Talented men who can tempt women in any era. ------------------- Author's Transcript

"Yes, although Duke Yan is a nobleman in Manchester City, I think he should have received such an education since he was a child, right? Duke Yan is so heroic, it is impossible that he can't write poetry?"

Zhao Yan felt that Gray Meng Sijia's head was poor, what does heroism have to do with whether he can write poetry?

Zhao Yan was a little speechless and said, "I ......"

"Okay, then we'll say okay, I'll come first. Without giving Zhao Yan a chance to refute, Gray Meng Sijia walked around to Ai Yingsha, took a few steps, brewed emotions for a while, and said:

Love cherry blossoms and snow falling,

fluttering to the cherry shoulders;

Attached to the hand and whispered,

Flowers are warm and green in spring.

With the elegant reading of Gray Meng Sijia, the audience suddenly boiled, and Ai Yingsha's face also smiled. Zhao Yan may not know, but others do.

Ai Yingsha used to be just an excellent water mage in Zhao Yan's eyes, and now she is only a noble princess at best, but these nobles who are familiar with her know that in addition to her beautiful appearance, she is actually a very connotative person.

Poetry, songs, dances, everything. In addition to being a princess in name and identity, Ai Yingsha's quality is also well-deserved with the word princess.

Compared with Ai Yingsha, Gray Meng Sijia will not fall into the disadvantage. Although Zhao Yan doesn't like Gray Meng Sijia, it's just his business, Gray Meng Sijia himself is actually very good. And his literary brilliance is often praised in the eyes of Ai Yingsha, which is also one of the things that Ai Yingsha appreciates about him.

Bang Bang ......

Countless applause and praises of encouragement suddenly rang out, and under the admiring gaze of everyone, Gray Meng Sijia saluted everyone slightly, and then stopped.

Gray Meng Sijia behaved elegantly, slowly walked to Ai Yingsha's side, and said: "Princess Ai Ying, this poem is all written for you, because it is improvised, there may be many mistakes, please forgive me." ”

Ai Yingsha smiled at Gray Meng Sijia and said, "Improvisation is the true temperament, Gray Meng Sijia, thank you, and only you can make such moving poems." ”

Encouraging, the gentleman of Gray Meng Sijia saluted Ai Yingsha respectfully, and said, "As long as Princess Ai Sakura likes it, I will rest assured." ”

Under the nod of Ai Yingsha, Gray Meng Sijia turned around, walked in front of Zhao Yan, and said with a smug smile: "Heroic Duke Yan, now it's your turn, you are so open-minded to the beautiful Princess Ai Ying, and I hope you can write a poem for Her Royal Highness that will satisfy her." ”

Zhao Yan was slightly stunned, Gray Meng Sijia's performance was still beyond his expectations, he thought that Gray Meng Sijia was just a bombastic guy with no real skills, but he didn't expect that he really had two brushes, which made Zhao Yan almost look at him differently.

Zhao Yan sighed in his heart, no wonder this guy didn't pick anything but wanted to fight with him, it turned out to be his strength!

After thinking about it in his heart for a while, Zhao Yan smiled evilly and suddenly had an idea.

Dou Shi? hum...... It's hard for me, there are many existing on the earth, although it is plagiarism and plagiarism on the earth, but on the Aya continent, it is original to move out a random song.

Zhao Yan also politely smiled at Gray Meng Sijia and said: "Actually, even if you don't say it, I will dedicate a poem to Princess Ai Ying, on such a special day, it would be a pity if I didn't improvise." ”

Ai Yingsha looked at Zhao Yan in surprise and whispered, "Yan, do you know how to compose poems?"

Zhao Yan smiled at Ai Yingsha: "As the young city lord said, as a noble duke, if you don't even know poetry and songs, isn't it too embarrassing?"

Gray Meng Sijia snorted, walked up to Ai Yingsha, and said, "Since this is the case, then please start." ”

Zhao Yan took a few steps forward and looked back and forth in the banquet hall with great charm, as if he was brewing emotions. After a pause, he suddenly turned around, staring at Ai Yingsha with his eyes, and he was very embarrassed to see Ai Yingsha.

Gray Meng Sijia said: "Duke Yan, it seems too unreasonable for you to stare at Princess Aiying like this, right?"

Zhao Yan ignored Gray Meng Sijia's words, and continued to look at Princess Ai Ying, and from top to bottom, from bottom to top, it seemed that he didn't let go of a place.

Looking at Zhao Yan like this, in addition to the gray Meng Sijia, the nobles around looked at each other and looked at Zhao Yan incredibly, and some of the nobles and young men with strong blood even wanted to take this opportunity to rush over and hug Ai Yingsha, so as to prevent Zhao Yan from making some out-of-the-ordinary moves, and by the way, create a fearless process of heroes saving beauty.

Just when everyone's discussion was gradually boiling, Zhao Yan took a slight step forward, his expression changed slightly, and he said in a very sensational tone:

White gauze dress, green Luo skirt,

How can I lose my soul?

A lotus dream in this life,

In the next life, I will be a flower protector.

The next moment, everyone's mouths opened wide, and Gray Meng Sijia looked at Zhao Yan like a monster. As an excellent poet, it is very clear how gray the level of this poem that came out of Zhao Yan's mouth is.

However, at this moment, Zhao Yan doesn't care about other people's thoughts and feelings, in his heart, he only cares about Ai Yingsha's opinion.

Ai Yingsha was shocked, to be precise, stunned.

Looking at the man named Yan in front of her, she couldn't believe her eyes, was this the man she knew? Is this the man who accompanied her to look at the stars? In addition to the gentleman's heart and unique temperament, he could still compose such touching poems, this ...... That's incredible, isn't it?

No wonder he kept staring at me, he was brewing poetry.

Facing everyone's silence and surprise, Zhao Yan slowly walked towards Ai Yingsha and said, "Ai Yingsha, I give you this poem, I hope you can like it." ”

Ai Yingsha was stunned for a few seconds, as if she had come to another world, a world created by Zhao Yan. In this world, Ai Yingsha seems to have grown a pair of wings, soaring freely and freely, and in an instant, she seems to have lost her way and enjoy herself in this dreamlike world.

Zhao Yan's question interrupted her dream, she woke up from the dream, looked at the man in front of her who created the world for her, and was stunned for a long time before she said, "I like it...... Yan, I really like it!"

Good!

What a poem!

This man is really literate......

After Ai Yingsha praised Zhao Yan, the surrounding crowd also erupted in praise of Zhao Yan.

Gray Meng Sijia looked at Zhao Yan strangely, he didn't believe that the poem just now was created by Zhao Yan, so he leaned over and said, "Duke Yan, is this poem really written by you?"

Zhao Yan smiled and asked, "Then let me ask, have you heard this poem before?"

"This ......," said Gray Meng.

Ai Yingsha also came over and said, "Gray Mengsijia, you have read countless books, if there are such moving poems, then you and I should have read them a long time ago."

Pass. I believe that this is Yan's favorite work. ”

Zhao Yan said: "It's not a work of love, it's just a temporary improvisation, and in the face of Princess Ai Sakura's appearance and elegance, I'm just copying it." ”

Ai Yingsha laughed out loud, she didn't expect Zhao Yan's mouth to be so sweet.

How could Gray Meng Sijia be convinced, she glanced at Zhao Yan unhappily, and said, "Hmph! Duke Yan is so capable of doing it, so how about making another song?"

Yes, one more, one more......

The people around also began to heckle.

Zhao Yan glanced at Ai Yingsha, was silent for a long time, and said, "Okay, since everyone is so Yaxing, I'll make another song!"

The next moment, Zhao Yan was the same as the beginning, taking a charming step, and suddenly remembered the popular sentence, smiled slightly, and read:

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

With Zhao Yan's simple but elastic words, a happy smile bloomed on Ai Yingsha's face, and at this moment, she was already completely convinced that Zhao Yan was a man with great literary talents.

The other onlookers didn't say anything, and even Gray Meng Sijia had to believe that he was indeed inferior to Zhao Yan in terms of fighting poetry. He never expected that this inconspicuous little man would become the only opponent who could compete with him today, and this opponent had won two games in a row.

No, this breath is absolutely unbearable, and Gray Meng Sijia is calculating in her heart that she must not lose to him.

As the young lord of Amagi, the only heir of the lord of Amagi, he can't lose to such a hillbilly duke no matter what.

Hovering in his heart for a while, Gray Meng Sijia smiled evilly, and suddenly had an idea.

Politely walked towards Zhao Yan, Gray Meng Sijia said lightly: "Duke Yan's poetry is indeed impressive, I heard you say that you are proficient in poetry and songs, I admire it very much, I very much hope that I can listen to your singing here, I don't know if you are happy." ”

Without giving Zhao Yan a chance to answer, Gray Meng Sijia immediately turned to face Ai Yingsha and said, "Princess Ai Ying, what do you think?"

Ai Yingsha glanced at Gray Meng Sijia happily and sighed, this guy will not give up if he doesn't take revenge today! But this is also good, can he sing?

Ai Yingsha knows very well that Gray Mengsijia's strength is poetry, but his real strength is actually his songs, and it is precisely because of his singing voice that he has gained a very good reputation among the nobility.

And someone privately labeled him the "Prince of Tragedy".

This prince of sad songs offered to compete with others, isn't this obviously bullying?

Because of this, Gray Meng Sijia has never made this request, and it seems that now, he is forced by Zhao Yan to be anxious.

Gray Mengsijia was angry, and the consequences looked serious.

Before Ai Yingsha could agree, the surrounding nobles began to coax, hoping to hear the singing voice of Gray Mengsijia. No matter how Gray Meng Sijia sings, he must not let go of this opportunity as the young city lord of Tiancheng.

If you sing well, you will naturally applaud and whistle, and if you sing badly, you should also applaud, and at best it will be regarded as a joke.

Sing a song, young city lord.

Yes, sing it, sing it!

Although there was a mess underneath, it pushed the atmosphere of Ai Sakura's birthday party to the top. Ai Yingteng recalled in her memory, as if her daughter's birthday party had never been more lively than today.