Night Star's expression and eyes at this moment have become serious, and there is no longer a hippie smile.

She raised her head, her clean and clear eyes, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and the bright moonlight reflected on her face, making her whole person look like she was glowing. I only heard her sigh softly, and then chanted aloud.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace...... I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together! ”

When the words fell, everyone was shocked!

Emperor Dongyuan was also full of shock.

Everyone looked at the night star with amazed eyes, no one could imagine that such a small person as her could recite such an atmospheric and exquisite poem, perfectly outlining a kind of bright moon in the sky, lonely and far away realm atmosphere!

And Mrs. Guo was even more shocked to doubt life! Because of this level of poetry, it has obviously reached a height that he can't reach, but it comes out of the mouth of a young maid like Night Star......

While everyone was still amazed by the poems, Ye Xing pretended to sigh deeply, and said quietly: "I really didn't expect that the poems I improvised a few years ago were listened to by others. It's a pity, it's only used at the beginning, it's a pity! ”

Hearing this, Ye Wufang's whole face turned green, and she used almost all her strength to keep herself sane and not let her expression become distorted. However, she was obviously about to endure it to the limit, and her nails were embedded in her palms and were about to bleed.

"You...... Why do you say that you did it? Ye Wufang glared at the night star fiercely, his face was blue and white for a while, and he gritted his teeth unbearably.

Night Star smiled slightly, and said very calmly and generously: "Because, not only can I compose such a poem, but I will also compose other poems!" Second sister, since you are unkind to me first, don't blame me for being unrighteous later! ”

Ye Wufang was so angry by Ye Xing's words that he trembled all over, and almost bit a mouthful of silver teeth!

"A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone. ”

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red, and thin......"

Three poems in a row, it seems to be just a casual recitation, but on the contrary, every sentence is classic, every word is beautiful, and every word seems to poke into people's hearts!

Mrs. Guo looked at the girl in front of her stupidly, and a look of shame slowly appeared on her old face.

He suddenly knelt down in front of Emperor Dongyuan with a "poof", his face was full of remorse, and he cried bitterly: "Please forgive your majesty...... The old minister is guilty! The old minister told a lie and gave false testimony, and he deserved death...... The old minister is incompetent, and the old minister has no shame to live in the world! ”

Emperor Dongyuan didn't expect that Guo Taifu would have such a huge reaction, his face changed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Guo Taifu, you just said that you told a lie?" In other words, the poem was not written in the night? ”

"The old minister is guilty...... The old minister has nothing to say! ”。

Mrs. Guo had obviously collapsed at this time, not because she was afraid of other people's eyes. Instead, he thought he was proficient in writing and ink, but he couldn't write decent poetry all his life! His poems can't be compared with the poems that Nightstar has written today! He has lived for so many years, but he can't even compare to a yellow-mouthed child, does he still have the face to be this civil official, to be this master?!