Pang Tong was coaxed by everyone, left the hall, and soon returned.

At this time, Pang Tong was wearing women's clothes, which was very weird.

Pang Tong's appearance, which was sorry for the audience, was now dressed as a woman, and his strange expression made everyone in the hall laugh at once. There was a lot of laughter in the hall, and the atmosphere was even more lively.

Pang Tong raised his head and said, "If it weren't for me, you would be so happy, everything is the credit of the great master." ”

Liu Xiu walked up to Huang Yueying and asked, "Yueying, do you have a silk scarf?"

"Yes!"

Huang Yueying nodded, took out a silk scarf from her cuff, and handed it to Liu Xiu's hand.

Liu Xiu walked in front of Pang Tong with a silk scarf and said, "Brother Shiyuan, a good person will do it to the end, come, work hard for you again." This silk scarf is used to cover the face. In this way, there is also a sense of mystery that is half covered. ”

Liu Xiu is also extremely active, completely lacking his former calmness.

They are all their own people, and Liu Xiu has no scruples.

Pang Degong sighed: "It's a pity, if this scene is drawn, it will be perfect." ”

Pang Tong was so angry that he jumped to his feet, his eyes widened angrily, and he snorted angrily: "Uncle, am I really your own nephew? You want to let the painter record it, it's just a harm to me, it's too ruthless." ”

Pang Degong laughed loudly, already full of anticipation.

Zhuge Liang hurriedly waved his hand to stop everyone from laughing, and said, "Everyone, don't make fun of Shi Yuan anymore." Now, it's time for us to get back to the point and let Xiu Gongzi compose the poem. ”

"Yes, yes, that's exactly how it should be. ”

Xu Shu nodded, with an expectant look in his eyes.

Including Huang Yueying, she is also full of expectations.

Liu Xiu's talent is outstanding, and so far, he has written countless poems. However, none of the psalms are related to Huang Yueying. Now that Liu Xiu specializes in writing poems, Huang Yueying's heart is beating non-stop.

There was silence in the hall.

All eyes fell on Liu Xiu.

Liu Xiu looked at Huang Yueying with a faint smile on his face.

This woman is not charming-seductive, and her figure is not enchanting. However, in Liu Xiu's eyes, she is really beautiful and smart. She is not too smart, and even a little confused, but she makes Liu Xiu feel at ease.

This woman gave his heart a home.

It's her, it's Huang Yueying.

Liu Xiu took a deep breath and said, "The first poem written to Yueying is called "Acacia"!"

As soon as the name of the poem came out, Pang Degong, Huang Chengyan and others all bowed slightly, and their faces were even more expectant. As soon as the acacia came out, it can be said to go straight to the point. The lovesick person is naturally Huang Yueying.

Huang Yueying pursed her lips and held her skirt with both hands, looking nervous.

Liu Xiu's eyes stared at Huang Yueying, his voice was deep and deep, and his words were full of longing.

"Red beans are born in the south, how many branches will be sent in spring?"

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

A song "Acacia" reveals the lovesickness.

In the hall, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone here has a certain background, and after listening to Liu Xiu's lovesickness, it is even more surprising to read it carefully.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Pang Degong breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "The whole poem is inseparable from red beans, but it uses things to metaphor people." The first sentence writes about the origin of red beans, and the second sentence asks with 'send a few branches', the words are simple, but the image is plump, and it is a secret teasing feeling; In the last sentence, the lovesickness is pointed, and the word 'most' is used to push the love to the extreme. ”

Zhuge Liang looked at Liu Xiu, and said convincingly: "The talent of the cultivator is not as bright as that. ”

Liu Xiu said: "Shiyuan, get ready to dance." ”

Pang Tong laughed and said, "When you hear such a good poem, it's not bad to dance." Keep your eyes open and look!" Pang Tong twisted his waist and danced in the hall.

"Knock! knock!"

As Pang Tong danced, the ground shook as if it had been shaken.

In the hall, there was a burst of laughter.

Zhuge Liang, Xu Shu, Pang Degong and others were all laughed.

The burly, slightly obese body kept swaying, and that scene was too funny.

Liu Xiu's gaze swept over Huang Yueying.

As soon as the eyes of the two made contact, Huang Yueying immediately avoided them. Huang Yueying's face was even more inexplicably shy. After listening to Liu Xiu's poems, she still hasn't recovered.

The meaning of lovesickness is fully revealed.

Through Liu Xiu's lovesickness, she seems to see Liu Xiu's heart more.

Liu Xiu chuckled and turned his gaze to Pang Tong again. Pang Tong's dancing is really a bad scenery. It's just such a scene, but it makes people laugh, which makes the atmosphere even more lively.

After a long while, Pang Tong stopped out of breath.

"I'm tired, I'm tired, take a break. ”

Pang Tong gasped, and after a while, he looked around at everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, I finished dancing a song and dance, without merit, but also with hard work." Anyway, let's give some applause!"

When they heard this, they laughed again.

"Bang! bang!"

In an instant, loud applause lasted in the hall for a long time.

After a while, it was quiet.

Pang Tong returned to his seat and said solemnly: "Your applause is very gratifying, thank you!"

When everyone heard this, they laughed again.

Pang Tong gasped and said, "Now, it's time for Liu Xiu to write poems again." ”

Liu Xiu said: "Don't let it go." ”

"Don't, don't worry. Pang Tong shook his head and said, "You chant poetry, it's just a matter of a while, don't you see that I dance very hard?"

Liu Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Shiyuan means to rest and rest." ”

Pang Tong shook his head and said, "It's not to rest, it's to make it more difficult for you." ”

Liu Xiu said: "Brother Shiyuan, this is a trick. I don't have this kind of fun, and I said before, I'll write poetry, and you dance. Now you have to repent, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate. ”

Xu Shu said: "Master Xiu, in my opinion, let Shiyuan finish talking first and see what the situation is." ”

Zhuge Liang immediately said: "I agree with Yuan Zhi's opinion. ”

Soon, everyone's opinions were unified, and they all had to listen to Pang Tong's opinions.

Liu Xiu smiled at the corner of his mouth, but sighed lightly: "Shiyuan, everyone is on your side. It seems that you are indeed the king of popularity. Tell me how you're going to make it more difficult. ”

Pang Tong said: "In fact, it is not to increase the difficulty, but to limit the scope of the poem." ”

Liu Xiu waved his hand and said, "Nonsense, don't sell Guanzi." In fact, Liu Xiuzhen is not afraid of Pang Tong. When it comes to poetry, he has a lot in his mind, and the unlucky one must be Pang Tong in the end.

Pang Tong said: "The next poem, I request, must be a poem of resentment, and it must be sad enough." However, it must be a love poem. You and Yueying are sweet and sweet, this sad style, I'm afraid it's not easy. ”

After Liu Xiu listened, he thought carefully.

Huang Yueying grabbed her skirt and gouged Pang Tong's eyes, that look, she couldn't wait to throw Pang Tong out.

Pang Tong pursed his lips and said, "Yueying, don't blame me for embarrassing your lover." Didn't you see? I was dancing very hard just now. Now, it's just a matter of bothering him. ”

Huang Yueying snorted, turned her head away, and looked at Liu Xiu with affection.

At this time, the hall gradually fell silent.

No one spoke, and no one was willing to interrupt Liu Xiu's thoughts