"Don't you need pen and paper?" The subordinate next to him brought a pen and paper and bent down to ask.

Lu Fan shook his head, looked back at the distance of the Yellow Crane Tower, he poured the wine in his hand into his throat, and spit out the first line of poetry: "The people of the past have taken the Yellow Crane to ......"

Baili Fengchen sighed slightly.

Li Han had already returned to his seat, he lowered his head and began to drink, the smile on his face proved that he was not optimistic about Lu Fan at all.

The county lord of Pingnan and Shangguan Yue both looked at Lu Fan's appearance, and he was now holding the wine jug in his hand and looking into the distance. In terms of momentum and posture, it is very free and easy.

The words of the verse, this sentence alone does not hear anything.

However, Lu Fan was able to write such a sentence, which also made the county lord of Pingnan puzzled. Could it be that he really came to the Yellow Crane Tower to study poetry a few days ago?

"The Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here."

Tao Bai Daru's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the artistic conception and picture in his mind came spontaneously. And here is the Yellow Crane Tower, the artistic conception and the picture are integrated, bursting out from the depths of the heart.

Baili Fengchen raised his head with a little surprise in his eyes.

Even the eyes of the county lord of Pingnan were flickering slightly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Fan, and they desperately wanted to know what the next line of poetry was.

Lu Fan took another sip of the wine in the jug, raised his head and looked at the sky: "The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years." ”

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Tao Bai Daru's wine glass fell on the table, he squinted his eyes slightly, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he kept nodding: "The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is empty here." The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. ”

He was immersed in the aftertaste of the verse, and his heart was shocked.

Li Han had already gotten up from his seat, a little incredulous. When he heard this poem, his head was buzzing, and he was even affected by the artistic conception and felt the wonder of the poem.

At this moment, the Yellow Crane Tower was extremely quiet, and a breeze was blowing outside, and many people shivered, feeling goosebumps all over their bodies.

Many people are silently reciting this poem in their hearts, and they all feel a kind of shock in their hearts.

What a masterpiece!

The glass-like eyes of the county lord of Pingnan flickered slightly, and the expression on her face at the moment was not as cold as before, and she was also deeply shocked by the poem written by Lu Fan.

But perhaps because of her personality, her eyes quickly returned to their former coldness.

Shangguan Yue blinked her eyes and looked at Lu Fan with slightly open red lips, although she didn't know much about poetry, but she also felt that feeling, and the shock pierced her heart, and even her skin was crispy and numb.

"Lu Gongzi, dare to ask about the following content of this poem." Tao Bai Daru slowly got up and bowed slightly towards Lu Fan.

"Forget." Lu Fan put down the wine jug in his hand and said in a calm tone.

Forgot?

Everyone was stunned, this is like watching some TV series, when you see some of the most exciting places, suddenly there is a problem with the TV series and it is not broadcast.

"Alas...... It's a pity, such a good poem, alas, ......" Tao Bai Daru sighed twice, his eyes full of regret.

Li Han came back to his senses at this time, and he hurriedly smiled and said: "Although Lu Shizi's poem is very good, it is a pity that it is only half a que, since it is not a complete poem......

"Even if it is not a complete poem, just this half of the poem is enough to hang in the Yellow Crane Tower and become the best poem!" Tao Bai Daru interrupted Li Han's words and sighed.

"This ......" Li Han clenched his fists tightly, and he now felt his whole face flush incomparably red. The gambling contract was made by him, but now it has achieved Lu Fan and made him write a masterpiece.

"Although I am only halfway at this time, the poem I prepared for the county lord is the most complete." Lu Fan turned around and walked slowly towards the county lord of Pingnan.

Shangguan Yue's eyes lit up, and she sat up straight: "Okay, okay...... I didn't expect the prince to be so infatuated, if I were the county lord, I would agree! ”

Regarding her arch fire, the county lord of Pingnan just glanced at her coldly.

At this time, the shock in everyone's hearts remained, and they once again focused their eyes on Lu Fan, wanting to know what poem he would write next.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Lu Fan's eyes were firmly fixed on the county lord of Pingnan, and there was a touch of infatuation in the depths of his eyes.

The picture that came to the mind of the lord of Pingnan County, Guan Guan Mingchun dove, in the river Xiaozhou Island. The girl is quiet and beautiful, and the beautiful man begs her to be a partner.

She didn't know why, but the calm surface of the lake in her heart was now rippling slightly as if it had been swept by small pebbles.

Many talented women even felt that their hearts were beating, and they looked at Lu Fan in brocade clothes, and they had a strange feeling in their hearts.

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair Lady, I covet it. ”

When Lu Fan read this, he stopped a few meters in front of the county lord of Pingnan and sighed deeply.

"I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. ”

He looked at the county lord of Pingnan, and a smile appeared on his face: "Jagged wattles, pick them left and right." My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. ”

At this moment, everyone stared at Lu Fan, with doubts and shock in their eyes. How the hell is this done, even a love poem is such a masterpiece.

He's a kendo monk, so he shouldn't be able to write poetry.

When he read the last sentence, Lu Fan had unconsciously walked in front of the county lord, and he stared at the county lord's glass-like eyes: "Jagged vegetables, left and right." My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

When the words fell, the county lord of Pingnan opened her red lips slightly, and even she didn't notice it, her eyes once again lost their previous coldness, and her heart was already immersed in poetry.

It wasn't until Lu Fan had already walked in front of her that she came back to her senses.

In her eyes, Lu Fan stared at her affectionately with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "County Lord, what this poem contains is my endless love for you. ”

Shangguan Yue's eyes widened, and the pupils of the Pingnan County Lord shrank.

Everyone present felt like their heads had been struck by lightning, and their minds fell into a temporary state of stagnation.

Lord Pingnan reacted the fastest, she clamped her legs tightly under the table, and her hands tightly grasped her skirt. The smiling gesture was hard to detect, and she still maintained a cold gaze on the surface.

Darn...... Why is there such a poem? And this kind of thing, how the hell did he say it!

Shangguan Yue was shocked by what Lu Fan said, she never thought that someone could say something like her.

And the most important thing is that this is the first time she has seen someone who can express her love so bluntly.

What Lu Fan did in the Yellow Crane Tower has quickly swept the capital. The people below the Yellow Crane Tower were the first to know that when they heard the two poems written by Shizi, they were puzzled and shocked at the same time.

They all couldn't believe it, thinking that the news was wrong. Where would the prince of the Guogong Mansion write poems, until the news was confirmed, they began to discuss fiercely.

"Is it really a poem written by the prince of the country? When I saw these two poems, I realized that all the poems I had written over the years had been written in vain! ”

"This kind of talent, is it really Lu Shizi? This kind of artistic conception, this kind of connotation, and this love poem, I can't believe that love poems can still be written like this! ”

"Alas...... If only the little girl could receive this kind of poem at any time, the little girl would have married on the spot. ”

At the same time as the news spread, in a little-known courtyard in the Yellow Crane Tower, the third prince was wearing a golden silk brocade robe, leaning on the couch, holding grapes in his hands.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years." The swordsman read the verse slowly.

The third prince raised his head, and his gaze suddenly sharpened: "Good poem, good sentence...... Even if it's only half a que, it's enough to be famous for eternity! ”

He slowly stood up from the couch and looked not far away: "I began to wonder whether you were a kendo monk or a Confucian monk. ”