"When are you?" Obviously, the two didn't expect that Nangong Jin would prepare early.

"Do you think I'm going to let anyone go on forever?" Nangong Jin smiled and glanced at the people on the stage.

Although the county lord of Dongping is enthusiastic, he never praises easily, and there is no graceful flattery.

"Go, get Nangong Jin's poems."

The rule of this spring banquet is that if anyone is curious about who wrote the poem, they can go and get a copy to come back and see, and the lord of Dongping and a few bards will praise what they like, so the number of copies of the poem manuscript can probably be regarded as part of the results of the competition.

"Master Hou, this second issue of the note is here."

Zhang San brought a new round of notes, the content of which was "Beauty. ”

"Beauty?"

For the word beauty in a broad sense, there are thousands of ways to express it, including abstract and non-abstract.

Song Anguo frowned slightly, frantically recalling the verses in his head.

"It's a word in a very broad sense, it can be a person, it can be a thing, but the breadth of this word is precisely his shortcoming." Song Jiayao thought about it, and sure enough, with the increase of links, the difficulty was obviously much greater, beautiful but not vulgar, glamorous but not demonic is reasonable.

"Master Hou?" Zhao Si carefully grinded the ink block, if he said that he understood, he naturally knew that his own Hou Ye was accomplished in all aspects, but after all, he was different from those scholars who often danced and wrote ink.

"The blue waves are sweeping the blue waves, the green trees cover the green grass, the rouge is beautiful, the waves are blowing, the green is moved, and the beauty is stayed."

The appearance of the waves makes people forget the calm lake, the appearance of green trees, people can't see the strong grass, and the beauty under the rouge is also, whisk away the waves, move away the green trees, in order to see the real beauty.

"Haha, Nangong Jin, you are ......"

Song Anguo never thought that Nangong Jin was also a romantic person, this poem is indeed wonderful, but wiping off the rouge of a beauty is inevitably frivolous.

I didn't think it at first, but when I heard Song Anguo's laughter, Song Jiayao's little face was red, what Nangong Jin said was messy.

felt that Song Jiayao was led astray by Song Anguo, but Nangong Jin felt that there was nothing.

"Master Hou, do you want to accept it? This poem is indeed suspected of referring to Sang scolding Huai, or is it ......"

"Then it's changed, anyway, there is General Song."

Nangong Jin directly threw the problem to Song Anguo, and the old god was playing with the folding fan in his hand.

Song Jiayao smiled and didn't say anything, she was really curious about her brother's ability.

"Beauty?" Song Anguo smiled, he really has this ability.

"Dull and light, luteal and soft. The love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why do you need dark red and light blue color, it is the first class of flowers. ”

After a sentence, the ink pen that Zhao Si used to write down obviously trembled.

"Go on." It's been a long time since Song Jiayao came to such a sentence, obviously, this verse should still be there.

"It's gone." Song Anguo is simply, it was stolen anyway, just win a sentence, he really doesn't need to offend people so much, you have to know that you are copyright-conscious.

"General Song, it's really admirable." Zhao Si took it, didn't continue to say anything, and handed the note directly.

"It's really amazing, after all, you can make Zhao Si like this, you are the first." Zhao Si is like this, talented people yearn to talk and laugh, and there is no white ding, right?

Song Anguo felt embarrassed, and he didn't know how to explain it, anyway, he said it, and he couldn't slap his face, right? What's more, who will believe their own explanations?

"Dull and light, luteal and soft. The love is far away, only the fragrance remains. Why do you need dark red and light blue color, it is the first class of flowers. ”

The county lord of Dongping raised his eyes and immediately saw the ladies around him full of praise.

"Nangong Jin...

"Childe!" Lin Wu was cautious and waited, and what Lin An grasped with the white joints of his hands was Nangong Jin's sentence.

This is a poem that I have prepared for a long time, just waiting for an opportunity to shine, but Nangong Jin actually got in the way three times and twice, the first flower banquet last time, and the spring banquet this time.

When literati write poems, many of them are prepared with feelings, and Lin An is like this. Of course, participating in the poetry fighting meeting requires amazing talents, but how many are extraordinary? The usual accumulation is naturally countless, and now the opportunity that fell into Lin An's hands was snatched away by Nangong Jin like this.

"Childe, don't lose a big one because of a small one, it's important to find that adult." Lin Wu reminded him and looked at Lin An cautiously, for fear that his master would make a mistake, but he didn't say it, and he didn't say it.

"Got it." Lin An closed his eyes slightly, no longer making a sound, and naturally lost interest in this spring banquet.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! I don't know who spoke first, and after saying these words, the whole field instantly boiled.

"Today's winner is self-evident, Ping'an Hou is really amazing, amazing." As the organizer, the county lord of Dongping naturally couldn't ignore Nangong Jin's obvious victory.

"Madame..." A woman in a velvet coat appeared in front of the county lord of Dongping and whispered softly.

The people present, almost boiling, obviously did not pay attention to the appearance of such a woman.

"Master Hou, there is a situation." From the beginning of receiving the invitation, Nangong Jin's questions were naturally the object of attention as the host of Dongping County.

"Familiar face?" Nangong Jin looked at the woman, and it was obvious that the woman had just raised her head to meet the other party's gaze.

Song Jiayao naturally followed the look, just glanced at it, and was instantly surprised.

"It's mediocre, I thought it was a big beauty." Song Anguo's light words instantly interrupted Song Jiayao's memories.

"General Song, don't say it too early." Nangong Jin smiled, there is a kind of strange art in this rivers and lakes, called the disguise technique, which has been transmitted from the southern Xinjiang area for a long time, if there are capable people who are proficient in this skill, it can be seen that this so-called ordinary face is really a success.

"The face and neck are clearly not the same color." Song Jiayao also heard about it, and immediately discovered the flaws in it, but this is obviously a fake face, why does it make herself feel so familiar?

"Transfiguration?" Song Anguo was taken aback, for this skill, he had learned about it in modern times, that is, in ancient costume martial arts, but now he heard what Nangong Jin meant.

Song Anguo didn't bother with anything, there were a lot of unbelievable things, and he was not a person who liked to turn the horns, otherwise he would be the most unbelievable.

"Everyone." The county lord of Dongping clapped his hands lightly and immediately caught everyone's attention.

"Today's poetry will be Caitou, the palace has not said, now that there has been a winner, this Caitou Bengong can't sell Guanzi."

In a word, the eyes of those present immediately looked at Nangong Jin, this well-deserved first place has long made people curious, but because of Nangong Jin's usual style, no one dares to step forward.

I don't know when it started, a gentle sound of silk and bamboo came, and it was from behind the ladies of the Dongping County Lord.

There was a sound, and there were bursts of curiosity, and the curious people got up to watch.

"Sit down!" I don't know where a shout came, so that everyone who was excited obediently went back.

Among them, Lin An naturally scolded, who really dared to go wild here?

The person who exited was the strangely dressed woman with a plain appearance.

People didn't pay much attention to this episode, but the slowly undrawn curtain attracted people's attention.

A woman, wearing a slightly simple plain white long brocade robe, embroidered plum blossoms on the fabric with pale gold silk threads, extending from the skirt to the waist, a wide purple belt tightened the thin waist, showing a slender figure. With an exotic face, people can't take their eyes off it, looking back and smiling, Song Jiayao immediately thought of such a sentence.

It is different from the elegance of the women in the capital, and it is even more different from the sexiness of ordinary Western Regions dancing girls. In particular, if you want to describe it like this, it must be unparalleled in the world.

The woman played a good piano, and the musicians behind her were obviously from the palace, and the powerful people of the dynasty naturally recognized them here, but such a performance made those musicians seem to be indiscriminate.

The fingers are smart, the posture is graceful, and Song Jiayao is amazed again and again.

"Nangong Jin, this can't be your color head." Song Anguo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but obviously did not have any good intentions.

Song Jiayao blinked, it could be said that she was not surprised that her brother was provocative, but her eyes couldn't help but wander.

"Song Anguo, even if you are a colorful head, you also admire your talent." Nangong Jin didn't react, but Zhao Si moved.

A dart came out in response, quickly spun and hit the stands of everyone, and with an exclamation, Zhao Si grabbed the dart lightly.

The woman finished playing, and her eyes looked at Nangong Jin fixedly.

"You don't need a dark red or light blue color, it's the first class of flowers. I wonder if Ping'an Hou can talk about it in detail? ”

"Bold!" Zhao Si immediately spoke: "What is the intention of attacking the important ministers of the imperial court?" ”

This dart was shot by the female guard, and now this scene is really beyond expectations.

"Heart, hahaha, Nangong Jin, what do you think I am?"

For this posture, it obviously makes everyone think about it, didn't Hou Mo have any dewy love affair with this beauty?

Song Jiayao looked at Nangong Jin steadily, and her eyes began to be slightly sour, in short, she was uncomfortable.

"Wind Groan, you shouldn't have come at this time." Saying that, Nangong Jin left without looking back, and Zhao Si behind him cautiously glanced at Feng Yin, who knew that Feng Yin smiled lowly, and obviously made everyone wonder why the development of this farce was.

"Miss?" Qing'er screamed in a low voice, and she didn't know why, her young lady's face had not changed, but Qing'er could still feel the unhappiness in the air.

"Nangong Jin, you!" Song Anguo was just about to ask, why did you bring yourself and Song Jiayao just to learn about your Nangong Jin's previous affairs?

Song Jiayao on the side hurriedly grabbed Song Anguo and shook her head meaningfully.

With those dark eyes, Song Anguo did not see anger, forbearance and disappointment, but was a relief. This perception made Song Anguo angry.