The three of them followed behind the talents, looking a little cramped and uneasy, Xiu Ran thought that Zhou Yunyi was here, but also because he was a frequent visitor here, or he knew the old bustards here, turtles and the like, but they could prepare a quiet and secret wing room for them, which showed Zhou Yunyi's appearance, and he couldn't help but be angry, this guy didn't have a plan.

"Why the hell did you choose to be here?" Xiu Ran asked angrily.

"Me?" Zhou Yunyi pretended to be familiar with the way and said, "It's good here." ”

"What's the good thing, I think you men are just lustful, but they are also beauties, what can be non-vulgar." Haian rolled his eyes.

"Knowing lust and admiring Shaoai." Zhou Yunyi ignored it.

"Brother Xiu Ran, I believe in you." Hai'an suddenly turned to Xiu Ran and said.

"Huh? What the? "I don't know what to do.

"I mean... What you just said ... And I blamed you for it, I thought you were here for the Oiran girl. Haian said squirmed.

Seeing this, Xiu Ran felt that she was so cute, so he touched her hair, in fact, Hai'an dressed as a man, but she was also very handsome.

But soon, Hai'an and Xiu Dye no longer complained about Zhou Yunyi's location, because this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is really like the fairy palace, although it is only a flag tower, but it is also very properly arranged, all the talents can sit down under the flag tower in the courtyards, there are fine wines on the table, smell drunk, fragrant for thousands of miles, and what is more wonderful is that I don't know where to come from, I can hear the sound of "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", but far away, only faintly heard, adding grace and mystery, more like a fairyland on earth.

"Brother Zhou, you have chosen a good place." Hai An looked left and right, his eyes couldn't stop at all, and he praised at the same time.

"Now, do you understand?" Zhou Yunyi whispered.

The three of them sat around a gazebo, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared early, and the ink made the best oil smoke ink, and the people with the fragrance of ink were clear, as if the pen could be written.

Xiu Ran frowned and said, "But this place is not hidden enough, how can we discuss it?" ”

"Don't worry." Zhou Yunyi didn't have a trace of worry.

Hai'an saw that this place was fun, so he echoed: "Yes, Brother Xiu Ran, this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is such a fairy land, so it is right to enjoy it first." ”

Thinking about it, the body of the saint is not heavy now, how can it be idle for two or three days, why rush for a while?

"That's fine." Xiu Dye responded to the way, and then the three of them followed all the talents, and tried to write poems that could impress the young lady under the pen left and right.

Hai Anshang is still young, and his mind is full of thoughts about the thoughts of those girls, looking at the silhouette of the dye in front of him who is covered by broken hair, his heart is messy, and he writes:

Chang'an is bleak, and the cold temple blows the swing rope. Only then did acacia rise, and the osmanthus fell in a courtyard. Luo's shirt is too thin, and there is no other clue. The city is foggy, the slanting sun is not there, and the shadow is alone.

In fact, Xiu Dye should not know how many sunset evenings, Hai'an is like this to look at the osmanthus flowers in the garden under the slanting sun, full of feelings and have to drink with wine.

After Hai'an finished writing, he looked at Xiu Dye's serious stroke by stroke, and leaned over to take a look, only to see that it was written on the paper:

Drinking and looking at Chang'an, the Han Pavilion is silent. Often hate the body to fail the wishes, willow trees, vaguely old Tang Taibai Mountain.

Or with a companion, a green woman and a red man. Since the lake to relieve the blue boat, a sigh, a sigh, the blue bird Hu is gone.

Xiu Ran sighed that he was in the middle of the court a lot of awkwardness and unbearable, but there was no solution, but the wishful thinking should be a secret promise, but I didn't know the sweetheart's intentions.

Xiu Ran saw Hai'an poke her head over to see, and she didn't dodge, she just looked at Hai'an with a smile, and she didn't know if she understood or didn't understand.

But Zhou Yunyi was alone on the side, and quickly put pen to paper:

The idle rain and flowers fly into the night, and the Lanting Xie Tang is devastated. Qiu Gui sends incense to a cold dream. In the old days, green plums were good, and haggard was also related.

The most annoying lack of moon after dredging, do not teach people to spend the spring mountain. It is also difficult to continue pouring ink and smoke. How much Chang'an hates, and keeps cutting his eyebrows.

This sigh is not so much a sigh for himself, a sigh for his helpless life, seeing others rise and fall, independent of the world, but have to fall into the world, or not, or not.

After the three of them finished writing the square paper, the turtle took it away and showed it to the young lady.