The woman was so angry by Liuyue's words that she threw her sleeves and left.

They are trying to compete in poetry, the woman has already made a poem after a stick of incense, let everyone circulate, everyone after reading the face became ugly, for Liuyue a young lady from the countryside Zhuangzi came back, they feel that this poem has been a perfect victory.

Only Gu Annuan and Gu Anxin pursed their mouths disapprenosingly, underestimating them that they were going to lose very badly.

Then Liuyue wrote a poem on the paper, and everyone saw that she was so fast and wrote a poem without thinking about it, and they all felt that Liuyue was dying to save face and suffer a crime, and she would be slapped in the face later.

The woman smiled: "If the third lady can't do it, don't force it, otherwise it will be very embarrassing to lose." ”

Liuyue rolled her eyes at her, ignoring her, she gritted her teeth in anger.

Everyone got Liuyue's poem book and thought about it perfunctorily, after all, they are from their own country, no matter how bad they write, they have to give a face, after all, it is very good for people to have the courage to come to power.

But at first glance, it was amazing, what did they see? Liuyue's poems are simply ingenious, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece, some people still rub their eyes and look at it again, and see that they are really not wrong, everyone is ecstatic, they are going to win, they are really going to win.

Nan Nianyan sat on the main seat, watching everyone's perfunctory attitude at first, then surprised and then ecstatic, he couldn't help frowning, curious about what kind of poem would make everyone have such a change of attitude, so he ordered someone to take a copy.

Immediately shocked, stunned, and ecstatic.

Then he laughed: "Hahahahaha, what a good poem, a good poem." ”

Liuyue pouted very indifferently, what is this? She could come up with hundreds of such poems, although she didn't write them herself.

She muttered secretly in her heart: All the great poets of China, thank you very much, thank you very much.

Liuyue, as a traverser, was born with a golden finger, okay?

"A foot of crimson is better than qu dust, and the old is not as good as the new. Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai. The bottom of the well is lit with deep candles, and the Gonglang is a long line of Mo Go. Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know. Hahahahaha, what a good poem! Prime Minister Luo Lude said with a smile.

The woman's face turned pale after listening to Liuyue's poem, and she couldn't write such a poem even if she was extremely poor. She was still laughing at others just now, and now her face really hurts.

Jiayin was also incredulous after listening to the poem, what happened? Obviously, she inquired, and the three of them all came back from Zhuangzi in the countryside, how could they have such talents?

There was no surprise that Liuyue won this game, or a complete victory, and everyone was very happy.

Only after Gu Annuan heard this poem, she thought of her past life, although this poem is a longing for love, but the first few sentences also say the pain in love.

"A foot of crimson is better than qu dust, and the old is not as good as the new. Hehuan peach pit is hateful in the end, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai. Hehe, that's not wrong at all. Gu Annuan's eyes flashed a little painful, since ancient times, he only heard the newcomer laugh, and the old man cried.

Nan Liyan, who had been observing Gu Annuan, looked at Gu Annuan after hearing this poem, and became a little confused from being plain as water, and finally it turned out to be pain, and that pain was simply overwhelming, and the breath around her body was a little depressed.

Nan Liyan's gaze changed, could it be that she was hurt?

Although he had never heard of this poem, he understood the meaning of the poem, which said that the red dress had become pale yellow over time, and since ancient times, the old things have not been as pleasing as the new ones. And you and I should be more in love than Jin Jian, but helplessly, you have someone else in your heart, which makes me hate you.

Nan Liyan's eyes were dim when he looked at Gu Annuan, as if something was surging.