If you tear the paper now, you shouldn't be ridiculed, right? Looking down at the remaining two lines of poetry, I just can't remember it. You can't add it yourself, right?

Looking around, she doesn't have any poetic thoughts now, how can she add it herself?

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew from afar, with a faint floral fragrance, which suddenly made people feel refreshed. Wei Yi looked up, and his gaze suddenly softened to be gentle.

The man came from the foot of the hill on the other side, without a crown today, his long hair was scattered in the wind, and a blue forehead was wiped along his forehead, and his bangs were patted with him, patting his brow and eyes. Those dull eyes, looming, can't really see. On the ink-colored round-necked deep robe, the long golden bamboo perfectly fits his straight bodyline, and the gray spacious robe no longer adds to his nobility.

Behind him, the blue-green peaks were stacked on top of each other, and gray clouds were shrouded and swirling. He came with the breeze, as if he had a lot of beautiful scenery.

His expression was indifferent and very calm. It seems that he has nothing to do with this lively crowd, and he has no interest. And when he turned around, there was a trace of helplessness in the corner of his eye, but she was reluctant to look away.

"Girl, it's almost over, have you finished writing?"

The voice of the other person next to him woke Wei Yi up, and he glanced at the cigarette door, and the grandmother shouted that the deadline was approaching. She looked at the scenery that had long been gone, looked around again, and finally her eyes fell on the wolf in her hand......

"If you want to come in this first level, you have to write poetry, and for my young lady, isn't that a piece of cake? It's just that, then Wei Yi is afraid that it is difficult to say. ”

When the words fell, Yicui looked at her young lady with a smile on her face.

"She doesn't learn anything on weekdays, she can only dance with knives and guns, where can she do these things about reading and learning words. If no one helped her, she would have to stand and wait outside. ”

Yuan Zishuang stroked her cheeks with her hand, her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of pride.

"I wonder if we'll meet her at the door when we go out at the end of the day? Or did she go back early? ”

When Yi Cui heard this, she immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, if you don't see Miss Wei Yi for a while, the slave will definitely help Miss find someone. Hee-hee. ”

Yuan Zishuang pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes full of pride. couldn't help but look around in these crowds, and saw that there was no figure of Wei Yi, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

"The sky and the moon are as affectionate as they are. Why should I carry a silver candle and fill me like a silk thread. (Heavenly Moon, Cao Xun.) ）

On the stage, a gentleman was reading a piece of paper in his hand. He looked out of the audience.

"Who wrote this one? Please come up, right? ”

I don't know what Mr. did, but I saw that there were already several people standing behind him, most of them were sons, and there were few daughters. After a while, another son went up, who was the owner of the poem he had just recited.

"By asking the river tide and the sea, how is it like the love of a gentleman and the heart of a concubine? Hate each other is not as good as the tide and have faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep. (Waves of sand, Bai Juyi)

"Well, I'm a little sad and complaining, and I ask the owner of this poem to come up."

"Miss, what is this doing? What did he let these people go up for? ”

Yi Cui looked at it, not knowing why.

Yuan Zishuang stretched her neck, also at a loss. And the gentleman on the stage is putting his hand into a box, scratching blindly?

"You can't just call someone who looks at the good writing. Those two songs are familiar to you, and it is clear that they were made by our ancestors. To praise, you should also pick those who compose their own poems. ”

After another girl walked up to the stage nervously, the gentleman grabbed another one out of the box.

"The distant mountains are green and dense fog, a wisp of acacia and a wisp of Qing. The wind and clouds love the sunny day, and I look far away and think about the wishes. (Changed limerick)

"These young people nowadays, one by one. The old man can't say anything about you. Poetry and poetry are affectionate, all of them are the love of men and women, so none of them write about friendship, flesh and blood? ”

The gentleman sighed with emotion, followed his beard, and said to the stage: "Who wrote this one?" Come on here. ”

After a while, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, but there was no movement. The gentleman on the stage had to shout again, and the crowd became even quieter.

"What? Isn't the man there? ”

The gentleman was puzzled. Yuan Zishuang couldn't help but be curious, and looked around. Suddenly, I heard Mr. read again: "Wei Yi? It was written by Wei Yi. Where is this Wei Yi? ”

"How is that possible?"

Yicui looked at Mr. with disdain, only thinking that it was a different word with the same name.

"Yes. Of course not. ”

Yuan Zishuang smiled and didn't take it seriously, but her hands tightened the handkerchief in her hand.

With a "poof", suddenly a black shadow appeared in the sky, like a bird, and flew down to the stage.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

When the bird settled, I saw that she was dressed in a dark blue round-necked robe, and the hem of her arm skirt was embroidered with scattered white feather patterns, and the style of her clothes looked very elegant. neatly tied up the long black hair, and with the steady movement, the whole person was elegant and elegant.

"I'm Wei Yi, I'm Wei Yi. I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be me, I thought I misheard. Tell Mr. to wait for a long time, there are strange things, there are strange things. ”

Wei Yi clasped his hands and took the piece of paper again. The gentleman raised his hand, but he didn't give it to her, and threw it back into the box. His face was a little dissatisfied.

The old man thought that the person who wrote this poem should be a man. Look at the dashing stroke, and look at the heroic strength of the ink splash. But I don't want to be your female doll head? ”

"It's me, it's me, yes, I wrote it."

Wei Yi had to smirk twice to relieve the embarrassment. After all, she is a girl who likes to dance with knives and guns, and this handwriting is naturally a little different from ordinary girls.

Yes, that's it.

"Stand with them."

As soon as the gentleman flicked his sleeves, she had to go over obediently. As soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a familiar person. The two were looking at her in horror and disbelief, and the girl's eyes were between the stage and her master, frequently going back and forth, panicked.

"How could she? How could she get in? She obviously doesn't know anything! ”

"Yes, Miss! Could it be someone to help her? Or did she go and copy someone else's? ”

Yi Cui's words fell, and hurriedly came to the young lady's side, cautiously.

"Miss, do you want us to denounce her?"

Yuan Zishuang hurriedly grabbed her, lowered her head, and shook it.

"No hurry, no hurry."

After a cup of tea, there were ten boys and girls standing on the stage, and the gentleman walked off the stage, and a well-dressed grandmother walked up. That grandmother is full of spring breeze, which will look very kind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the slave and maid are the Xu Mama who serves by the Queen Mother's side."

As soon as Mama Xu spoke, everyone quieted down and looked at her obediently.

"The Queen Mother asked the slave to say hello to everyone on her behalf. The Queen Mother, her old man, is waiting for you on the mountain behind here, under the mountain on the other side. ”