When Hu Ge heard Qiao Ying say this pair, he knew that he was going to do his best, and his beard curled up and down again: "Machine-related? Can anyone come out! ”

The people under the ring had different opinions, and some people sighed: "This Ying Qiao is really powerful, when did the capital come out of the mansion surnamed Ying?" Who the hell is it? ”

Time was slowly passing, and when the incense was about to burn out, Qi Chen came to speak: "A stick of incense is about to burn out, can anyone else come out?"

As soon as the words fell, the last bit of cigarette ash also fell to the ground, and Hu Ge slapped the gong in his hand again: "Bell!" It's time! Please reveal the answer! ”

Qiao Ying glanced at the group of people in disbelief, in fact, this couplet is really not difficult, it is not as difficult as the one that she just had with Zhou Zheyu, and it was actually a random one, and it ended like this.

Qi Lip said slowly: "Lantern Hook Hancheng Yang."

Hu Ge beat the gongs and drums in his hands: "Bell!! The first game, the end! Please look forward to the second session, Ode to Poetry! Poetry Contest Begins! ”

Those who entered the next round stood up one after another and walked to the center of the ring, full of confidence, and a weak dwarf glanced at Qiao Ying with disdain, in his opinion, Qiao Ying's couplets just now were all tricky and mysterious, not worth mentioning, and his first place throne must belong to him.

Hu Ge coughed a few times, and used his internal force to spread his voice far away: "This time, the main thing is to look at things and compose poems, and the prince of Yuan, Lord Jiuqing, and the playboy will come up with the questions, and they will also comment." Do you understand? ”

The sound of gongs and drums sounded again, and Qiao Ying uncomfortably picked out her ear droppings, why did she like to beat gongs and drums so much.

At this time, there were twelve beauties who walked up to Qiao Ying and others with things, they were wrapped in pale pink clothes, draped in white gauze, revealing beautiful necks and clearly visible collarbones, skirt pleats like snow and moonlight flowing lightly on the ground, more than three feet long, making the gait more graceful and soft, three thousand green silk tied up with a hairband, a butterfly hairpin on the head, a wisp of green silk hanging on the chest, thin powder, only color, and like clear and transparent ice and snow, Qiao Ying looked at it for a long time, and only came to one conclusion: they look alike.

The group of men under the ring all swallowed their saliva, their Adam's apple agitated, and their eyes lit up: "Beauty~~ It's really beautiful!"

I only heard the clear and beautiful soft hearts of the people sounding in unison: "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss is well, we are the twelve flowers of the twilight rain in the palace of the prince of Yuan, please look at the things in our hands, get up at will, what can you think of, compose poems."

As soon as some people heard what they said, a fire rose in their hearts, and there was nothing in the hands of the Twilight Twelve Flowers! How could I have thought of something?

Although the rest of the people were also puzzled in their hearts, they listened to the twelve flowers without changing their faces, Qiao Ying was one, she really didn't understand the meaning of Qi Chen's twelve flowers, but her face was like water, and she had an expression of victory.

People who didn't know all cast admiring glances at Qiao Ying, but instead of feeling embarrassed, Qiao Ying smiled at some of the people: "Who came first?"

"Xiaosheng is willing to give it a try." Qiao Ying looked over, but she didn't expect that the scholar with a pale face just now also entered the second game, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with some embarrassment, there were too many people than her, and she didn't remember which ones they were.

The scholar squinted his eyes, turned his head sideways and said, "The ancients said that the clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, he would have met Yaotai under the moon. It's about beauty, I look at the delicate hands of the twelve flowers of the twilight rain, and what I think is: the hands are like soft wattles, and the skin is like clotted fat. ”