Mo Yingyan lowered her eyes, and her eyes were extremely possessive, "What reward does Xiao Haitang want to give to her husband?" ”

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and a little soul-hooking color rippled in her clear peach blossom eyes.

Without waiting for her to speak, Mo Yingyan leaned over slowly, her lips pressed against her peach-colored earlobes, "Whatever your husband wants, will Mrs. give?" ”

His voice was languid and unrestrained, and there was a slight demagogic smile in his beautiful timbre like a cold spring hitting a stone.

Su Ruotang took a small breath, and his tail trembled slightly, "Hmm........"

As soon as her trembling tail note fell, a low chuckle rang out in her ears.

Mo Yingyan's eyes narrowed, her slender and clean fingers hooked the hair hanging down her sideburns, and slowly moved it behind her ear:

"Little Begonia, the gods may not grant your wishes, but as long as you want...... For the husband to give. ”

Su Ruotang's heart was rippling.

She bent the corners of her lips, raised a smile and said proudly, "Then I want this piece of white jade now." ”

Mo Yingyan's crow-like eyelashes drooped, casting a thick shadow under the eyelids.

A low laugh overflowed from his throat: "Little Begonia can say - I want the white jade hairpin carved by my husband." ”

What Xiao Haitang wants, he will do his best to find it for her.

Su Ruotang hooked the corners of her lips and tilted her head to look at him with a smile, "Come on, husband." ”

In her dark pupils, she stared in belief.

Mo Yingyan chuckled lightly and slowly walked onto the wooden platform.

A total of 20 people participated in the poem.

Su Ruotang stood under the stage and looked at Mo Yingyan who was dressed in a dark robe.

The man's clear, clean fingers pinched the brush.

The hand holding the pen, the water sleeve slipped down, revealing a wrist that even the lines were revealing the noble.

The red rope loosely tied on Leng Bai's wrist added a bit of youthfulness to him.

The little jade cat hanging on the red rope is moist and translucent.

Ink-like hair, with a white gold hair crown and half a bunch, the breeze blows, stirring up a little arc.

Beautiful and picturesque, cold as a fairy.

"Wow, that man is so beautiful!"

"The immortal came to the world, not stained with red dust, but was dragged into the mortal world by a wisp of red dust."

"I always thought that Cheng Gongzi, the son of the city lord, was already the best in the world, but I didn't expect this man to be better."

"Hey, that's the wife you haven't seen the river god marry! That's what makes the world stunning, and the country and the city! ”

"I didn't expect the river god to marry a wife from a gang of human teeth."

"It's just crazy, if it weren't for the fact that a divine doctor came to Jingzhou City and solved the illusion Gu among some of the people, everyone would still be kept in the dark."

"The earth dragon turned over and crushed those gangs, which is the punishment of the heavens."

The sound of everyone's discussion gradually stopped when Mo Yingyan stopped writing and was the first to hand in the psalms.

The man took the rice paper with some surprise: "Childe, are you sure you don't need to think about it again?" ”

Mo Yingyan's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were indifferent and alienated.

The temperament of the whole body is noble and cold, which makes people respect.

He said lightly: "No." ”

As the words fell, he looked sideways at the audience.

happened to crash into the eyes of the three princesses.

Looking at each other, the frost under his eyes quietly melted and turned into the pure water of March.

The eyebrows and eyes are as light as the green mountains, and the shallow smile marks are blurred.

Su Ruotang curled the corners of her lips, and her bright peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons.

Mo Yingyan subconsciously raised a light smile.

In the pupils, only the figure of the third princess remains.

Everyone's eyes fell on the two, and their eyes were full of amazement and blessings.

After a short time, the people who participated in the composing of the poem all handed in their works.

The man read it carefully, and looked at Mo Yingyan in amazement, "Young Master Rong, this piece of white jade belongs to you." ”

In order to make things easier, Mo Yingyan used a pseudonym - Rongyu.

Hearing this, he smiled in his eyes and picked up the white jade on the tray.

Under the mottled sunlight, the man's cold white fingers pinched the smooth and translucent white jade.

For a while, everyone couldn't tell whether the white jade was whiter or the man's fingers were whiter.

Suddenly, a voice came: "Is it a bit unfair for you to decide whether you win or lose alone?" ”

The crowd followed the voice.

It was a man on stage who participated in the poetry meeting.

He indignantly accused: "The poetry club in Jingzhou City is really eye-opening, hasty and arbitrary, and it is simply insulting to the name of the poetry club!" ”

As his voice fell, the others on the stage couldn't help but speak:

"That is, the previous poetry meetings still hung up the poems for people to choose."

"Heh, it's really funny, Xingshi mobilized the crowd to hold a poetry meeting, but he decided that Bai Yu belonged just by one person's words, so it was better to give Bai Yu to him directly."

"Isn't it fun to play us like this?"

"Hang out his psalms!"

"Hang out!"

Nineteen participants, filled with righteous indignation.

Everyone in the audience also shouted: "Hang out his psalms!" ”

Mo Yingyan's expression was faint, and his slender fingers pinched the white jade at will.

He glanced at everyone lightly.

The indifferent and emotionless gaze fell on everyone, and they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Unconsciously silenced.

Mo Yingyan's eyes were cold, and there were no waves.

The syllables overflowing from the thin lips were like quenching ice slag, "Read." ”

The man's heart was cold, and he read out the top poem, "The spring breeze is intended to evenly color, and it can be sold with poetry and poetry."

It is best to rain freshly, and the delicate is all when it is about to open.

Don't worry about Fan Dai being lazy in the window, and Liang Guangdanqing is late.

Drunk twilight chant is not enough, envying him butterfly deep branches. ”

As his last note fell, everyone who was still indignant was dumbfounded.

The scene fell silent.

After a while, the man spoke, "Do you have any objections?" ”

Have it?

Everyone subconsciously shook their heads.

No.

There were nineteen people left on the stage, and the flag died down.

This poem, both in terms of artistic conception and description, is much higher than the poems they composed.

The man folded the rice paper and respectfully handed it to Mo Yingyan, "Young Master Rong, the city lord said that he had prepared a banquet in the mansion to congratulate the winner." ”

As he spoke, he cautiously asked, "Can you ...... a face?"

Before the last three words could be spoken, the City Lord's Mansion came in a hurry, with an eager expression, "Butler, the young master is sick again!" ”