"Miss, Han Yunxiao's undead heart is coming to pester you again!"

In the room, the girl in the goose yellow dress before complained with her mouth.

"I'm a Qinglou woman, why bother with it?"

Shangguan Jinghong looked calm, and saw his identity and status very clearly.

She has been an orphan since she was a child, quite attractive, and has a little talent in kendo, so she was adopted by Mei Niang, and she barely made a name for herself in this Mei Yu Lou.

But to say that he thinks so highly that he looks down on the princes and nobles of Chang'an, it can only be said that he has a long life.

Qing people are nothing more than high-end commodities to be sold at a price, and they are different from other Qinglou women?

"But every time Han Yunxiao looks at Miss, your eyes are very lewd, it's like ...... It's like ...... "little girl" is like "I can't think of the right words for a long time, but every time I think about it, I feel that look is disgusting."

"Miss, why don't we directly decide that the second son of the Pei family will win?" The little maid proposed.

But in exchange, it was Shangguan Jinghong's small brain collapse.

"What do you think? How can you fake it when you see it in such a way? ”

"Then what if Han Yunxiao wins?" The little maid didn't want to see the young lady standing with the fat pig.

Shangguan Jinghong smiled: "Don't worry, Pei Yunlang has a very good relationship with that Gongzi Su of Qingyun Academy, and this time I think it should be a poem written after asking for help from Gongzi Su." ”

"Childe Su, ah......" The little maid suddenly showed a look. I heard that Gongzi Su is brilliant, has the talent of the champion, has the appearance of exploring flowers, and is the first disciple of the academy, and the other seven sisters all like that Gongzi Su, and hold his poetry collection every night to read. ”

Shangguan Jinghong smiled clearly: "Well, Gongzi Su is indeed talented, but I can only hope for my identity." ”

It is no exaggeration to say that even His Majesty today has praised Gongzi Su as "the prime minister in white".

How can such a character be something that a group of dusty women like them can cling to?

Let's wash and sleep......

"Miss, they've got a good poem."

The girl in the yellow dress with a soft bun got up.

In an instant, Pei Yunlang and Han Yunxiao put down their pens at the same time, picked up the rice paper, and gently dried the ink.

Han Yunxiao rolled up the rice paper in his hand and handed it to the woman in Mei Yulou next to him, and the woman gave Han Yunxiao a salute, slowly retreated, and handed the rice paper to the top floor of Mei Yulou.

And the tall woman in black beside Pei Yunlang was holding rice paper, but with a slight shock, the rice paper shot from the palm of her hand like an arrow from the string to the girl on the top floor of Meiyu Tower.

Her duty is to protect Pei Yunlang, so she will not leave Pei Yunlang for half a step no matter what.

The rice paper did not carry much force, and when it came to the girl in the yellow dress, the rice paper became light again.

The girl in the yellow dress is awe-inspiring: good and subtle control of strength!

When the second rice paper arrived, the girl in the yellow dress unfolded two rice papers in public.

Everyone held their breath and stared, there were not many poems with the theme of "sword", and they all wanted to hear it for the first time.

Not to mention...... The ghostwriting of the second son of the Pei family is likely to be made by that son-in-law Su!

And any poem and lyrics made by Gongzi Su are famous poems of Daqin!

"Han Gongzi's "Sword Autumn Chapter"."

The girl is well versed in the truth of "the first appearance must be defeated", and her voice is like a clear spring:

"The sword qi fights at night, and the piano is full of autumn. If the dream of a guest does not come to sleep, where will the sound of the horn die. ”

The eight girls in Meiyulou heard it clearly, and the people on both sides of the Wei River who came to watch the excitement could also hear it clearly.

"Pei Gongzi's "Sword Walker"

The girl in the yellow dress cleared her throat: "The long sword is a three-foot box, and you can hold it with your own sky." The mountain bell is not heard at night, but it should be lonely. ”

After the two poems were read, there was silence by the river upstairs.

On the flower boat, Pei Yunlang smiled like a breeze, as if everything was a sure victory.

But the actual situation was that Pei Yunlang was gritting his teeth at this time and asked the woman in black beside him in a thin mosquito voice: "Bai You, how is it, how is it?" Can you win? ”

"Childe, please believe in Master Su's poetry." The young woman named Bai You replied with a calm expression and no seriousness.

"It's not that I don't believe Lao Su, but after Lao Su heard this poem, he only took two breaths to throw this poem to me." Pei Yunlang paused and complained. "One of the breaths is still used to write poetry."

One breath is too short, isn't it?

Is it because people can't read, or is it that people who read books are so short?

And this is about his sword cultivation path, if this is smashed, he and Su Qingxuan will not be finished!

Because the problem was too idiotic, Bai You rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to take care of these two goods.

"also describes the swordsman in the night, although the sword autumn chapter is gorgeous, but the artistic conception is a little weaker, it is not bad, but it is not wonderful."

"On the other hand, the swordsman is concise, concise and powerful, and the image of the lone swordsman in the lonely mountain in the long night is depicted on the paper, and the essence of loneliness is not worked, and it is wonderful!"

On both sides of the Wei River, there are countless good deeds, many of whom have insights and insights.

Other people who are good don't hear so many words, but they only think that the second song is more impressive.

On the flower boat, the look on Han Yunxiao's fat face was extremely ugly, although he had no poetic talent, he could still do the most basic poetry.

When the maid upstairs in Meiyu read out the sword walker, he knew that he had no hope!

"Hateful! Hateful! Han Yunxiao was anxious, and pointed at Pei Yunlang on the other boat and was furious: "Can't you not look for Su Qingxuan!" Can't you change to a normal person!? ”

Pei Yunlang looked proud: "You care about me, Lao Su and I are good brothers who are friends with Bao, what's wrong with borrowing him a poem?" ”

Han Yunxiao's teeth itched!

Who in the entire Chang'an City doesn't know Su Qingxun's talent?

Who in the younger generation can write poems compared with Su Qingxun, who has a champion talent? That's an existence that even the older generation will admire.

And the few people in the Immortal Dynasty who can stabilize Su Qingxun are either the elders of the academy or the ministers of the court, who will help you write poems in Meiyulou?

Is there a shame in it? Do you want to have an old face?

So when Pei Yunlang brought out Su Qingxun's poems, the result was already ironclad, and there was no suspense!

The eight Qing people on Meiyu's upstairs also thought the same way, and the result was already doomed, and now they have begun to plan to snatch Gongzi Su's first-hand new poem.

Even if this poem is not written by Gongzi Su himself, it can be regarded as quite collectible.

Shangguan Jinghong shook her head, she was not obsessed with Gongzi Su, she preferred kendo.

"Can't you get out?" Shangguan Jinghong asked the good sisters who were giggling and fighting for rice paper.

"No, don't go, the only Pei Yunlang Pei Ershao who can watch was snatched away by you, then Han Yunxiao doesn't like anyone except you, what are we going out for?"

The other Qingqi people shook their heads one after another, indicating that they were bored.

It's just that just as Shangguan Jinghong walked out of the room and was about to board Pei Yunlang's flower boat, he was suddenly stunned.

The third flower boat?

On both sides of the Wei River, the melon-eating masses who were already preparing to disperse also saw the third flower boat that suddenly appeared, and their spirits were shocked!

Good guys, it's not over yet!?

Isn't it the two sons competing today, and there is a third appearance?

Where's my wine? What about my melons? Where's my little bench?

Pei Yunlang, who was smiling and grinning, and Han Yunxiao, who was full of mothers, also looked at the flower boat that suddenly appeared in confusion, and couldn't figure out who would suddenly jump out and stab at this time.

The third flower boat was also not polite, and passed directly between the two boats of Pei Yunlang and Han Yunxiao, squeezing them both aside.

Pei Yunlang and Han Yunxiao are angry enough, who is so immoral, don't you know if you come first and come later?

A figure walked out of the flower boat, and everyone exclaimed after seeing it clearly!

Even Pei Yunlang and Han Yunxiao were dumbfounded, how could this be?

Sang Ziyan, the son of the candle dragon, who doesn't know the name of Master Sang in the entire Chang'an City?

The king of standard involution, the madman of breaking eucalyptus, has always been disdainful of this land of smoke willows and warblers.

What kind of wind is it that blows this person here?

At this time, the old bustard upstairs on Mei Yu, who was known as "Mei Niang", had bright eyes and was speechless with excitement!

Don't care why Grandpa Sang is here today, as long as she appears on the flower boat, after an hour, she will let the news of "Grandpa Sang come to Meiyulou" spread throughout Chang'an.

Who doesn't know that Master Sang never enters this kind of place except for running eucalyptus?

But as long as they come, doesn't that mean that their Meiyulou is extraordinarily charming, and even this master can be attracted?

This heat, isn't it directly full?

It's just a big surprise that Sang Ziyan, who walked out of the flower boat, turned around, but gave way to the figure behind him with a cold face.

That posture seems to be the person behind Sang Ziyan is the owner of this flower boat!

"Hey, who's this? Can Master Sang take the initiative to give up the main position? ”

This question arises in everyone's mind.

When the figure revealed its true face, the eight top Qing people known as "Weishui Bayan" on Meiyu Tower all missed a beat in their hearts.

These Qinglou women, the sons they have seen are like Jiang Zhiqing, but it is the first time that they are so handsome in front of them that they forget to breathe.

"With the sword as the theme, there happens to be a song here, and the right to be ugly."

Huai Zhi'an stood at the bow of the boat, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his temperament was ethereal and dusty, and his demeanor was peerless.

As soon as he opened his mouth, I don't know how many girls on both sides of the Wei River have sunk.

"Ying'er, prepare rice paper ...... quickly"

Shangguan Jinghong didn't expect that there would be a third person suddenly, and hurriedly asked Ying'er next to him to prepare rice paper, pen and ink.

"Don't bother."

Huai Zhi'an chuckled, his big sleeves fluttered, and his sword aura was ethereal.

The Wei River is flat and the water is tornado, and the sword qi is wrapped in the river and rises to the sky.

The snow-white sword qi is like a long river, still lingering in the world, with both twists and turns, and a straight line, suspended in the air, but there is no trace of dissipation.

Huai Zhi'an uses the sword as the pen, the water as the ink, and the sky as the paper.

"Chang'an chivalrous youth tour, Yunlou drinks the moon like a hook. The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword frost is cold in fourteen states! ”

As soon as this poem came out, it was a sensation all over the city!