readx;? In order to make the poem one step ahead of Chu Tang, Xingyao Gongzi had to directly recite a poem he had written. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Naturally, he caused an uproar around him.

The eyes of the masses are bright, and it can be seen that Xingyao Gongzi is to compete with Chu Tang for the first opportunity, after all, the method is too obvious, one moment he was thinking and meditating, and the next moment he suddenly said that he had thought about it, there are obviously ghosts in it.

However, everyone still looked sideways, Xingyao Gongzi is the son of the master of the Xingwen Palace, and he has a little bit of ink, and what he writes is much stronger than ordinary people.

Ziyan smiled lightly, then nodded and said to Xingyao Gongzi, "You can recite." ”

"Good. ”

Xingyao Gongzi took a deep breath, looked at Qinghu, and said clearly.

"The past autumn is ashamed of two or three points,

I can't sleep this winter,

When does winter go to the spring breeze,

Follow you to the summer sunshine. ”

After reading a poem, Xingyao Gongzi turned his head to look at Ziyan Dao, "Senior Ziyan, what do you think of this poem?"

Ziyan smiled lightly, "In the poem, I use the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter to express my guilt and expectations, which is not bad, it seems that Xingyao Gongzi is also a person with a story." ”

"Sure enough, this poem is quite flavorful to read, although the son of Xingyao is domineering, he is worthy of being the son of the master of the Xingwen Palace, and he still has this talent. ”

"Purple Smoke Girl, like the poem of Xingyao Gongzi, what grade can it reach?" someone asked.

Ziyan pursed his lips and said, "It should be able to reach the second grade." ”

"Second grade!" Everyone was shocked, "Xingyao Gongzi is a great talent, you can reach the level of second grade with a random poem!"

When they looked at Xingyao Gongzi again, everyone's expressions and faces changed slightly, and they became admired.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. ”

Got everyone's compliments, Xingyao Gongzi smiled, the pride on his face couldn't be hidden, the second-grade poems are not so easy to do, his poem still took a long time before, and his father's guidance was added to write it, but now others don't know, he won't say it, he will only say that it was his own temporary idea.

"Well, now that son's poem should have been written. Ziyan looked past Xingyao Gongzi and looked towards Chu Tang in the tall building.

I saw Chu Tang standing in front of the desk, smiling and looking at everyone outside.

Seeing that people were looking over, Chu Tang nodded and said, "I'm done writing, and I'll ask the Ziyan referee to judge." ”

"Okay, little girl, go and get the poems. ”

Ziyan waved his hand.

Xiaoya went upstairs and took out Chu Tang's poems, but she didn't read them on the way, her expression was a little disdainful, and she muttered in a low voice, "A barbarian, what can you write, if you want me to say that this thing doesn't look at it, no matter how can it be better than the second-level poem of Xingyao Gongzi? You have to trouble me to run around, it's really annoying." ”

"You're muttering something again. Ziyan glanced at Xiaoya, she is a quasi-emperor cultivator, so she can naturally listen to Xiaoya's words word for word, and Chu Tang is stronger than her, she must be able to hear it, so it is not good to talk about people behind her back after all.

However, Ziyan didn't blame her maid too much, and she probably agreed with the maid's words in her heart, after all, she was such a profound person at a young age, and poetry was definitely not good on the one hand, and she specialized in art.

Don't look over, Ziyan lowered her head and looked at Chu Tang's poems.

At the sight of the first line of words, her beautiful eyes shone in vain.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Looking at it word by word, everyone only saw Ziyan's eyes blurred, her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her face was slightly red, and her expression was sad, which made people look so pitiful.

"What's wrong, Purple Smoke Girl, what's wrong with you!"

Suddenly, the crowd began to care, Ziyan was the unattainable goddess in their hearts, even if they couldn't get it, they didn't want Ziyan to be sad.

Purple smoke seemed unheard.

All her mind fell on this hand.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......"

Ziyan felt that her mind was full of this sentence, and before that kind of lonely and desperate lovesickness, she felt miserable and desperate in her heart.

After reading the whole word, her arms trembled, and she was emotional, "How could it be ......"

"Purple Smoke Girl, what's wrong with you?"

The crowd was bewildered.

Ziyan took a deep breath, ignored others, and stared at Chu Tang's face with a pair of beautiful eyes, "This, this is what you did?"

"Hmm. Chu Tang nodded......

"This, how can it be ......" The Purple Smoke Girl suddenly felt more touched, and her face was full of melancholy and sadness, "How can there be such a wonderful poem in this world!"

"What!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard her words.

Ziyan is a genius who has written top-notch poems, and even a genius like her praises Chu Tang's poems with this level of praise?

"Purple Smoke Girl, what kind of poem did he write, you should read it to us!"

"That's right, what kind of poem can be so praised by the Purple Smoke Girl, it's too exaggerated. ”

People said with their tongues in their mouths.

The purple smoke girl was sober, and she bowed her cheeks a little embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little out of shape just now, I'll read this poem to you now." ”

"Good. ”

Everyone looked eagerly awaited.

In their expectant eyes, Ziyan slowly spoke.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

After reading this sentence, Ziyan paused, her voice had become sad with this word, her eyes were confused, and her emotions entered the poem again.

And after she finished reading this sentence, it was just one sentence, and everyone in the audience, whether it was a pedestrian, a star boy, or a maid, all froze in place, constantly recalling Ziyan's words just now.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation, so sad poems, just the beginning of the sudden hit people's hearts, this kind of sadness, people can't extricate themselves.

"And, yes. ”

Someone couldn't help but remind.

Ziyan nodded hurriedly and continued

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

Everyone took a deep breath, the mourning of this poem was too strong, and they were touched by the heartstrings just when they heard it for the first time!

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. ”

The sound of purple smoke continued.

And the people in the field were already holding their breath.

Seeing each other in a dream, there are only a thousand lines of tears, this is already a dream of missing, tears are shedding in the dream, this is already a sad emotion and verse!

"It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year,

Moonlit night, short Matsuoka. ”

A poem is finished.

The whole street fell silent, as if the street, the building, and the lake were all merged into this mourning, and the grief could not be extricated.