Xiao Yue and Yun Yan just walked out of the tea stall when she saw the women in the wooden pavilion looking at her, she didn't know where this group of women came from, but seeing that they were with Miss Li, she guessed that they were either relatives of the Li family or Miss Guanjia in Yingjun City.

The sun was already in the west, and it should be too late to look at the sky, Xiao Yue didn't have time to care about the eyes of this group of women, and she didn't have time to think about the poetry competition of the group of young scholars in the tea stall. As she walked towards the mountain, she was thinking about what happened to Wen Youyou, so she could say goodbye without saying goodbye.

And the people in the tea stall did talk a lot.

"Didn't she say she couldn't write poetry?"

"But she told Yaozu just now. ”

"It's done so quickly? ”

"Yes, yes, Brother Liu also thought about it for a long time just now. ”

"Is it awesome? Liu Chengyun looked incredulous. "It's not about the quality yet. ”

"That's right, hurry up and let Yaozu read it to everyone. ”

At this time, Li Yaozu was a little sluggish and didn't react for a long time, and he forgot to say goodbye to Xiaoyue. Although he is not good at writing poetry, he has also seen a lot of everyone's works and can distinguish between good and bad, just like the poem made by Huang Shikang just now, the opening is "Today's sky is cloudless, the whole class travels collectively, the beauty is beautiful and eye-catching, and the poems are left as a souvenir." The whole class burst into laughter.

However, the poem that Xiao Yue read in his ear just now made him a little stunned, and he strongly doubted that he had heard it wrong to make such a poem in the past few minutes.

Liu Chengyun was still reluctantly asking: "Li Gongzi, what kind of flute is sent?" ”

Li Yaozu reacted at this time, but he was not reciting poetry for the first time, but looking for Xiaoyue. He glanced around and didn't find Satsuki's figure, and then chased out of the tea stall, the mountain road was rugged, and Satsuki couldn't be seen at this time.

He sighed, "This Wen Gongzi is walking too fast. After speaking, he returned to the tea stall and said to his classmates: "This poem was written by Wen Gongzi." The name is Jinlong Mountain Travel. ”

After that, he read out the poems made by Xiao Yue word by word: "Looking at the stone path of this mountain from a distance, there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the red forest at night, and the frost leaves are red in February. ”

For a while, these four simple poems made everyone quiet, including the annoying Liu Chengyun.

Xiao Yue didn't know what was going on here, and she was discussing something else with Yun Yan.

"Did you say that Lord Wen had a crush on that girl, so he put us aside and went to have a good time by himself. Xiao Yue looked at the beautiful scenery in her eyes and chatted with Yun Yan in her mouth.

In Yun Yan's heart, Wen Youyou is simply a perfect person, with good looks, good knowledge, good family background, good character, and good temper, she hurriedly waved her hand and said: "Wen Dacai is not such a person!"

"Oh, then what kind of person do you tell me?" Xiao Yue deliberately teased Yun Yan.

Yun Yan said indignantly: "Childe, you are so familiar with Master Wen, how can you not know what he is like? ”

"Oh, is it?" Xiao Yue snickered secretly, and then said, "But don't you know that Master Wen used to be a frequent visitor to the Qinglou?"

Yun Yan had also heard about this matter, but she thought it was just a rumor, but she didn't expect Xiao Yue to say the same, she choked for a while, her face was flushed, and she didn't know how to defend Wen Youyou.

"Hahaha. Xiao Yue couldn't bear to see her uncomfortable appearance, so she comforted her, "I said it was before, what are you anxious about?"

Yun Yan eased up and added, "Anyway, since I met Master Wen in Anfu, I haven't seen him go to the Qinglou. ”

"yes. . . Xiao Yue sighed, with some emotion, "Lord Wen is no longer the former Yougongzi. ”

"What do you mean by Childe?" Yun Yan asked curiously, "What's wrong with Lord Wen?"

Xiao Yue smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I used to think he was a little childish, but now he looks more and more like an adult." After returning from the disaster relief in Luodai Town, Xiao Yue obviously noticed the change in Wen Youyou, perhaps because he found the direction he was willing to work towards for the benefit of the people.

The two of them were talking, and before they knew it, they had reached the top of the mountain, it seemed that this Golden Dragon Mountain was really not high, but it was continuous, more than ten kilometers long.

There is an old tree on the top of the mountain, with dense branches and red leaves, and some tourists stop to watch. There was an old man under the tree who set up a stall, as if he was selling calligraphy and paintings, but no one cared.

There is a flat dam next to the old tree, and the line of sight is open, and you can see the whole picture of the continuous Jinlong Mountain.

"The view is really nice. Xiaoyue walked to Pingba, looked at the scenery in front of her, and couldn't stop admiring.

Yun Yan was also here for the first time, and she also happily pointed to the scenery in front of her, and frequently asked Xiaoyue to look at this and that, "Wow, it looks so beautiful here." "Wow, it's beautiful out there, too. ”

Xiao Yue felt a little regretful, if there was a camera and Yun Yan to take a selfie, and then upload it to the Internet, then don't mention how beautiful, but now there is nothing, so she can only sigh faintly and say: "Hey, it's a pity that I can't draw, otherwise how beautiful it would be to draw this beautiful scenery as a souvenir." Before she could finish speaking, she heard someone next to her say, "Someone has already painted it, does the girl need to buy it?"

Xiao Yue turned her head and saw that it was the person who set up a stall selling calligraphy and paintings talking to her, she was a little curious, so she walked to the stall and looked at him.

The person who spoke was an old man, and there were some calligraphy and paintings in front of him, and the most eye-catching painting was the red leaves of Jinlong Mountain. The portraits here are a combination of watercolor and ink painting, with a sense of meaning, charm and color.

Xiao Yue looked at the painting and said, "The painting is a good painting, but it's a pity that I feel that something is missing." ”

"Oh," the old man asked curiously, "what does Childe think is missing from the painting?"

Xiao Yue didn't go back directly, but for him: "Sir, did you make this painting?"

The old man smiled and said, "The old man is helping people sell paintings, and he doesn't know how to paint. ”

Xiao Yue smiled and said, "That's good, I'll be blunt." Xiao Yue pointed to a blank space in the painting and said, "There is too much white space here, it would be perfect if you added poetry." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this, "Childe is really eye-catching, this is the place where poetry is kept, but it's a pity that the author can only draw and not poetry, can Childe write poetry?"

Xiaoyue touched her nose and said with some embarrassment: "I don't know how to compose poetry." ”

The chat between the two of them attracted tourists from the neighborhood, and some of them happened to see Xiao Yue at the tea stall, so someone corrected her and said, "No, I saw this son and the students of Hualong Academy composing a poetry competition just now, how could he not write poetry." ”

Xiao Yue scolded in her heart, she was really nosy, and said to the old man without changing her face: "I really don't know how to compose poetry." ”

Seeing that she was modest, the old man also said politely: "It's okay, the boy can read a few words casually." ”