The bright moon hangs high, and the fifteenth moon hangs in the air like a white jade disk.

Shen Lang was a little drunk and pushed open the bedroom door.

Under the red candle, the figure in red clothes with her head covered sat at the head of the bed, seemingly motionless, but the clenched pair of pink fists revealed her mood.

A gentle smile appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and when he walked to the table, he saw two gourd petals resting on the table, which were cut with a complete gourd, and a red rope was tied around the neck of the gourd, connecting the two halves of the gourd together.

"Sister Youqing." Shen Lang let out a low voice.

The red-clothed figure suddenly trembled, and the jade hand that was clenched tightly clenched into fists.

Shen Lang walked to the side of the bed and gently lifted the hijab, this moment was like opening a beautiful picture.

Under the red hijab, there is a beautiful face that is suitable for hatred and joy, the eyes are like a pool of autumn water, the eyebrows are like a faint distant mountain, the skin is like a snow tooth, and it looks so charming and moving under the candlelight.

Shen Lang's heart was pounding when he saw it.

Yang Youqing's appearance is naturally extremely beautiful, but at this moment, it is completely different from usual, without that heroic temperament, all that remains is the shyness and uneasiness of the flower candle in the cave room.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, knowing that Yang Youqing was nervous at the moment, he didn't tease her, just took her hand and said softly: "Sister Youqing, it's time to drink wine." ”

Yang Youqing's pretty face turned crimson and bit her lip lightly, but her body stood up with Shen Lang's gentle tug.

Shen Lang smiled and poured wine for the two halves of the gourd, and after the two of them held their hands and saluted each other, they drank it all.

After drinking the wine, Yang Youqing's face became a little redder.

Shen Lang's heart was pounding when he saw it, and he was both happy and loving.

Yang Youqing's eyes drooped, she bit her lip lightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ziyu, what I said before getting into the sedan chair will be a little unseemly?" ”

Shen Lang immediately said: "How can it be, what Sister Youqing said is indeed the truth, I owe a lot to Sister Youqing along the way." ”

Yang Youqing raised her head suddenly, and a pair of bright eyes stared straight at Shen Lang's eyes: "In that case, Brother Ziyu is willing to compose a poem for me?" ”

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Why not." ”

As soon as the words fell, he took out the four treasures of the study from the storage bag, the Cui Mang pen, the purple ink inkstone, the Jiao blood ink ingot, and the rice paper with the highest grade of literature and ink.

Yang Youqing got up and walked to the side, like a green onion, his fingers twisted up the ink ingot and gently grinded it in the purple ink inkstone.

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth suddenly flashed with a chuckle, and the pen fell:

Full of palace waist slender. The age is the only way to be old. Just been touched by the romance, and the weeping poplar bun. Beginners learn strict makeup, like a depiction of a shaved figure, timid rain and shy cloud affection. How coquettish the move is. Fighting for Nai's heart, he will not pity his son-in-law first. It was long and late at night, and he refused to enter the mandarin quilt. With Xie Luoshang, Yingying stood up with a silver slug on her back, but said that you should sleep first.

A piece of Liu Yong's "Fighting Hundred Flowers" jumped on the paper.

Even if Yang Youqing doesn't understand poetry anymore, looking at the words on this paper, she is so ashamed that her face is crimson.

Shen Lang chuckled, took her hand to the side of the bed, and with a slight force, Yang Youqing sat down.

"Sister Youqing, it's not too early."

Shen Lang said softly, and he felt that his mouth was a little dry when he said this.

Yang Youqing bit her red lips lightly, her beautiful eyes had a faint mist, and her voice was like a mosquito.

"Youqing...... I don't want to take it off by myself. ”

The full moon hangs high, and the candles in the room are extinguished.

What Shen Lang and Yang Youqing didn't know was that everyone outside was staring at the air in amazement at this moment.

"This is ......," Liao Dongsheng couldn't help but swallow.

Liao Dongxue's face was crimson, and she was so anxious that she stomped her feet: "What's the matter with Brother Ziyu...... How...... Alas, how is this good?! ”

Standing next to the two was Liao Guangyu, his face was full of admiration, and he smiled: "Sure enough, it's a real celebrity who is self-aware, and he dares to come to such a show on the night of the cave room!" ”

I saw the cyan talent in the sky rolling, and the cyan talent was like a green snake wandering in the air, and after a while, it began to condense.

This is actually the appearance of a poem!

The three gentlemen of the Temple of Literature were also a little speechless at the moment.

One of them hesitated: "This ...... Could it be true that you want to continue the performance of poetry on this day? ”

The other two also smiled wryly and said, "Gu Sheng has instructed us not to interfere with Shen Lang. Since he wrote poetry in the room, he must have ...... I guess I have my own ideas...... Right? ”

The other person couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "This kid, what the hell are you going to do!" Heaven performs poetry, can the things in this room also be interpreted?! ”

The green energy in the sky was still condensing, but in the end it did not form a picture, and after the green energy dissipated, it quickly condensed into words.

The song "Fighting Hundred Flowers" appeared in the sky word by word.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's just Dafu, this is going to be a Narushu work Tianyan poems, and I don't know how to end it.

It's just that as soon as this thought arose, the people in the big mansion were stunned for a while, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Why does everyone expect that there will be no Narushu poetry?

In the past, if someone could write Mingzhou poems, let alone the live broadcast of the cave room, there were countless people who were willing to splatter blood on the spot!

But with the appearance of Shen Lang, Mingzhou poetry seems to have become an extremely ordinary thing.

It's only been two months, and a full nine articles have already been published!

This thought caused everyone to sigh.

Raising their eyes to look at the poem, while admiring Shen Langwen's talent, everyone couldn't help but slander for a while, this kid really dares to write anything!

I don't know now, wait for your daughter-in-law to find out tomorrow, and see how she cleans you up!

didn't wait for the next day, even Cao Yu and the others wouldn't really stay to watch the jokes, and they left that night.

As for what happened early the next morning, no one knows.

The only thing I know is that Shen Lang, who had originally made an appointment with a group of friends to meet on the second day, was absent for some reason.

The maid he sent said that it was his aunt who had recently realized that he wanted to study poetry at home.

As for whether this is true or false......

Everyone looked at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes.

It's all in plain sight.

By the time Shen Lang reappeared in everyone's sight, it was already five days later.

Shen Lang was dressed in a green shirt and sat in the hall.

In addition to him, there are three gentlemen from the Temple of Literature in the hall, as well as several chairs from Qingyun Academy.

Looking at the green shirt, several professors of Qingyun Academy sighed secretly.

This should have been a disciple of his Qingyun Academy, but he was disqualified from entering the hospital by mistake.

When they thought of Lin Ran, several chairs were secretly angry.

They didn't know what Lin Ran wrote in the letter to Liu Huaikuan, why it could make this deputy academy change his position immediately, but no matter what, their Qingyun Academy had missed a genius!

"Ziyu's newlywed Yan'er, I shouldn't have bothered you so soon, but I am entangled in affairs in the Temple of Literature, and I have to go back to restore my life after it is done." Junzi Zuo Yuan said with a smile.

Shen Lang cupped his fists and saluted: "It's the student who is rude, so let the three gentlemen wait here for many days." ”

Sitting next to Zuo Yuan was the gentleman Lu Zhiming, and he laughed: "If Ziyu can still write poems like "Dou Baihua", why wait a few more days? ”

As soon as these words came out, a chuckle suddenly sounded in the hall.

wrote poems on the wedding night, and almost came to perform a poem.

That's a big mess.

There are only a few gentlemen of the Confucian Temple who dare to ridicule Shen Lang about this.

Shen Lang couldn't cry or laugh, he also drank too much, he didn't think about it at all, he just thought about teasing Yang Youqing, how could he have thought that this Dou Baihua would have such a high talent.

Fortunately, in the end, it is only the work of Dafu, if you really want to perform poetry......

It's scary to think about.