"In terms of appearance, I can't wait as much as Ziyu!" Qu Bo also sighed.

Wang Xinsheng subconsciously nodded, but immediately reacted and held back.

Shen Lang squinted his eyes and said aloud with a slightly drunken spirit:

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. ”

When a sentence falls, the heavens and the earth are shaken!

Wang Xinsheng was stunned, Qu Bo was stunned, and even the white-clothed scribe was trembling slightly.

Zhen Luo's beautiful eyes were even more shining, with a little shock and a few different emotions.

And Liao Dongxue, a young woman in literature and art, fell to her leg with a "click" of the dish she had just clipped, but she didn't realize it, she just looked at Shen Lang blankly.

Lu Liu even took Yang Youqing's hand and shook it, so excited that he couldn't speak.

The girls had been with Shen Lang for a long time, and naturally understood what the shock just now meant.

Just one sentence has already triggered the vision of heaven and earth!

You must know that the vision of heaven and earth will mostly appear after the completion of the whole poem, and now it is only the first sentence, which has caused a huge earthquake in the heavens and the earth, what level will this poem be completed, just think about it and feel terrible!

Heaven and earth change, and the cyan talent in the air is like a wild roll of the waves.

Shen Lang didn't realize it, and said loudly:

“…… I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable......"

Almost with a single shock, even the quiet sea in front of them resounded with a roar.

“…… People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The word Chanjuan fell, and the rolling talent in the sky suddenly turned into a bright moon.

Only then did the bright moon gradually coincide with the bright moon in the sky, and then a picture appeared in it.

In the painting, five women with different national colors and temperaments are sitting on the ground in the sea of flowers, three small animals are running and playing beside them, and in the forefront, there is a handsome figure holding a wine glass in his hand.

At this moment, there was an earthquake in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and the entire palace shook.

But no one cared about this, and everyone in the Dragon Palace stared at the bright moon in the sky in amazement.

"It's ...... Crystal Island? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said with some uncertainty.

Looking at the island, it seems that it is really a crystal island, and it is the flowers of the crystal island that are blooming everywhere. It's just that it is the secret realm of the Dragon Palace, and idlers can't enter it at all. Besides, today is the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting in the Dragon Palace, and the people who go are all literati, how can there be five women?

His Royal Highness's face was also complicated, but in the current situation, he didn't even know how to speak.

Is it talking about those women who are beautiful and fragrant, or is it about the vision of this poem, or the grade of this poem, or even who is writing this poem?

The third princess bit her lip lightly, with a little shock and a little anger in her eyes.

The crown prince and the second highness may not have recognized it yet, but she recognized the Tsing Yi scribe who stood first at a glance, and it was clearly Shen Lang of Qingyun Mansion that she invited!

This guy said that he didn't write poetry when he came, but now that the beauty is on the side, he actually writes poetry again!

It's really hateful to see the forgetful guy!

If it's just a matter of seeing lust and forgetting righteousness, and there are no beads in the eyes! Could it be that I'm really inferior to those women in terms of posture?!

Ao Yue bit her lip lightly and didn't say a word.

The Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Dongun, the Imperial Study.

Her Majesty the Empress frowned, her fingers gently rubbing her temples.

The envoys of the Southern Demon Kingdom have been here for several days, asking the court of the Dongyun Kingdom to hand over the murderers who slaughtered the civilians of the twelve walled cities.

If you follow the empress's idea, then kill and kill, you and I are at war, and there are not a few people who die in the hands of your Southern Demon Kingdom.

But the partial birth is a corrupt Confucian in the court, and the factional strife is serious, and the right minister insists on helping the envoys of the Southern Demon Kingdom to speak, and let Shen Lang be handed over to calm the anger of the Southern Demon Kingdom, in exchange for friendship between the two countries.

Betraying the country to seek glory is really hateful!

The empress was secretly annoyed, and suddenly felt a shock to the palace.

Outside the imperial study, a palace maid immediately rushed in.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, it's a heavenly poem!" The palace maid exclaimed in surprise.

A flash of surprise flashed in the empress's eyes, and the Tianyan poem meant that at least Mingzhou's work was born. Every piece of Narushu will add a bit of luck to the dynasty.

A warm feeling swelled in her heart, which was one of the few good news that could make her feel relieved in recent days.

The empress stepped out of the door of the imperial study and raised her eyes to look at the bright moon.

Originally, her eyes were still full of joy, but gradually, her expression became strange......

This......

I worked hard here to catch you, and you are on the island to admire the moon and watch the sea beauties?!

Are you here to be relieved by performing poems this day?

I'm afraid I'm here to block me!

"Pass the order, let Shen Lang, the talent of Qingyun Mansion, enter the palace tomorrow to meet him."

The empress said lightly, and returned to the imperial study without looking back.

The demon clan is in the mountains of millions.

The corpse of a huge demon beast that was more than 100 feet tall and looked like a lion and tiger lay quietly here.

Even if it is dead, it still has a demonic aura on its body, and within a radius of a hundred miles, whether it is a demon clan or an ordinary beast, it is trembling and crawling on the ground at this moment.

And on the head of the corpse of this giant beast, a white robe stood up.

Looking at the man and five women in the sea of flowers in the bright moon, Zhang Tingwan's eyes were strange, and he couldn't help but smile and shake his head for a while.

"Stinky boy, for the teacher, I am here to hunt down and kill the demon clan demi-saint who plotted against you, but you are so unhappy in the flowers, it seems that you still have too little homework."

He raised his hand, and a wisp of talent in his palm condensed into a small paper crane.

"Ning Yan, the teacher can't return for the time being, you go to the Imperial City of the Dongyun Kingdom and guide your little junior brother's homework for the teacher."

Zhang Tingwan's words fell, and the paper crane turned into a blue light and flew towards the north.

Qingyun Mansion on Mingxin Lake.

A painting boat is docked on the shore, if there are people who often come here, they can see at a glance that this is the painting boat that Shen Lang wrote "Mingxin Lake for Sister Dongxue" that day.

On the second floor of the painting boat, Ying Ying, dressed in white, was burying her head on the desk. On the table was a secret report, all of which were collected by the Huaining Royal Mansion Intelligence Network.

On the way to Qingyun Mansion that day, she told Shen Lang that she wanted to investigate the truth about Shen Lang's assassination. But as the investigation deepened and all kinds of intelligence were gathered, she found that there was a shocking conspiracy behind the matter. The more she learned about it, the more shocked she became.

Seeing that it was getting late, she took all the notes in a small wooden box and stretched.

Suddenly, I felt a slight tremor on the surface of the lake.

Ying Ying was stunned for a moment, then sighed and muttered, "That person is not in Bailing Prefecture, and Mingzhou can't come here." ”

As soon as these words fell, I felt the surface of the lake shake again.

Ying Ying's brows frowned slightly, could it really be that someone wrote the poetry of Mingzhou?

Curious, she walked out the door and into the hallway.

When I looked up, I saw that the talent was tumbling in the sky, and the two bright moons gradually became one.

"Is it really Narushu? This Qingyun Mansion is really a place of outstanding people......"

Suddenly, her gaze froze.

I saw that in the bright moon, five charming women and that hateful but unforgettable figure appeared in a sea of flowers at the same time.

For a moment, Ying Ying felt that her whole person was not good!

"Hehe, what a jolly!" Ying Ying sneered, "Ning'er." ”

"The slave is here."

Ning Er immediately ran up from downstairs.

The Yunshan Secret Realm ended, and Ning Er returned to Qingyun Mansion with the team. She went to Shishan City to deliver a letter for Ying Ying, and after the delivery, she naturally had to return to Ying Ying to be a personal guard.

Ning Er also saw the person performing the poem on this day, and naturally recognized that the man in the full moon was Shen Lang.

She stepped forward and saluted, and said angrily: "Miss, this Shen Lang is really hateful!" The Mid-Autumn Festival is not comfortable! ”

What is the mind of her own young lady, she naturally knows best.

"Send someone to send this wooden box to Shen Lang." Ying Ying said coldly.

Ning Er's eyes widened: "Miss, we have been investigating this matter for two months, and we are about to have eyebrows, so we won't investigate it?" ”

Ying Ying snorted coldly: "It's not to kill me, what else to check?" Since that man is too free to enjoy the moon with beauty, let him worry about it himself! ”

"Yes." Ning Er was about to go downstairs with the small wooden box in her arms.

But as she approached the entrance of the stairs, she slowed down.

"Three, two, one......" Ning Er counted silently in her heart.

"Ning'er."

Ning Er sighed in her heart, and sure enough.

"Ning'er is here."

Ning'er walked back with the small wooden box in her arms.

"Stuff down." Ying Ying frowned, looking irritated.

Ning Er's big eyes flickered, and she said, "Miss, don't you send it to him?" ”

"If you tell you to put it down, let it go, and if you talk more, I'll go back to the palace!"

"Yes."

Ning Er quietly stuck out her tongue, and quickly put down the small wooden box and went downstairs.

Ying Ying gritted her teeth and looked at the small wooden box on the table again, feeling inexplicably irritable.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, the six kingdoms of the human race and several demon kingdoms all witnessed the vision in that round of bright moon at the same time.

On August 15, the stunning work "Water Tune Song Head" was born.