The fifth floor of the Peach Blossom Building.

In the private room, two beautiful women sat by the window, their bewitching figures exuding a lazy atmosphere, overlooking the crowd below.

Both women wear veils, one of them has eyebrows like Yuandai, eyes like smoke, and a delicate body.

The other person has high temples, her eyes are like peach blossoms, her eyes are moving, and she is the Oiran of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Ning Qing'er.

"Sister Hanyu, do you say that the nobility of the Hanlin Academy will submit poems to you, or will you submit poems to me?" Ning Qing'er smiled charmingly, she had slender hands, leaning on her chin, and her every move was charming.

Yan Hanyu said with a smile: "Sister said that she was laughing, isn't the person who is the leader the guest of my sister?" ”

Her voice was crisp, glutinous, with a bit of Jiangnan women's unique murmur.

Ning Qing'er covered her mouth and smiled: "Oh, my sister actually knows, my sister is really embarrassed." ”

She changed her words, pointed to Zhang Yulang in the crowd, and said with a smile: "Sister, do you know who that person is?" ”

Yan Hanyu lazy side head, a few strands of green silk from the veil, like a spring breeze dew, after she looked at it a few times, her wonderful eyes flashed, and she exclaimed: "One of the seventy-two handsome people in the imperial capital, Zhang Yulang, I didn't expect him to come too." ”

"Guess who he would deliver the poems to?" Ning Qing'er smiled.

Yan Hanyuxing's eyes were like ink, and he looked at Ning Qing'er fixedly, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

In fact, the literary club of Wenxuan Academy did not have much impact on her, Honghua Xiaozhu, and even Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it was nothing more than the question of whether she could take advantage of this opportunity to pick up a few more poems.

However, Yan Hanyu just doesn't want to lose to Ning Qing'er, a bewitching slut, hum!

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Sister Qing'er, someone has sent us a poem." Bi'er, the maid of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, knocked on the door and entered, holding a scroll.

Ning Qing'er took it with a smile, opened it and looked at it a few times, with a smile in her eyes, and said: "Beauty is like jade and flowers, delicate and beautiful...... Hehe, anyone who dares to submit poems to my Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Bi'er, send it back. ”

As she spoke, she gave Bi'er a look.

"Got it, Sister Qing'er." Bi'er's eyes lit up, and she staggered and turned away.

Back on the second floor, Bi'er returned the scroll to the young man as it was, and said, "My young lady said that your poem is actually not bad, but unfortunately it doesn't match my young lady, but it's ...... Hee-hee, sorry, please vote for another one. ”

When she spoke, Bi'er frequently made her eyes, and the young man was stunned, and then suddenly handed the scroll to Cui'er next to him, and said, "I would like to cast a safflower building for this poem!" Trouble Miss Cui'er. ”

"You, you ......" Cui'er was stunned, and then she became angry and stomped her feet in a hurry.

There is nothing wrong with one poem and two casts, but the problem is, at least go down and take a turn, and it's best to change your clothes and come up again!

You just switch to it.

What do so many people below think when they look at it?

The poems eliminated by your Xiaoxiang Pavilion voted to me Honghua Xiaozhu, everyone will think that Honghua Xiaozhu is not as good as Xiaoxiang Pavilion!

You must have done it...... Cui'er looked at Bi'er fiercely, gritting her teeth with a baby's fat face.

Bi'er looked at Cui'er pitifully, looking innocent.

Slut!

Stinky and shameless!

Cui'er was so angry that her little chest rose and fell, but she couldn't do anything, so she could only take this person's poem to the fifth floor.

Private room on the fifth floor.

Ning Qing'er was still chatting with Yan Hanyu, and the two girls were smiling and smiling, but there was a hidden edge between the words.

"Sister Yan'er." Cui'er knocked on the door and entered, puffing out her cheeks, like an angry bun, and came in with a scroll in a huff.

Ning Qing'er glanced at the scroll and looked at Yan Hanyu with anticipation.

"Don't look at it, just send it back." Who knows, Yan Hanyu didn't even look at it, and seemed to have noticed Ning Qing'er's little trick a long time ago.

"My sister does this, and it's not good to spread it." Ning Qing'er said with a smile.

"Does my sister want to learn from that long-tongued woman and talk nonsense everywhere?" The smoke contains jade needles on the wheat mang.

"My sister's sharp mouth is so good, my sister is ashamed of herself." Ning Qing'er sneered: The stinky girl has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!

"Don't you dare to compare with my sister, everyone knows that Xiao Sheng of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is unparalleled in the world." Yan Hanyu smiled: Sister's mouth, that's really powerful.

"You ......" Ning Qing'er gritted her teeth.

Knock knock.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door outside.

Yan Hanyu frowned slightly, and turned his head to look out the window.

"Sister Qing'er, it's the masterpiece of Lin Mo Gongzi of Hanlin Academy!" Bi'er ran in with a smile and happily handed over the scroll in her hand.

"Hmph, what's the big deal." Cui'er's bun face is even more bulging.

Ning Qing'er opened the scroll, and sure enough, it was Lin Lang's handwriting, and she read with a smile: "The small floor is warm and warm, and the people are idle and quiet." A dove sounded in the depths of the apricot blossoms, and the flowers flew and flowed artesianly. Looking for old dreams, continuing Nanke, Meishan is relatively sad. Memories of the past and tears to see off the boat, the ancient ferry of the Spring River. ”

After reading the word, Ning Qing'er pretended to be dissatisfied and complained: "Oh, Lin Lang is really, since he is looking for the old dream and continuing Nanke, why did he vote the word in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion?" Sister, why don't you send the words to you? ”

"Lin Mo Gongzi is my sister's lover, how dare my sister snatch love." Yan Hanyu gritted his teeth, smiled and shook his head, and immediately quickly tasted the word, and said with a smile, "Besides, although this poem is beautifully worded and has a poignant and desolate artistic conception, it doesn't have much momentum, and I probably can't understand any mental secret skills from it, right, sister?" ”

Otherwise, you wouldn't have read it to my face!

"It's worthy of Sister Hanyu, I can't hide anything from you." Ning Qing'er smiled, but she was annoyed in her heart, but she couldn't get out of it, she took out a wooden card from her sleeve, handed it to Bi'er, and said, "Bi'er, give it to Lin Lang." ”

"Got it, Sister Qing'er, then I'll go down first, and I'll have to submit poems later." Bi'er took the wooden sign and left with a smile.

"Cui'er, you can go down too." Yan Hanyu's heart tightened and commanded.

"Got it, sister." Cui'er pouted, went downstairs in a huff, returned the scroll to the young man, and shouted, "No, goodbye!" ”

"Hey, Mingzhu is secretly cast." The young man sighed as if he had not met him, and he didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not, and decisively voted for someone else.

Shameless!

Cui'er snorted angrily, and immediately saw a handsome boy with a folding fan walking up, it was Zhang Yulang, one of the seventy-two handsome men in the imperial capital!

Her eyes lit up as she looked at each other expectantly.

"Sister, Zhang Gongzi is going to submit a poem, are you nervous?" In the private room on the fifth floor, Ning Qing'er watched Zhang Yulang ascend to the second floor, smiling, as if she had a chance to win.

"My sister's tongue skills are amazing, and my little sister is willing to bow down." Although Yan Hanyu was anxious in his heart, he was unforgiving.

Ning Qing'er was so angry that her veil began to tremble:!

Meanwhile.

Li Mu in the crowd downstairs also went up to the second floor, ready to submit poems.