"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. 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. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world"

"Turn to 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, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"Good words, good words" Huang Chong held the ink paper in his hand and sighed uncontrollably, looking as if he had made this poem himself.

Huang Chong, who finished writing first, looked at the crowd who were still crying, and was in a good mood, you turtles, as soon as Su Shi's poem came out, what else could write about the moon compare with, this is not a win.

"Well, I'll be able to see this poetry fairy soon, I don't know how beautiful the real person is, I'm really looking forward to it" Huang Chong sat on the chair and thought about what to say when he met Shirou, to be honest, Huang Chong hasn't talked about a girlfriend yet, do you want to say to Shirou like he used to communicate with Miss, "Miss, how much is a night, and it's a night?" Huang Chong believed that as long as he said this, he would definitely be kicked out.

The time of half a pillar of incense passed quickly, and the maids in the audience came down to collect everyone's poems, and as a result, only three of the more than 30 people on the scene wrote it, namely Huang Chong and Lei Zhenping, and people in their thirties, after all, it is not so easy to write a poem or word in such a short time.

The red clothes put a mark on the paper of the three people, and asked the maid to send it to the young lady quickly.

"Miss, the poem is here" The voice of the maid Xiaocui sounded again in the small attic.

"Is it Xiao Cui, come in," said the voice of Red Sleeves from inside.

"Miss, there are three people who have made poems, please take a look"

Shirou took the three-child paper in Xiaocui's hand, and several other people hurriedly came to her, intending to see how these poems were doing, Shirou glanced at the sisters and looked directly at the handwriting on the first paper.

"Moon"

The moon in the sky is round and round

Shine in the water to the jade plate

A school of fish swims over

The jade plate is broken into two or three pieces

The fish were so scared that they ran away

Flee all the way to the pond

Take a step back and take a look

The moon is still round and round

"Poof" After reading this poem, the women covered their mouths and chuckled.

"Woo, I'm laughing to death, this is a poem" Red Sleeves covered his mouth and tried his best to hold back a laugh, laughing and shrugging his shoulders.

"Xiaocui, who wrote this poem" Shirou asked Xiaocui after looking at it for a while.

"Miss, this one was made by Chen Gongzi," Xiao Cui replied with a glance at the marks on the paper.

"Oh, it's the sour Xiucai who is in his thirties and always comes to pester his sister, no wonder, haha" Tianyin had a suddenly realized expression.

Shirou reluctantly took the first piece of paper and put it aside, looking at the second one.

"Worship the New Moon"

Open the curtain to see the crescent moon

Then he went down to the ladder and bowed

Whisperers don't listen

The north wind blows the nepot

"Hey, second sister, this poem is good," the eldest sister Yun Ling said softly.

"Yes, eldest sister, I think so too, this poem seems to be written by me" Tianyin also agreed.

"Well, it's pretty good, Xiaocui, which boy did this," Shirou asked as she prayed that it wasn't the fat boy from last time.

"This is made by Lei Gongzi," Xiao Cui said

"Lei Gongzi, which Lei Gongzi" Red Sleeves said a little confused.

"What else can be a Lei Gongzi, that is Lei Zhenping, the young gang leader of the Black Tiger Gang, you little confused and forgetful, I can't imagine that his writing is so good" Tianyin stretched out his hand and gently pinched the little face of the red sleeves.

"I hate it, don't pinch other people's faces" Red Sleeves slapped off the little hands on his face with disgust.

"If it's him, it's not bad" Shirou thought of Lei Zhenping's handsome face, and said comfortingly to herself.

"There is only the last one left, if it is not as good as Lei Gongzi, choose Lei Gongzi tonight, there are fewer and fewer people who have come to participate in this Yiwen meeting recently, and I am afraid that it will not be held a few times if no one succeeds" Shirou secretly made up her mind and picked up the third one.

"Water Tune Song Head"

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. 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. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world"

"Turn to 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, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"I hope that talents will last for a long time, and they will be together for a long time" Shirou's mouth kept chanting the last two lyrics.

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, oh my God, what a beautiful sentence" Tianyin also said with a blank face.

Even the eldest sister, who has always been calmer, is looking at the words on the paper in a daze.

"Xiao Cui, who wrote this one" Red Sleeves was the first to come back to his senses and said to Xiao Cui.

"Miss, this is what the fat guy who answered the right last time wrote"

Xiao Cui's words were like a basin of cold water poured on the heads of the women

"Fatty" "written" "fat"

"Second sister, what are you going to do" Tianyin looked at Shi Judo with a stunned face.

Shi Rou glanced at a few sisters blankly when she heard this, now in this situation, everyone knows that this water tune song has thrown Lei Zhenping's poem hundreds of streets, but the problem is that it is the fat man who has always hated their sisters who wrote a poem, this is embarrassing, announcing Lei Zhenping won, they themselves feel that they can't get by, announce Huang Chong win, Shi Rou thought of sitting and talking with a fat man, goosebumps fell to the ground.

In the end, after a period of discussion among several women, the woman's selfish nature prevailed over fairness, and Shirou said to Xiaocui, "Xiaocui, you go and announce the results, it is Lei Gongzi's worship of the new moon that wins"

"Yes, Miss," Cui exited the room.

"It's a pity," Shirou looked at the water tune song head in her hand.

"yes," the other women nodded.

"Everyone, I announce that tonight's winner is Lei Gongzi's masterpiece Worship Crescent, congratulations to Lei Gongzi for obtaining the qualification to have a long talk with our young lady, please come with me" After Hongyi finished speaking, he left quickly with Lei Zhenping without waiting for everyone to react, after all, it is not such a glorious thing, it is better to slip away quickly.

"Hmph, dead fat man, dumbfounded" Lei Zhenping glanced at Huang Chong proudly when he passed by Huang Chong's side.

"I, Cao, what's going on, how can the water tune song head lose to this song What worship the crescent moon" Huang Chong couldn't believe it, and came to a person who was reading the song in front of the person who was reading it, grabbed the paper in his hand and looked at it.

"Grass, this broken level can be compared with my water tune song head, this is a shady scene" Huang Chong glanced at Lei Zhenping's poem, and then shouted angrily.

"This brother, don't be discouraged if you lose, your pair is still good," a person who admired Huang Chong's pair just now persuaded.

"That's right, Lei Gongzi's poem is really good," the people around him also said.

"Quiet," Huang Chong exclaimed.

Everyone quieted down and looked at Huang Chong without speaking.

"Well, since you say that Lei Zhenping's poem is good, then I will read mine, who is good for you to say" Huang Chong gritted his teeth and said, as a Chinese, you can't disgrace your ancestors, and if you lose here with such a high level of words as the ancients, Huang Chong himself looks down on himself.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the ,,,,, of the heavenly palace" Huang Chong slowly read out the verses of the water tune song head.