferently, he had just seen many sons who came and returned with such confidence as Ye Yinan, but the next moment, he was stunned.

"Guanghan Qing Palace Yulufang, the fairy under the moon is dressed in plain clothes. The green skirt and green silk are unentangled, which is better than the rich makeup in the world. ”

The pen hand trembled slightly, Su Nianshuang pressed down the turbulent heart lake, and slowly wrote this poem on paper.

The moment the last stroke was completed, she only felt a whisper of surprise from the talent in the sea of consciousness.

The poems on the paper suddenly shone brightly, and a huge cyclone was born around the Yingxian Tower for no reason, and the banner on the top of the building was swept into the sky, circling around the center. The bead curtain by the window was lifted in an instant, and a steady stream of goose yellow torrents poured into the fourth-floor star-picking hall like a tide.

This scene of hundreds of rivers returning to the sea caused dozens of powerful auras to burst out of the city, and one after another shocked eyes fell on Yingxian Tower.

"Haha, is this Su's daughter using that condensation to compose poems again?"

PS: Guess how many stars there are, hehe.