The three girls stepped in, as if at this moment, everything around them was overshadowed and could not be compared, they were the home of the world's poetry building. The literati and ink writers have been elegant since ancient times, and they are stable and mature without losing their color. At this time, the roar like a hungry ghost was crazy everywhere in the poetry building.

Wow!

It's all beautiful!

Dongfang Yu's gaze turned away from everyone, and consciously fell on the girl in front of her who had a small hand hanging down the curtain and behaved politely. The ice muscles are clear, weak and boneless, round and jade, round and round like jade. If the guess is right, she must be the eldest lady of the Liu family, Liu Wenxin. Inexplicably signed a marriage letter, the fiancée who has not yet passed the door.

After seeing Liu Wenxin's appearance again, Dongfang Yu, who had countless experiences in his previous life, was also extremely amazing.

There is no such thing as a thousand autumns! Pleasing to the eye is a beauty! Alluring the country and the city! Shocking to the world!

Is there really such a daughter in this world?

No wonder everyone in the world covets the daughter of the Liufu family! Hearing the name of Liu Wenxin, I was heartbroken. Seemingly! The name is not false, I think! Since he was the Daji of the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera in his previous life, he may not be able to compare!

It's okay, it's okay!

Dongfang Yu patted his chest, he was also glad, such a fairy who fell into the mortal world, after all, was still married to him, if he went out to others, it would be a pity!

But then again, he is also a bewitching and handsome King of Qin, and he is talented in his chest, is he not worthy of the daughter of the Liu family?

Don't forget! With the memory of his previous life, brain Chinese can crush everyone in the world's poetry building, even if it is called Master Xuan, but it is bullshit.

Three hundred Tang poems are out, and there are six hundred and eight literary circles in Dawu, who can compete with them!

"His Royal Highness King Qi, His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, Miss Liu, Miss Zhao, please take a seat." Under the hustle and bustle, among the crowd, the scholars of the world's poetry buildings, with a flattering smile on their faces, welcomed several people into the upper seat.

Not to mention status, imperial power and wealth, the literary talents of the four people are enough to crush everyone present.

When the four of them slowly sit down, the finale is about to appear on stage.

Coming soon, it is the pinnacle of the current martial arts literary world.

"Welcome Master Su, Miss Su!"

Oh!

The applause like a mountain wave is like a back wave pushing the front wave, slowly gradually.

A warm welcome to the good students.

Dongfang Yu also followed the wave, clapping both crazy and perfunctory.

No way!

Seemingly! Most of the students who came were fans of Master Su! If he doesn't applaud.

Just these rotten people in front of him, don't you want to dismantle him in eight pieces and sink his body to the bottom of the sea?

Immediately!

The middle-aged Master Su and Miss Su appeared in front of everyone.

But! Dongfang Yu's enthusiasm is naturally not for the sloppy old man. is the number one talented woman in the capital, Su Xi.

To say that Liu Wenxin is the first beauty in the capital, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, polite manners, and can be called a model of etiquette; Then this Su Xi girl is completely different, her temperament, temperament, elegance, and nobility are all superior.

To have such an elegant and noble temperament is by no means something that can be cultivated overnight. It is not born and cultivated, and it has been more than ten years to have this temperament.

Pretty like the peach of three springs, pure like the chrysanthemum of nine autumns.

……

The corners of the eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and the voice and smile are gentle.

……

The product is like a flying immortal, and the love is very customary. The predecessor of Mingyue is as beautiful as jade.

The number one talented woman in the capital really deserves her name.

"I have admired Master Su and Miss Su for a long time, and I can see you today, Tiansansheng is lucky!"

What a gentleman in Dongfang, I heard everyone in the literary world and met him! Go to the word "king", and it is commensurate with ordinary people! Moderate politeness, politeness is just right, Qi Wang Dongfangtian, is worthy of being known as the most talented person in literature and the abyss of the city among the princes.

This careful thinking, I'm afraid even the prince can't compare.

Of course! In front of him Dongfang Yu, he was still a little immature.

Su Xi smiled faintly, as if she was full of charm, "His Royal Highness the King of Qi praises falsely!" ”

"Master Su, Miss Su..."

The three girls were also polite when they saw it. Although he is an old acquaintance of the world's poetry building, in public, the etiquette cannot be invalidated.

Soho nodded, crossed his hands, and sat down on the high chair.

This old man! Good momentum! The etiquette is not ordinary.

I just don't know, what is the ink in this chest?

Dongfang Yu since he arrived in the cabinet of the world's poetry building, the pavilion painting wall, in addition to all kinds of landscapes, between the mist, seems to be mysterious; There are many insects, fish, birds and beasts, nine days of colorful phoenixes, and flying dragons. Under the paintings, there are famous poems written by many literati and writers in the past 600 years of Dawu.

Of course! In the eyes of the current Confucian scholars, its realm is already very high, even! Tentacles but not the sun and the moon, hook the feet but not the stars.

But in Dongfang Yu's eyes, among the many kinds of poems, they are only of a low level.

Compared with Du Fu, Li Bai, Lu You and all kinds of poetry people, these martial artists can cover the sky with one hand, and they are not even worthy of lifting shoes for others.

"The world's poetry building is a place where ancient sages, literary masters of the past dynasties, and cultural pen swaying! Thanks to your love, the old man will serve as the poetry meeting of the world's poetry building every five years! ”

"So! The World Poetry Club, start now! Everyone can use all major literature, take out the poems nominated by the experts, and savor them carefully! Soho sat next to him, and his pride was evident on his face.

This kind of arrogance is because it has been admired for a long time, so it is so proud! But in Dongfang Yu's eyes, this old man seems to have no one in his eyes and thinks of himself as high.

And everyone, as if they took this indifferent attitude for granted.

In an instant! The poetry building seemed to be cold in the air, and the surrounding environment became extremely quiet, as if a thin needle had landed, and it could be heard clearly.

Immediately! It is a few Confucian scholars, standing tall in front of everyone, praising and waving their big hands, as if they want to show off **, in front of all the women, they will be favored.

It was supposed to drink tea quietly and savor this poetic poetry meeting in the world, but with the exit of one person, Dongfang Yu pursed his lips and held back a smile, not even daring to drink the tea, for fear of choking to death!

"There is a song here, I want to listen to it with Master Su."

"Hmm!"

"Come on!"

"The tiger sits in the mountains, and suddenly roars and shakes the mountains and forests."

"It was originally a cricket in the forest, and the pine was tied to the thighs."

"Good! Good poetry, huh? ”

After chanting, this person still looked arrogant. It's not embarrassing to see the girls.

Poof!

"Hahaha!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Dongfang Yu really couldn't hold back, and the tea in his mouth sprayed out like a fountain.

The palm of his hand unconsciously slammed the tea room.

Even Yuwen Hu smiled, and Tie Hanhan was undoubted.

"Less... Young master, this... This is also called good poetry, isn't this a foolish job and making things up? ”

"That's it! Also called good poetry? ”

Originally, he was sitting behind the ass of the Confucian scholars, but it turned out! In such a serious place, the two of them actually laughed unscrupulously, which instantly attracted everyone's dissatisfaction.