"Fu poem?" the prince of the Southern Dynasty was surprised, and immediately patted Su Hanshan's hair and recommended himself, "I'm the best at it." ”

Li Tianxia's voice was very loud, and the surrounding seats were very quiet, and these words fell into the ears of the eldest prince Su Jieyu, and there was no doubt that he was exchanged for contempt and ridicule.

The male and female voices of the eldest prince of Su Tang have also left their absurdity in the folk market, but there is still a little talent in the belly. Especially in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, I don't know how many dust willows have been dumped in the past few years, and I have tried and tested repeatedly.

Su Hanshan is different.

In the fifteenth year of the Taohuashan Temple of the Southern Dynasty, I saw a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and the poems and songs were also learned by the Emperor Houzhu. I'm not afraid of talking about Zen and Taoism with people, but the impromptu poems really poke at the sore spot, where did Su Hanshan do it?

He couldn't take his eyes off Qin Wuyang, and he still couldn't figure out what the latter was going to do. He only knew that this reunion should not be missed again no matter what.

The turtle came to the four treasures of the study room and waited aside.

Su Hanshan dipped his pen in ink, and then paused to think.

Li Tianxia asked, "I really don't need to help? I'm very good at it." ”

Su Hanshan shook his head: "It's better for me to come by myself." ”

But how should this poem be written, and what should be written?

Su Hanshan's gaze couldn't help but fall on Qin Wuyang again, remembering the scene of the first meeting in Lingnan three months ago, and then couldn't help but recall......

The eldest prince, Su Jieyu, looked at Su Hanshan, who was deeply in memory, and saw that the latter had not put down his pen for a long time, so he sneered. Then lift the pen and wave it, all in one go.

Zhuo Buqun and Mu Chengfeng and other fox friends beside him are naturally unwilling to give up any opportunity to slip around and shoot horses, not to mention that they also sincerely admire the poems left by His Royal Highness in Fireworks Willow Lane. After a cursory glance at the poem written by Su Jieyu, he began to praise it.

For this kind of touting, Su Jieyu, who pointed at the orchid, undoubtedly enjoyed it.

The turtle man stepped forward respectfully, held Su Jieyu's poem in his palm, and read aloud: "The hall is full of flowers and drunken green, and the night snow is a good day." The red candle clothes are untied, and they live up to the grace of the beauty. ”

The sound fell, and the downstairs lobby applauded.

Whether it is a prostitute who is illiterate and vulgar in big words, or a boy who embraces the vassal elegance on the left and right, he is very fond of such obscene words. It was the vast majority of the girls in the flower building, and they were also bumped into by the deer in the teasing place.

The compliments and boasting in his ears were endless, and Li Tianxia felt disgusted and plucked his ears. Seeing that Su Hanshan was still stunned, he couldn't help but urge.

"Have you thought of the draft?"

Su Hanshan came back to his senses and sank.

He didn't write poetry, but he could write stories.

He wanted to write down what he said to Wuyang, so he could barely count it as a poem.

Su Hanshan put pen to paper.

I saw that he wrote: "A ride on the red dust concubine laughs, and the end of the world is not a dragon platform." In March, the frost and snow are silent, when will the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers will fall, and the familiar swallow will return. The bright moon closes the mountains for thousands of miles, relying on high-rise buildings to wait for the clouds to open. ”

Su Hanshan wrote a story.

A ride on the red dust concubine laughed is borrowing an allusion to write that he met Wuyang Lingnan.

The end of the world is Longtai, and this sentence is written about the separation before the Longmen Pass.

In March, the frost and snow are silent, and the sun sets in the west. Su Hanshan said that in the past three months, from late autumn to the winter solstice, he has been asking people to look for him all the time, looking forward to the return of Wuyang.

He finally looked forward to this day, but the people he met again were just déjà vu.

He didn't know what happened to Huang Shang'er.

Both guilty and remorseful.

He thought that no matter what happened from now on, even if he was thousands of miles away, he would always accompany Wuyang hand in hand and keep the clouds open.

Su Hanshan's heart echoed in Qin Wuyang's ears.

She listened quietly.

When I heard the last promise, I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes. Huang Shang'er's little hand hidden in the sleeve of her skirt was clenched, revealing a smile that cried with joy.

It was as if at this moment, the hardships endured for months were worth it.

But shrewdly, she didn't let anyone see her joy, and she turned around just in time.

I thought to myself, "Don't try to make me forgive you with a broken poem! I've only been away for a long time, and I even have a marriage contract." You big carrot, this girl will never forgive!"

Xie Qiqi, thank you, everyone stepped forward and attached their ears.

Huang Shang'er Qin Wuyang whispered a word, and was waited by the flower slaves to leave.

Countless eyes in Xunfang Building were looking forward to it, waiting for everyone to reveal the last person who won the favor of Oiran.

Su Hanshan and Li Tianxia stood up anxiously, looking at the lobby downstairs on the railing.

Many sons in the surrounding seats also surrounded each other.

Su Xie Yu was still sitting there as a prince, calm and confident.

Xie Qiqi thanked everyone with a smile, and curtsied at Su Hanshan and the two people in the Xuanzi Elegant Seat, and then his eyes fell on the body of the eldest prince Su Jieyu.

"Please let Su Gongzi enter the girl's boudoir. ”

At this time, there were two Su Gongzi in Xunfang Building.

Although everyone Xie didn't call him by name, everyone could see that the person she called was Su Jieyu Su Gongzi.

Su Hanshan's eldest brother.

"Why?"

Su Hanshan's heart sank, as painful as falling into an abyss from which there will be no return.

He looked at Huang Shang'er's disappearing back, looked at Su Jieyu's evil smile on his face and the provocative gaze he cast, he clenched the fence with both hands, and actually pinched out his fingerprints.

Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, was also really confused: "What is this girl doing?

After knowing each other for fifteen years, Li Tianxia, who had never seen Su Hanshan in such pain, was very anxious.

He glanced at Zhuo Buqun, Mu Chengfeng and the others, and said in a low voice: "It's really not good, let's go grab it." You and I join forces, I don't believe that we can't cure those soft-legged guys. ”

Su Hanshan's sword frowned slightly and raised his head.

With his eyes moist and red, he snorted: "No matter what, we have to figure out what happened tonight." ”

......

Oiran Qin Wuyang's boudoir is located on the top floor of Xunfang Building.

Quiet and elegant.

Mu Chengfeng and Zhuo Buqun, who followed the eldest prince Su Jieyu to climb the building, guarded the corridor on the top floor with great interest.

The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold.

Naturally, they don't allow anyone to bother with Xie Yu Hua Xie Yu.

Maybe His Royal Highness the Eldest Prince is having a good time, and they can also follow suit.

Before this was done, Mu Chengfeng and Zhuo Buqun, who were princes and nobles, would definitely not be able to do it. Today is different, after seeing the peerless appearance of that Oiran with my own eyes, I am willing to make people haggard for Yixiao, and I can't care so much.

In the dead of night, snow drifted outside the building.

A few people pricked up their ears and drank and chatted.

......

Li Tianxia and Su Hanshan, who had the face of a golden and silver fox, pretended to be drunk, and came upstairs with their shoulders on their backs.

They held on to the wooden railing next to the stairs, and when they saw that they were about to climb to the top floor, one of the brocade-clothed men in charge of guarding the door stood up vigilantly, stretched out his hand against Li Tianxia's chest, and said with a sneer: "It's not a shame to lose to our Highness! If the two of them are not convinced and want to make trouble with wine, I am afraid that they have found the wrong person." ”

Mu Chengfeng, Zhuo Buqun and others laughed.

Li Tianxia was also laughing.

His smile was a little cautious: "Brother Tai thinks too much." ”

"How?"

"Looking for a place where Fanglou's fart is big, how could our brothers find the wrong object?"

As soon as Li Tianxia's voice fell, he kicked the man in the chest, and the latter flew three meters away and hit the stairs.