It was nearly midnight, it was the most lively time in the Scattered Flower Building, and the guests heard that Zheng Shiru was going to fight poetry with others, and they all came to be interested and whispered.

"Who is this person?

"At first glance, it's a no-name junior, it's not worth mentioning, but it can add some fun to everyone. ”

"Brother Li's words are very close to my heart. ”

......

Everyone looked at Mo Xiaolou differently, some had bad intentions, some saw jokes, some mocked, and some saw Mo Xiaolou handsome and nymphomaniac......

The concubine frowned. She knew that Zheng Shi was like him, and she had heard a certain uncle comment that although he was talented, he was narrow-minded and couldn't see others better than him.

She was full of confidence in Mo Xiaolou, so she was naturally not worried about losing to this Zheng Shiru, but the discussion of the people in Sanhualou still made her not very happy, so she raised her voice and said:

"My father is only five cars rich, and his poetry is unparalleled in the world, and he can promise to exchange poems with this Zheng Shi, and he can still afford him!"

Her voice was not loud, but her crisp voice stood out in the midst of the insignificant discussions, and immediately suppressed them.

"Haha, kid, you don't know anything! Even Zheng Gongzi doesn't dare to call the world unparalleled, I have never heard of your father's name, say that the world is unparalleled, don't you laugh off my big teeth? Hahaha......" A person behind him said loudly, and laughed out loud after speaking.

Everyone also laughed, but seeing that she was young, she was quite restrained.

Zheng Shiru smiled even more happily: "Brother Mo, I think it's better for you to move faster, don't make people laugh in vain." ”

At the same time, in a secret stronghold of the Yin Sect.

"Wan'er, what do you think of Mo Xiaolou?"

"Huh? this ...... Although he is very good-looking, he is really ...... to talk about marriage so early Ao"

Zhu Yuyan pointed at Wanwan's forehead with a snap of her finger, and her tone was helpless and doting:

"Naughty. ”

"Hee-hee. Mo Xiaolou, I think it's just a sullen big villain, a bad kind of oil. Master, you don't know, ....... back then."

Zhu Yuyan watched Wan Wan talk non-stop, knowing that she couldn't get any useful information from her mouth, so she turned her head and asked Wen Caiting, "What do you think?"

"Returning to the sect master, I think: this person is either a true righteous gentleman or a eunuch. ”

"Oh, where do you say that?"

Wen Caiting then attached her ear to describe the situation in the valley at that time.

Zhu Yuyan's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she bowed her head and said, "In this way, this person's mind is quite firm. By the way, have you arranged everything for tomorrow's banquet?"

"Don't worry, sect master, I don't believe it, even the world's most talented woman can't move his heart. ”

"Good, just wait for tomorrow. ”

......

There are poems written by predecessors on the walls of the scattered flower building, some are wild and wanton, and there are also those who are upright and atmospheric.

Mo Xiaolou walked downstairs with his concubine, his eyes scanning the wall,

"I live in the east of Yangzhou, and there are two trees in front of the door, an apple tree and a pear tree. Mo Xiaolou cried and laughed: "This can also be written?"

The man in black who was with Zheng Shiru glared when he heard this: "This poem is straightforward, the writing is appropriate, and it rhymes, why can't you write it?"

Mo Xiaolou didn't refute either, but said, "It seems that you wrote this poem." ”

His indifferent demeanor made the man in black breathe, and said angrily: "You kid is rude!"

Zheng Shiru saw that the man was about to make a move, so he hurriedly stopped him and persuaded him softly. In the name of his madman, he is so respectful to this man in black, and this person's identity is by no means simple.

The man in black looked like he was in his twenties, and his expression was always condescending. But his arrogance is different from Zheng Shiru's arrogance, it is a kind of extravagance in his bones.

Even if this person is not a royal person, he is at least a descendant of the four major lords.

Naturally, he didn't bother with his identity, he just casually browsed the poems in the back, and suddenly, his eyes were stunned, and he was slightly surprised: "Good poems!"

"Twenty years of looking for a sword, a few times back leaves and branches, since the first sight of the peach blossoms, until now unswerving. Mo Xiaolou sang softly, the handwriting of this poem was sharp, but it was suddenly hidden at the end, giving people a feeling of returning to the basics.

For some reason, Mo Xiaolou was a little inexplicably familiar with this handwriting, and unconsciously read this poem three times.

"It's really good poetry. ”

This was written by Pei Ju Pei, who was the servant of the Ministry at the time, and Pei wrote with his left hand, and he was still able to write so strongly, which was really a masterpiece. Zheng Shiru explained.

"Oh, this Master Pei is still left-handed?"

"No, Master Pei can write with both hands. The words written with the left hand are sharp, and the words written with the right hand are gentle and elegant, which is really a miracle. ”

It was the first time that Mo Xiaolou had heard that someone could write two completely different styles of left and right handwriting, and he was immediately interested and wanted to ask, but Zheng Shiru shook the folding fan lightly, smiled silently, but the man in black on the side interjected and said: "Pei Ju does have this talent, but this person is always serious and very boring." ”

Mo Xiaolou's heart moved, listening to the tone of his voice when he called Pei Ju, there was no doubt that this person was a royal person.

The man in black seemed to have forgotten Fang Cai's unhappiness, and said with a smile: "Although Pei Ju's poem is wonderful, there is still a flaw. ”

Mo Xiaolou smiled knowingly,

"Yes, it's the love word. Placed here, it is too straightforward and elegant. ”

The man in black said, "Why don't I wait for him to change it......?" How about swapping love for heart?"

Mo Xiaolou shook his head and did not comment.

Zheng Shiru smiled slightly and said confidently: "Swear." ”

Concubine Xuan also joined in the fun, clapped her hands and said, "Think." ”

Mo Xiaolou didn't say anything, he directly picked up the brush on the table next to him, and mentioned another word on the unswerving word 'love' on the wall.

......

Zheng Shiru was stunned, speechless for a long time, staring at the newly added words on the wall, he couldn't help but sigh, and said: "Twenty years of looking for a sword, a few leaves and branches, since I saw the peach blossoms, until now it has not moved. Brother Mo, that's amazing!"

What Mo Xiaolou changed was the word 'more'.

It seemed that it was not enough, so Mo Xiaolou added another stroke to the first sentence.

Twenty years, turned into thirty years.

"Wow!" The onlookers were in an uproar, originally Mo Xiaolou changed his feelings to a change, which had already impressed everyone, and a few of the people who had shown ridicule at him earlier also showed a look of expectation.

The second is the real number, and the third is the approximate number.

Change two to three, and the artistic conception of the poem will go to another level.

Even Zheng Shiru, a madman, trembled all over, which of course did not mean that he was afraid of Mo Xiaolou, but because of his excitement when he met an opponent of equal strength.

He had already heard that Fangjia, the world's most talented woman, had arrived at the Sanhua Building, and he must be watching everyone from every corner at this time.

For this rumored Chinese beauty, he has already prepared a total of eighty-two poems on various themes, and he doesn't know how to show them quietly.

At this time, seeing that he was indeed a poet, he almost laughed out loud.

Win a general, and win a talent. Obviously, the latter is more able to win the hearts of beauties.

He had already imagined the situation of the beauty throwing himself into his arms after he won the victory with a crushing momentum, and suddenly he couldn't wait to say:

"Say good fighting poems, don't keep judging others. Brother Mo, each of the three of us will make a poem, how about everyone judge?"