The second poem is titled "Peony"

The first volume of the brocade is Mrs. Wei, and the embroidery is still piled up by the Yue Ejun.

Flip the jade pendant with your hands and bend your waist to dance the tulip skirt.

Shijia candles have been cut, Xunling incense burner can be smoked.

I am a dream to pass the pen, and I want to send flowers and leaves to the clouds.

The whole poem has a spirit, and the font is strong and powerful, but compared with the previous poem "Peony in front of the step", it is a little worse.

"Although the words are a little worse than the previous one, they are also wonderful."

This poem is cleverly conceived, borrowing things to compare people, and simulating people, borrowing stories such as Mrs. Wei, Yue Ren, Guijia Maiko, Shijia Candle, Xunling incense burner and other stories to describe the graceful appearance of peony flowers and leaves. Finally, on a whim, I wanted to send peony flowers and leaves to the goddess of Wushan. Write peony clearly, secretly praise the beauty, one real and one virtual, unique, really evocative. ”

"Isn't it, I don't know who the beauty in the poem is written about?"

"Needless to say? It must be Sunan Ting. ”

"Yes, he is the first beautiful man in Tongcheng."

Everyone nodded their heads and turned to the third poem, "There is a Lesbian Car"

"There is a lesbian car, Yan Ru Shunhua. Will soar, Pei Yu Qiongju. Bimei Meng Jiang, Xun Mei and Both. There are female peers, Yan Ru Shunying. Will soar, Peiyu will general. Bimei Meng Jiang, Deyin does not forget. ”

Everyone: "......"

This, this is clearly the poem in the "Book of Songs".

Even the children on the street can sing, aren't they fooling them?

"This is clearly an expression of the love song between men and women, where is the word about peony?"

"yes, who the hell wrote it?"

"It's so explicit, it's really insulting."

"I guess it must be the "Book of Songs" copied by Su Nanfeng, I can't write it myself, and I don't understand the meaning, so I copied a random poem."

"Makes sense, that's what I thought."

The spitting stars of the crowd were about to fly to the rice paper, and it was tacitly understood that the rice paper, everyone seemed to have marked it with the mark belonging to Su Nanfeng.

The last song is called "Peony Poem"

Who doesn't love peony flowers, occupy the good things in the city.

Ying is the goddess of Luochuan, and she is very delicate.

This "Peony Poem" is flamboyant and wild, but it does not even reach the strength of the basic outline. The poem is decent, the meaning is clear and concise, and it is also a good poem. ”

"Compared with the previous two songs, this one seems a little ordinary."

"I guess this must have been written by Yan Xijiu."

Although the people in the audience had their own speculations, it was difficult to determine the author of the poem for a while. They can only choose a favorite poem out of public interest.

The final result was somewhat unexpected, "Peony Before the Order" and "Peony" were tied.

The housekeeper was also a little surprised, but fortunately, he was prepared in advance, and he reacted quickly. "Ladies and gentlemen, the winners are Su Nanfeng's group who wrote "Peony Before the Steps" and Huang Wenjie's group who wrote "Peony".

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar.

"What? Did I hear me right? Su Nanfeng's "Peony Before the Steps"? ”

"Mistakenly, how is this possible?"

"How can that ugly man of Su Nanfeng have such a good literary talent? Surely the housekeeper was mistaken. ”

"If it's true, aren't Yan Xijiu and Yan Mengge even inferior to Sunan Feng?"

Even Su Nanting, who was originally quiet, was stunned, and repeatedly browsed the poem "Peony Before the Steps", trying to find clues from it, but he had never seen Su Nanfeng write.

"No way, it's simply not possible."

How could he, a vulgar slut who practiced martial arts, write such good poems?

Su Nanting shook his head, pushed his body back, and accidentally bumped into Huang Wenjie's arms.

Huang Wenjie's frowning brows disappeared, and she felt the delicate figure in her arms, and her heart was happy.

didn't care about whether Su Nanfeng won or lost, she held Su Nanting's shoulders with both hands, so as to stabilize his body.

"Nanting, maybe you're mistaken, you can be careful not to fall."

As soon as Huang Wenjie lowered his head, he could see Sunan Ting's neck as white as snow and round ear beads, and the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together. It caused her body to become a little hot.

Su Nanting nodded and responded softly: "Hmm." ”

His shoulders broke free of Huang Wenjie's big hand slightly, and he raised his eyes and looked at Huang Wenjie with a little shyness.

The eyes that showed a little moisture rushed into Huang Wenjie's heart like a deer, and her delicate face was flushed with a peach blossom-like pink. Between a smile and a smile, it was so beautiful that it was not presentable.

Huang Wenjie was stunned, only to feel that his face was like a peach blossom, and with a little shyness, Sunan Ting was overwhelmed by the country and the city, and it was extremely gorgeous.

The fire in his heart burned even more vigorously, and the tip of his nose was faintly filled with the faint fragrance of a man, and a nameless heat surged up, just to impulsively press Su Nanting under him.

Huang Wenjie's eyes were red, and he was about to reach out and pull Sun Nanting in, but he turned away from her before she could do it, as if he had expected it.

Having lost close contact, she is not easy to be presumptuous. I had to suppress the impulse in my heart, but my gaze at Su Nanting became even hotter.

The butler still said with a faint smile: "You have heard it correctly, and you have not been mistaken. It is the "Peony Before the Steps" written by Sunan Feng Gongzi. ”

When she first saw the poems written by Su Nanfeng, she was no less surprised than everyone else.

If it weren't for the time buffer, I'm afraid she would have been like everyone else.

"How could it be that Su Nanfeng wrote it himself, I think it must have been Yan Zisi who told him."

"If Yan Zisi hadn't helped him, how could he have written good poems."

"I guess Su Nanfeng is just a ghostwriter, where can he have such talent."

……

I don't know if it was too big of an impact on everyone or too deep-rooted for Su Nanfeng's image, and public opinion slowly shifted to Yan Zisi.

Even Su Nanting at this time secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and also thought that it was just Yan Zisi's credit.

"Su Nanfeng has no talent and no virtue, and he will definitely not make such a wonderful poem. Nanting, you don't know your brother yet. ”

Huang Wenjie looked at Su Nanting's brows and relaxed, knowing that he believed everyone's words, and took the opportunity to comfort him.

Her hands were a little dishonest on Su Nanting's shoulders, she lowered her head slightly, approached Su Nanting again, and even the breath of speaking sprayed on Su Nanting's left ear.

Su Nanting's face flushed, and he walked a few steps with his back to Huang Wenjie, looking embarrassed to run away, which directly caused Huang Wenjie to laugh.

But under Huang Wenjie's laughter, Su Nanting's face instantly turned cold, and he looked at his toes with a little disgust in his eyes. His lips were opened, but he didn't make a sound: "Daydreaming, just a concubine." ”

But after thinking about it, Huang Wenjie has a good saying.

Sunan Feng still doesn't understand?

A vulgar person, without salt and virtue, only deserves to be trampled under his feet fiercely, and can never turn over.

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Valentine's Day Theatre:

Beans: "Zi~Si~~~"

Yan Zisi: "......"

Douzi: "Such a beautiful day, you actually drink and sleep here!" Hurry up, go out to enjoy the flowers, and walk on the lantern cruise! Find my little Nanfeng to fall in love and go! ”

Yan Zisi: "Yours? ”

Douzi: "Yes, my little Nanfeng is handsome, cute and cute, I really like it." ”

Yan Zisi: "Like it? ”

Douzi nodded frantically: "Uh-huh." ”

A sword flash flashed

The end of the whole play......