The corners of Ling Feng's mouth couldn't help but sneer, but it was something else.

For example, if you are an Oiran, you don't want people to easily see your appearance, play mysterious, play ambiguous, so as to attract more eyeballs, what is the hall master of the Seven Immortals Hall is just playing more subtle with this means, and this young lady is only showing traces now, and he is not surprised.

At this time, the pleasant female voice came crisp and gentle: "As the saying goes, 'those who come are guests', since everyone is here, they are my Xiangfei'er's guests, and whoever is injured in the two of them is also messing up the way of hospitality." ”

Yan Chaomu was silent for a while, and sighed: "Miss Xiang'er, don't you know that this surname Feng has always been wrong with me, and when the two meet, there is a fight, but since you said it, I can't help but sell your favor to Xiang'er." ”

Speaking of which, the swallow's nest curtain looked back at the wind.

I only heard Feng Jue say coldly, "Hmph, don't look at me, I naturally won't lose Miss Xiang'er's face!" ”

After listening to their conversation, Xiang Fei'er seemed to be covering her lips and chuckling, and suddenly said coquettishly: "The little woman has thanked me in advance, I will publish two poems now, you can make a poem, and the poems you write can only enter the cabinet if they meet the requirements of the subject matter at the same time, otherwise, it is only to blame the little woman for not having a chance to meet you." ”

"Miss Xiang'er, please ask for the question!"

"Please ask!"

"Please advise ......"

For a while, the people present couldn't wait to speak out.

"Okay, sons, please listen carefully!" The coquettish voice came out of the hall again, "The first theme is to write a small poem according to the characteristics and changes of the four seasons of 'spring, summer, autumn, and winter', and the second is to write a poem with the four scenes of 'wind, moon, mountain, and water'. ”

When the people heard this, they didn't have time to think.

Feng Jue smiled and said: "The water wind is in spring, the hot wind controls the heat, the autumn wind swings the leaves, the cold wind roars, these four wind quatrains, I don't know if this is in line with Miss Xiang'er's mind?" ”

The wind is sold out, and all the talents are suddenly: "Yes, the water and wind spring travel refers to the spring waterscape, the hot wind controls the heat, it refers to the summer climate, the autumn wind swings the leaves, and it also refers to the autumn leaf falling scene, the cold wind roars, and it is the anthropomorphism of winter, but these are nothing, and what is even more absolutely is that in this poem, it is inseparable from the word 'wind', that is, the wind has his name embedded in it, this kind of talent is really shocking." ”

Everyone paused, only to hear Xiang Fei'er suddenly sigh and say: "Okay, I have heard that the jade-faced wind for a long time is known as 'ghost talent', and when I saw it today, it really opened the eyes of the little woman, Feng Gongzi, please come in." ”

Feng Juelang laughed, and was about to enter, Yan Chaomu sneered: "Why are you in a hurry, after listening to the poems of Young Master Ben, it is not too late for everyone to go in together." ”

Feng Jue Leng looked at the Yan's Nest curtain, and immediately stopped, he wanted to see what kind of poems this guy could not make.

After a little silence, he listened to Yanchao's curtain: "Wind and rain in all directions, corrupt the cold, mock the wind and the moon, and kill the scenery!" ”

When everyone heard this, suddenly some people burst out laughing and applauded.

The fat man didn't understand the meaning of the poem when he heard it, and wondered: "Brother Ling, what are they laughing at, is it because his poems are not good, but why should they be applauded?" ”

Ling Feng forced a smile and said, "How can it be bad, it's just amazing!" ”

The fat man was even more puzzled: "He made such a good poem, so what are you all laughing at?" ”

Ling Feng said: "Wind and rain in all directions, corrupting the cold, mocking the wind and making the moon, killing the scenery, this poem is composed of four idioms of the word 'wind', which not only implies the change of the four seasons, the meaning of connecting the beginning and the end, but also scolds the wind for a bloody dog, you say that this kind of poem can make people not laugh, not good!" ”

At this time, Feng Jue's face was blue and white, and his eyes were full of anger staring at the swallow's nest curtain, and the atmosphere was hot again, and now he knew why this swallow's nest curtain wanted him to stay and listen to him compose poems.

"Okay, Yanchao Curtain Boy and Wind Absolute Boy are invited to enter the cabinet!" At this time, Xiang Fei'er seemed to hold back a smile and spoke.

"The friend who gave the poem just now, Yan Mou thanked me here, this poem is relieving." Yan Chao Mu suddenly laughed, when the first walked into the palace, the people who stayed looked at each other, daring to feel that this poem was not written by Yan Chao Mu himself, but someone else.

When Feng Jue heard this, he glanced coldly at all the people present, as if he wanted to find out the 'culprit' of this poem, but seeing that everyone's faces were full of doubts, he snorted coldly, followed and walked into the palace.

Next, I saw dozens of sons and brothers rushing to finish offering poems and entering the palace, but the more the cold fat man looked, the more anxious he became, the more chaotic his heart became, this guy is used to eating, drinking and having fun, what kind of poems can he make at this time.

The tip of his nose was already a little bead of sweat, and when he suddenly saw Ling Feng's leisurely appearance, his heart moved, and he hurriedly patted Ling Feng and said, "Brother Ling, can you give me a poem." ”

Ling Feng looked at the cold fat man with a smile, and suddenly muttered a few words.

The cold fat man was still stupid and stupid before, but in the end, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and as soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the fat man suddenly put on his clothes, put his hands behind his back, pretended to think hard, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Jiangcheng is like a picture, and the mountains are looking at the clear sky." The rain catches the mirror, and the double bridge falls into the rainbow. The people are cold orange grapefruit, and the autumn color is old sycamore. Who reads the north upstairs, and the wind is full of thanks. ”

"In the next small poem, I will write a poem on the four scenes, and say hello to Miss Xiang'er." After the fat man sold his full posture, he said loudly.

"Damn, the poems of the Tang Dynasty poet Ling Bai came out of the mouth of this dead fat man, it's really a waste!" Ling Feng secretly cursed and laughed in his heart.

"The river city is picturesque, and the mountains are looking at the clear sky. The rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge......" A pleasant female voice came, crisp and gentle, as if telling the girl's heart, soft and gentle, and the poetry in this poem was expressed vividly and vividly.

"Is this poem really written by Gongzi, it's the first time Xiang'er has heard such a beautiful poem!" At this time, this poem was read by Xiang Fei'er, the poem sound is harmonious, the meaning is especially timeless, and there seems to be an indescribable feeling, integrated into the realm of this poem.

The originally noisy and noisy crowd here, after hearing the fat man recite this poem, was also extremely quiet, and he couldn't see that this fat man had such a talent.

Xiang Fei'er read this poem again, as if she was still immersed in that beautiful realm, and she had not revisited it for a long time.

The cold fat man also didn't expect that this poem would make such a big movement, after being stunned, he came back to his senses, his face was full of joy, and then he looked back at Ling Feng, his face showed a look of shock again, this poem was told to him by Ling Feng, doesn't this mean that this brother is more 'ghost' than that 'ghost talent'.

(End of chapter)