"Since my sister has proposed, then I'll make a poem for you first, okay, what do you think?" Xu Qingshuang smiled and said to everyone in this banquet.

Everyone praised it, Li Xiaoran looked at her posture, and she was also a little looking forward to it, she wanted to see what kind of flowers this official family could make.

"It just so happened that Sister Yu invited us to a banquet today, so I'll write a poem based on the banquet, don't laugh at me." Xu Qingshuang said to everyone with a grin, but looking at her appearance, she seemed to be very confident.

"Tonight's good banquet is hard to show for joy. The kite is exciting, and the new sound is wonderful. Lingde sings high words, knows the music and listens to its truth. Together, the meaning is not extended. Life is sent for a lifetime, and it is like a storm. Why don't you take a high step and ask for Lu Jin first. Doing nothing to keep the poor and cheap, and often working hard. ”

After Xu Qingshuang slowly finished reading the poem, he took a big breath, and then said to everyone with a smile: "What do you think? ”

"This is a good poem! This poem is really well written! Everyone was amazed, and some people seemed to have fallen into that artistic conception, and they were still reminiscing about the ethereal atmosphere for a long time.

"But I seem to have heard that Li Xiaoran has been known as a talented woman for a long time, I wonder if you can ask Miss Li to write a poem for us?" Someone in the seat suddenly spoke, and after everyone came back to their senses, they also responded.

"Yes, I seem to have heard of it before, Miss Li, she has been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, yes, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Xu Qingshuang felt very uncomfortable after hearing this, and thought fiercely in his heart: This Li Xiaoran suddenly stole the limelight from herself, but looking at her appearance, she doesn't seem to be able to compose poetry, and she has lost her memory and suffers from illness, let you steal the limelight from me today, I want to fix you well.

Xu Qingshuang sneered and immediately said: "That's right, Sister Li, why don't you make a poem for us, my sister is a talented girl, I think everyone will listen to it, and Sister Yu also wants to hear it." After finishing speaking, he saw Yu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the center of the banquet, and made a look that no one paid attention to.

After Li Xiaoran heard Xu Qingshuang's words, he felt that his mentality had collapsed, how could I compose a poem, this girl was going to push me into the fire pit, and I didn't provoke her, what should I do?

Li Xiaoran shook his head, while thinking of a way to deal with it in his heart, if he didn't say it, it wouldn't be very face-saving, but if he did, he wouldn't be able to compose poetry at all, my God, this girl, it's really a headache.

"Sister has thought about it, or because of amnesia, I forgot how to compose poetry, it doesn't matter, let's forgive you!" Xu Qingshuang said quickly, as if he was giving Li Xiaoran a step down.

This drew out the anger in Li Xiaoran's heart, and after sneering, he said coldly: "I don't know much, but it's still a little bit, listen well!" ”

"After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised. The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent. To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree. ”

After all, Li Xiaoran is still an online writer, and he still has some knowledge reserves, and after saying this poem, he thought in his heart: Fortunately, the old lady usually likes to read, otherwise she would have been planted in the hands of this girl this time.

"This poem is well written! The person who wrote this poem, he should have wanted to convey this meaning. 'I have already experienced the pain of parting from the end of the world, and I can't imagine that when I return to my hometown, the old people have withered like flowers. I remember that I was separated from her at that time, relatively speechless, only choked on my chest with sorrow, and now only the green window and blue sky are left, but it is no longer the scenery at that time.

I want to tell about the lovesickness under the lonely lamp of this firefly, and the lovesickness after parting. However, a little new joy evokes endless old hatreds. What can't be kept in the world is the youth that is gone in the mirror and the fallen flowers that drift away from the tree. 'Miss Li, is this what you wrote?' It's amazing to have such experience and feelings at such a young age! ”

After Li Xiaoran finished "reciting" the poem, a person at the banquet suddenly said that this instantly made Li Xiaoran a little confused, and he was discovered so quickly.

"What do you mean? Do you mean that it is possible that this poem was not written by Sister Li? Xu Qingshuang instantly grabbed that little kitten and said, just this little kitten can make Li Xiaoran unable to get off the stage, so Xu Qingshuang's goal will be achieved, at least Xu Qingshuang thinks so.

"Miss, Wang Yingzai is the number one poet in Bianjing, he has been proficient in ancient poetry since he was a child, and he has an extraordinary understanding of poetry, but I didn't expect you to write such a good poem, Miss!"

Ling'er knew that Li Xiaoran might not know the person in front of her, and immediately introduced this person.

"It was true that I did not write this poem, but it was given to me by a friend of mine when he was chatting with me, and I wrote it down." Li Xiaoran can only tell the truth now, but now she feels that Xu Qingshuang is really annoying, and she always feels that she can't get along with her.

"No wonder that's the case, can you introduce this person to me, I want to exchange poetry and songs with him." Wang Yingjiao showed the enthusiasm of intellectuals and said as if he was very eager.

"You didn't write it, you used other people's hearts to deceive us, it's not good, sister." Xu Qingshuang showed a sneer, and immediately said.

"This friend of mine, you shouldn't be able to see him, he's gone." Li Xiaoran could only say this to Wang Yingzai.

Because this writer is a modern author, the original author's name is Wang Guowei, and the name of the poem is "Butterfly Loves Flowers". You can't let this ancient person meet a modern person, it's not a mess.

"I'm just warming up, and then I'll conquer you with my own poems, you have to accept and prepare!" Li Xiaoran's enthusiasm was ignited, and she is now starting to be serious, and the serious meeting will be this Xu Xu Qingshuang.

And Xu Qingshuang just shrugged her shoulders, with an expression of a melon-eating crowd, it is estimated that she wants to watch Li Xiaoran's good show.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

Li Xiaoran still couldn't think of a poem in a short time, so he could only use this to deal with Xu Qingshuang, anyway, these people in the banquet didn't know.

Who knew that the biggest reaction was not Xu Qingshuang's surprise, but Wang Yingzai's feelings, as a poet, he said immediately.

"It's a good poem! Miss Li, worthy of being a talented girl! No. 1 in Bianjing! ”

Li Xiaoran didn't expect Wang Yingjiao to be so excited, and Wang Yingzai's excitement was also brought to everyone in the banquet, and everyone shouted together: "Talented girl!" Talented! ”

At this time, Li Xiaoran was stunned again, feeling flattered, and in his heart he wanted to thank the predecessors of "Qin Guan", if it weren't for his poems, he would have been planted here today.

And Xu Qingshuang's face was very unsightly, from clear and white to angry purple, but it immediately returned to normal.

Yu Xiaoxiao, as a melon-eating crowd, watched it for so long before he began to say:

"Li Xiaoran did write a good poem, and she is also known as a talented woman, and Xu Qingshuang is also very good, but even if it is a little bit, you have to come on!"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Qingshuang's impression of Li Xiaoran in her heart slowly became bad, she thought in her heart: It's not enough to steal my limelight, and let Sister Yu praise you, I must make you unable to come to the stage today, otherwise I won't be surnamed Xu!

"Sister Li's poems are well written, I don't know what to do with the guqin, since I was a child, I heard that my sister is proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting every time, I believe that the guqin can't stop my sister, right?"

After Xu Qingshuang finished speaking, he secretly thought in his heart: I don't believe it, you can compare with me with the guqin, my guqin was taught by Master Xu Yan, hum!

Li Xiaoran didn't know what Xu Qingshuang was going to do? How do you feel that you have been targeting yourself, but you haven't offended him, what the hell is going on?

"Sister Yu, lend me your piano to play!" Xu Qingshuang knew that Yu Xiaoxiao had a very good guqin, and he could borrow it from Yu Xiaoxiao by taking this opportunity.

"It seems that my sister knows that I have a good piano, and my piano name is: Lu Qi, so I can borrow you to play."

There is an inscription in the "Luqi" piano that says "Tongzi Hejing", that is, the essence of the combination of paulownia wood and zinc wood. It is like getting "green Qi", like getting a treasure. Yu Xiaoxiao introduced to everyone at the banquet.

The maid took the piano to the center of the banquet, Xu Qingshuang immediately stepped forward, she carefully observed the piano, her eyes were full of tenderness, she stroked the piano body with her immature hands, and couldn't help muttering: "What a good piano!" ”

Then plucked a string with his hand, and the sound of the spring slowly chanted, like a heavenly sound, and then it began to play.

After the performance, Yu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but say: "This song is like spring and white snow, the sound of nature, this song should only be in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world!" ”

Xu Qingshuang smiled happily, he smiled very happily, Li Xiaoran should admit defeat, I don't believe that he can win me like this. Xu Qingshuang said extremely confidently in his heart.

"It's your turn, will you come, or won't?" Xu Qing said defiantly in both directions.

"Why don't I come, this is coming!" Li Xiaoran also responded without showing weakness.

Li Xiaoran omitted those movements, sat next to the piano, and played directly, and during the performance, everyone was intoxicated with the beautiful notes.

After playing, Li Xiaoran said: "I don't need my sister to comment on me, I can express my piano sound in one word, if you don't believe it, you can listen to me." ”

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, the small strings are cut like whispers, the big strings and small strings are misplayed, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate."

"This is our evaluation, a song of Qingpingle, for everyone!"

Thunderous applause rang out in the banquet, and everyone at the banquet shouted:

"Nice! There has never been such a good tune. ”

"A song of peace and happiness is the end of life." Our great poet Wang Yingzai said even more.

This situation made Li Xiaoran's face red, and this feeling is like a star, which is called a stimulus.