Seeing that Ansu wrote poems, the ladies in the audience also showed their talents, Ansu quietly appreciated, sometimes the beautiful scenery in the girls' poems has a unique charm, very likable.

Slowly, a poetry fight came down, and there were very few people present who didn't make poems.

At this time, a young lady was named by her playmate in the boudoir, and everyone echoed her poem.

The named lady stood up and groaned softly.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world! (Su Shi's "Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring Scene)"

As soon as her voice fell, everyone applauded.

An Su only smiled lightly, and opened his mouth to say Su Shi's big words, this young lady is not simple.

Ansu raised her eyes to look at the woman who wrote the poem, well, it was indeed the heroine: Mu Yunan.

Don't ask her how she knows.

Because she often ignored the male and female protagonists in the early days, the company forced her to enlarge the golden aura of the protagonist to the size of a blinding moment, Mu Yunan was shining golden in Ansu's eyes at the moment!

So the heroine is from time in time?

"Good words!"

Even Mrs. Qi opened her mouth to praise it, but An Su was unmoved, how could Su Shi's big words be bad?

The heroine sat down slowly, and Ansu couldn't see her appearance in the light, only knowing that the brocade clothes were embroidered, and they were gorgeous and extraordinary.

A big poem by Su Shi is enough to push the poetry meeting to a climax, and the rest of the people on the field who have not written poems are either confident and easy, or they have already worked out a good poem.

Such as the male protagonist, such as Qi Xian'e, the first talented woman in Beijing.

It's just that everyone on the field didn't dare to pick up behind Mu Yunan for a while, no matter how good the poem is, it will be inferior to Su Shi.

"Sister Mu is so talented, Xianyu is not talented, it took half a day to come up with a poem, please listen to what is lacking."

Qi Xianyu stood up in the octagonal pavilion, and a neat quatrain of the battle was eloquent, the rhetoric was gorgeous, and there were daughters' thoughts in the scene, which was very delicate.

The Qi family has the first talented woman in the capital, and this third lady will probably not be far behind if she takes time.

Eleven-year-old Qi Xianyu picked it up generously, which was really beautiful.

In the audience, Brother Gongzi stood up and couldn't wait to chant a poem:

"The grass is fragrant in the waves,

Rippling clear water.

Thoughts should be self-contained,

The spring breeze is as warm as jade. ”

This person calmly and safely picked up behind Qi Xianyu, only to provoke her red eyes, and the nobles were also so frightened that they couldn't help but gasp.

Dare to openly recite this poem at the garden party, isn't this a challenge to the prestige of the Qi family?

Looking at the octagonal pavilion, Mrs. Qi's fists were clenched, her eyes were sharp, Aunt Fu's motherly teeth were clenched, her face was blue, and even Qi Xian'e shook her fan and glared angrily.

They are too familiar with this poem, this is the poem written by those gentlemen to tease Qi Xianyu, which can be called a big basin of sewage.

This Qi family can't bear it, but it's hard to argue.

Everyone saw Qi Xianlou, the second daughter of the Qi family, walking out of the octagonal pavilion in the wind, standing in the middle of the talented and beautiful people, petite but not delicate, before she could speak, sadness had already come from within.

"In this world, there is such a poem."

Ansu stood in the center of everyone, tears fell quietly, and the end of the sentence trembled three times, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

Sadness and disbelief are intertwined, just like a girl's innocence and beauty are suddenly shattered, panic and anger make her have nowhere to escape, and she has to ask sadly, there is still such a poem in this world.

caused many people to reflect and unconsciously share her sorrow.

Of course, Ansu doesn't cry bitterly, she only cries with pear blossoms with rain, her face without powder is pink, she is panting when she cries, and she is crying with heartache.

The delicate girl cried in the spring breeze, and the spring breeze whined and grieved with her.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder why they were so incomprehensible that they dared to use an unbearable poem to make such a beautiful girl so sad.

Ansu's tears, a little less is not sad, a little more is not pitiful enough, crying can also cry just right, no more than a little cry into the hearts of others.

As everyone knows, the tears of the Great Demon King are the poison that urges life.

[This acting is amazing! ] 】

Just when Ansu was crying, five big words kept rolling in her mind, provoking the Great Demon King to almost break his work.

What is the acting skills, she is obviously revealing her true feelings!

Ansu didn't understand the function of the live broadcast room, and she didn't know what the situation of this font that could float in her mind was, only that the sound of rewarding was endless after the big characters floated by.

Produced by Hanging Bomb Day, it must be a pit goods, and this long and long money prompt almost distracted Ansu.

"Miss Qi Er, what do you mean by this?"

The man who recites poetry can't feel Ansu's sadness, what kind of Raushzi poetry appreciation meeting, he doesn't like it, if it weren't for the three beauties of the Qi family and the famous beauties in Beijing to come, he wouldn't be uncommon.

What he asked made people want to give him a big mouth with righteous indignation.

What poems did he read, he didn't know? And what does it mean to ask with a face? Do you want the fairy-like second lady to interpret this unbearable poem in public?

Ansu's tears hung in the corners of his eyes, and he stared blankly at the person who asked him, retrieving who this person was from the memory of the original owner.

After thinking about it for a while, it turned out to be Wang Yiyuan, the prince of the Northern Prince's Mansion, no wonder he dared to tease the ladies of the Qi Mansion, it turned out that the backstage was not simple.

I saw this person with a sneering face, teasing Miss Qi San with poetry, and now teasing Miss Qi Er with words, he is very proud, right?

An Su sneered in his heart.

"A poem by the son of the world, there is not a word that rhymes, so casual, I am afraid that a seven-year-old child can write it, how can it be called a poem?"

The Great Demon King can't write Li Baida's poems, but he has memorized three hundred words of poem analysis, and from a poetic point of view, this one is indeed not worth mentioning.

"I heard that the eldest lady of the Qi family is the first talented girl in Beijing, but I can't imagine that the second lady also knows poetry so well? Can you give me some advice? ”

The poem was slandered by Ansu, and the prince was not angry at all, this poem was not written by him, rather than tangled in the verses, it was better to take the opportunity to flirt with the beauty to come freely.

Ansu gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief in the wind, standing proudly like plum blossoms, she glanced at Wang Yiyuan out of the corner of her eyes, but there was no him in her eyes.

"The little girl is not talented, she only understands poetry."

Everyone saw that Miss Qi Er resolutely turned around, her back was firm, her steps were compact, and the handkerchief in her hand was gently raised, hanging on the top of the willow tree.

Under the incredible gaze of everyone, An An sat back in the octagonal pavilion.

The veil is on the tree, and if anyone dares to pick it up, the Great Demon King will definitely dismember him on the spot!

It's just a handkerchief, see what you can do.

Who hasn't played the handkerchief again?

Seeing that she didn't look happy, Qi Xian'e sighed lightly and picked up the brocade fan, slowly walked to the exit of the Octagonal Pavilion, and slowly spoke:

"Shengri seeks Fangsi waterfront,

The boundless scene is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side,

Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

("Spring Day" Zhu Xi)"