Nan Angui looked at the talents below who were eager to try, and only then did he realize that although his eldest brother was not very old, he still had some ways to control people. And the other two sons are really giving face this time, otherwise they won't be able to achieve this effect.

In a slightly more unpleasant phrase from later generations, the role they now play is To.

Thinking about it, my eldest brother also guessed what he wanted to do, but if he was really useless and didn't have real talent to learn, even if the eldest brother found himself to support himself, he wouldn't be able to seize this opportunity, right?

Nan Anzhuo's mind drifted away, and the people below were impatient, and they all said: "Second Miss, just hurry up, and the smell of that pastry will dissipate in a while." ”

"That's right, Second Miss, we have gathered famous talents from all over the country here, and you don't have to worry that we can't answer the link you came out."

Even Nan Chengan looked at her sister with some interest, she hadn't heard of her excelling in poetry and poetry before, if she felt embarrassed now, it wouldn't hurt to give her one herself.

It is impossible for Nan An Gui to search for dry intestines in such a short period of time to produce any earth-shattering ghosts and gods, after all, the original Nan An Gui has not read any books.

But even if everyone in later generations has not read it in detail, how much will they memorize a few Tang poems and Song lyrics, right?

Nan Angui was not surprised, looking at those talented people who were moved, Nan Angui smiled, but I don't know how the people of this dynasty compare with those in the ancient times of later generations, those are all poems that have been recited through the ages!

So Nan Angui smiled and said: "The little girl is only a shallow learner, and everyone should not laugh at the Shanglian." ”

"My Shanglian is 'On the Sand and Poultry on the Pond', I don't know what you think?" Nan'an chose a song poem, and she couldn't say the specific name, but the second half of the poem was very beautiful.

She looked at the crowd in the room, wondering if anyone could enter her eyes.

The people below were a little stunned after listening to this link, but after Nan Angui wrote out the link with pen and paper, everyone also understood and thought about it one after another.

This sentence is not difficult to say, and it is not easy to say.

Although it is just a simple patchwork of several images, the two consecutive words make this sentence unique.

Even the man in purple frowned and thought about it, he didn't expect that the woman who was rude to him that night would have such attainments in literature.

Even Nan Cheng'an next to him was a little sideways, and he still knew the details of the second sister, but he didn't expect to be able to write such a game.

Nan Chengan also pondered carefully, if he wanted to come out, it might not be so easy.

The people below fell into thought, and from time to time someone said a sentence, which was originally a very talented sentence, was bland and boring at the back of this sentence, and even Nan Chengan and the two other sons were not satisfied, let alone want to make Nan An Gui nod.

Just when everyone couldn't speak, a man dressed in purple walked up to the front and said loudly: "I have a sentence I want to ask the second lady for advice now, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Nan Chengan and the others were stunned when they saw this person, others didn't know the identity of this man in purple, but they knew it clearly.

Yan Miaoyu, the purple-clothed prince, is the younger brother of today's saint and the solid backing of the entire dynasty, leading a pair of soldiers and horses to beat the Xiongnu in the north for several years.

On weekdays, Shenlong saw the beginning but did not see the end, but he didn't expect to appear on this poetry club, his identity is more valuable than the identities of everyone else on this poetry club combined.

Just as they were about to salute, several of them saw Yan Miaoyu make a gesture, and immediately understood that the prince did not want to reveal his identity.

But in an instant, Nan Chengan frowned again, there is indeed no problem now, but what if the pair that the prince said makes Nan Angui dissatisfied and makes the prince angry?

"I heard that the second lady was born with a sinking fish and a goose, and she was ashamed of the moon and flowers, but I didn't expect to see it today, and it was really better than other ladies in the capital." Yan Miaoyu smiled and said.

Nan Angui was a little embarrassed, of course she recognized the person in the audience, but she didn't say much in front of so many people, she couldn't say that she had a "skin-to-skin relationship" with others, right?

"This boy is wrong." Nan Angui said with a smile, but there was also a pimple in his heart, this was obviously a little thief, but he was just extraordinary, and he actually wanted to challenge the poetry club, did he think that he was a genius like Yang Qiao, the general's concubine, who could write and martial arts?

"On the sand and on the pond, this is indeed a good couplet, so many talented people have not come out, then I will be ugly." Yan Miaoyu avoided the important and light, and did not say what he guessed about this pair, but directly led to what he wanted to say: "The next link I am right is - the clouds break through the moon and come to make shadows." ”

As soon as Yan Miaoyu's words fell, everyone exclaimed.

Because this lower link is even more powerful than that upper link, the key is to connect the two words to form a very beautiful night picture.

Nan Angui was also stunned for a moment, this is the second half of the original word, this guy, shouldn't he also cross over?

This is secondary, the key is that his brother and two sons directly praised it, for fear that they would say half a "no".

"This link is very good, there is nothing to say at all. And I think even if I write this link, I guess it's at this level. Nan Chengan nodded fiercely a few times and said, looking at Yan Miaoyu approvingly.

To be honest, I was afraid of the power of the purple-clothed prince before, but now I really think that his literary skills are very good.

"In that case, today's jackpot will be given to this son." Cui Wen, who presented awards at previous poetry conferences, is also saying now.

He has already said so, and others have to agree, after all, people won this poetry meeting with their true talents, everyone made attempts, but they didn't succeed, and the readers are always relatively simple, so naturally they won't say much.

"In that case, this son, you have gained control of this box of shortbread." Nan Angui also nodded and said. With his hand, he pointed to the box of shortbread.

"I wonder if the second lady has named this box of shortbread?" Yan Miaoyu smiled, and the fan in his hand shook gently.

"Guiyu Qingming crisp, this is the name given to it." Nan Angui said softly.