How intoxicating are the beauty, the good food, the good food, and the bright future!

However, after all, those here are readers, and the perennial reading cultivation has some effect after all, and there are no people who are too out of shape.

The joy of silk and bamboo, full of joy and wealth, became more and more high-pitched, and the beauties in the audience danced more and more rapidly, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

Suddenly, the music stopped, the dancing stopped, and the eight beauties scattered in all directions, half-squatting and bowing their heads.

The people around were stunned, and they were a little breathless by the abruptly stopped climax, and they didn't know what kind of trick this was playing.

"Zheng!"

In the silent air, there was a sudden sound of strings, like a clear spring on the stone, like a bright moon among the pines.

At this time, a low-hanging girl in red makeup walked in from the outside, holding a lyre in her hand.

The girl walked among the eight beauties, in the form of the stars and the moon, sat down slowly, put the lyre on her lap, bent her fingers slightly, played slowly and twisted, and a string of notes like a gurgling clear stream suddenly jumped out.

"In the past, I went back, and the willows were still there. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. ”

"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. ”

......

The girl gently opened her lips and sang a mange, like a drizzle in the fire, so that the restlessness in everyone's hearts was gradually calmed.

In this long singing voice, a pool of spring water also seems to be charming, and the eyes inadvertently swept over everyone, like a spring breeze and rain soaking people's hearts...... All the scholars felt that she was looking at herself, that she was telling herself about the sorrows in her heart.

"Bang!"

An older gentleman's hand loosened, the cup fell to the ground, his face was dejected, and he muttered, "What a peerless beauty...... Peerless!!"

This faux pas did not attract anyone's attention or reprimand, and everyone all looked directly at the girl in the field, as if they saw the mysterious dream girl who never forgot and disappeared without a trace after the winter and spring dreams.

Color the soul with!

Seeing that no one in the audience could resist the charm of Baiyunyan, and they all looked like they were fascinated, Wang Chongyang had these four words in his heart.

"I hope that after seeing this woman, maybe it won't be so easy to fall under the attack of beauty in the future. ”

groaning in his heart, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked towards Zhang Yuan's seat.

Hey?

Zhang Yuan's expression was like an ancient well and a deep pool, but a light gold suddenly flashed on his face, Wang Chongyang rubbed his eyes, thinking that his old eyes were dizzy, and then he looked closely, there was nothing unusual.

Could it be that his blood is not smooth, and there is a Venus in front of him?

The song has ended, and it is still endless, and everyone is still in a trance like a dream, with different expressions.

"Color!"

Wang Chongyang snorted lightly, clapped his hands slightly and sighed.

Everyone woke up like a dream, followed by high-fives, loud and whispered for a while, and a few people even slapped their palms like thunder, roaring in the room.

Bai Yun Yingying saluted, lightly started the lotus step, and slowly walked behind the screen, causing many people to stretch their necks and peek back.

Wang Chongyang coughed lightly, stretched out his hand and pressed it weakly, and the soldiers on the field slowly calmed down, and their hearts were still hot.

"The white family is also known as the four unique fairies, singing, dancing, poetry and music, all of which are the best choice. Now you are fortunate enough to hear the two arts of singing and music, each of them to compose a poem, five words and seven are not limited, as long as you enter the eyes of everyone, you can continue to stay here and see the wonder of poetry and dance!"

Wang Chongyang said with a smile: "If the poem is too clumsy and can't get into the eyes of the four absolute fairies, then there will be no blessings, please consciously withdraw from the table and go down to the hall." ”

Everyone was happy to hear this, although the imperial examination does not test poetry, but everyone is a scholar, and it is common for people to communicate and travel and poetry should be harmonious, so it should be no problem.

Moreover, such a beauty, is never seen in life, with the country and the city to describe it is not a problem, at this moment listening to the perfect person playing a song, it is even more inspired, a few talented scholars soon have a draft, eager to stand up.

At this time, a black-robed scholar walked into the front of the hall and arched his hand: "I can't compose poems below, so I'll leave!"

It was Zhang Yuan.

Wang Chongyang was stunned, annoyed and happy in his heart. Annoyed that the other party doesn't give him face, he has to retire before he writes the poem; the good thing is that the other party is not fascinated by beauty from beginning to end, and he must also disdain to write poems to please a trick.

However, he didn't expect that Zhang Yuan was indeed not good at writing poetry, a person who chiseled the wall and stole the light when he was a child, and hurriedly studied books to catch up with the exam, had already devoted all his mind to the history of scriptures, where would he spend his heart and mind on studying poetry?

Of course, he really didn't have much interest in it.

The soldiers on the side heard Zhang Yuan's words and discussed in a low voice.

"This man is familiar...... Thinking about it, it seems to be the one who kicked Sima Guang. ”

"Can't write poetry?

"You don't know this, it is said that this person used to have a nickname called Buddha Xiucai, and he was a lay disciple of the Temple of the Dead. ”

"Not only that, this person is still a reckless man who has practiced martial arts!"

"Then it's no wonder that I don't know how to compose poetry, my famous disciple is willing to fall into depravity, to learn such an inferior skill, I really don't deserve to be among us. ”

Not only that, but this person's ranking in the examination test was outside the hundred, and I don't know why the master summoned him. ”

"Is that really the case? Then what kind of face does he have to sit here? In other words, I retired early!"

A scholar admitted that he couldn't compose poetry, and the white clouds behind the screen were also curious, and he stretched out his head and glanced down at the hall.

An ordinary man, this is her first impression.

When he heard everyone's discussion, he pursed the corners of his mouth with some disdain:

Offend the family, impulsive!

Miscellaneous but not refined, stupid!

Can't compose poetry, humil!

"A foolish man who is impulsive, stupid and uninteresting, in the future, he will be at most a squire who eats and waits for death. When I got to the corner of the park, it was just a bottom. ”

Wang Chongyang coughed lightly, suppressed the noise around him, and frowned: "Do you not know how to do it or don't want to do it?"

He still has important arrangements for Zhang Yuan, and he doesn't want to let his reputation go bad, so he gives room in his words.

There was silence in the hall, and many disdainful, or probing, or contemptuous eyes were on Zhang Yuan, although the reader has no murderous spirit at all, but a wolf is sometimes more powerful than any murderous spirit, it is conceivable that after today, Zhang Yuan will definitely become a joke in many circles, and the talk of letters.

However, if he didn't realize it, he still didn't care, and said to Wang Chongyang on the seat:

"Poets, words and aspirations. ”

"Or the will to help the world, or the will to revitalize the family and country, or the will to make meritorious contributions, or the will to eliminate evil and redress grievances. ”

Speaking of this, the Zen sound is imperceptible, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, which shocks people's hearts, and it is like the language of cranes outside the sky, which is ethereal and unpredictable.

"My ambition is not in this floating and sinking sea, not in this soft red, and my poems are not written for the beautiful sound, not for the entertainment of sound and color, and not for the pink skeleton. ”

He arched his hand and walked away.

Zhang Yuan did not say what his ambition was, because the wild geese did not speak with the birds.

The maid behind the screen whispered, "Miss, he said you are a pink skeleton." ”

Bai Yunyan's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"

The maid said again: "Miss, what is that pink skull?"

Bai Yunyan closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then eased the evil breath, and glared at the mouthy maid fiercely with a pair of beautiful eyes: "What do you want him to do? ”

The maid scratched her scalp in confusion: "Oh. ”