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Just when everyone's complicated eyes gradually turned away.

Yu Qingluo suddenly walked towards the table in Lubei, and immediately attracted the eyes of Yueyang Tower.

With a slender hand, he picked up a flask and poured a glass of wine. Raised in front of Lu Bei, he smiled sweetly: "Master Lu, on the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't you make a poem." ”

Lu Bei squinted at King Qi Gaomo, and then glanced at Yu Qingluo deeply, did not take the wine cup, coughed, and said indifferently: "Lu doesn't know how to compose poetry. ”

At this time, Gao Mo saw Yu Qingluo walking towards a table in Lubei, and poured wine into a pot of wine to a young man with a pale face, and his eyes became gloomy.

At this moment, the attendant who had gone to investigate Lu Bei and Liu Yi returned and whispered for a while.

King Qi's eyes were even more cold, and he didn't speak with a calm face.

The young handsome man in the field saw Yu Qingluo pouring wine and inviting poetry to a young man with a pale face holding a sword. For a while, there was an uproar.

At this time, Yu Qingluo's wine glass was raised with both hands, and it was half stopped in the air. It's not to let go, it's not to let go.

The scene was very awkward for a while.

At this moment, Xu Yang said loudly: "What a rude boy, the daughter of the county guard will give you face, and even accept the wine." ”

Yu Lin and several southern sages also noticed the situation off the field at this time, and their brows were furrowed.

Lu Bei glanced at Xu Yang with a squint, and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Xu was stunned on his face.

Liu Yi saw that Lu Bei was stunned, but he still didn't take the wine cup, but said eagerly: "Brother Lu......"

At this time, Yu Qingluo said in a tone full of grievances: "Childe, do you have any opinions about Qingluo?" ”

Lu Bei shook his head.

Slowly took the glass and took a sip.

After coughing a few times, Fang Shen said, "Miss Yu is serious." ”

The cunning meaning in Yu Qingluo's eyes flashed, and he said coquettishly: "Since the prince has no opinion on Qingluo, let's compose a poem." ”

Before Lu Bei could speak, a small muttering sounded, "What kind of poems can such peddlers and pawns compose? ”

But it was Xu Yang who whispered to a young scholar.

said it was a low voice, but at this time, the atmosphere in the stadium was eerily quiet, so everyone heard it.

Lu Bei chuckled, and looked at the cold moonlight outside the window, which seemed to penetrate the sky and look straight at the silver man.

He said lightly: "Lu really doesn't know how to compose poetry. It's just that in the early years, I met an old farmer in the mountains and got drunk, and today I am talking to you. ”

These words caused a burst of sneering, and he said in his heart that this young man was so smart, and he pretended to be drunk with the old farmer, but he avoided the embarrassment of not understanding the following poems.

Lu Bei didn't care, the cold wind blew, and he chanted word by word:

"The mica screen candle shadow is deep, and the long river is gradually falling. Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night. ”

He hadn't lied before, and he wasn't good at it.

What I learned in my previous life was just the art of killing. As for the young man who wears the soul in this life, he also has limited knowledge.

However, in his spare time, he also read a few Tang poems.

Today, it's not even very appropriate.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was silent, only to feel a sense of loneliness and a sense of amazement welling up in their hearts.

For a while, no one made a statement to find out whether Lu Bei's poems were relevant or not.

Under the moonlight, Chang'e silently stared at the indifferent pale face of the sword-wielding young man, her delicate body trembling slightly, and muttering to herself.

"Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and night heart. ”

Seeing this, Yang Chan hurriedly grabbed Chang'e's slightly trembling warm jade hand, and said with a worried expression: "Sister, are you okay?" ”

There was a drop of crystal in the corner of Chang'e's eyes, her starry eyes were even brighter, and she smiled faintly: "I'm fine, sister." ”

At this time, there is a new change in the field.

After Lu Bei finished reciting, the old man of Chu Nan burst into tears, revealing a look of embarrassment.

Zhong Degong and Shi Mao Gong are also related.

Uh, it seems...... These old men are people with stories.

At this time, King Gao Mo of Qi suddenly laughed, shook the folding fan gently, and the jade tree was in the wind, like the stars and the moon, and everyone in the field was attracted by it.

The reverence of the nobility of heaven is reflected to the extreme.

King Qi Gao Mo smiled and said to Qingluo: "Qingluo, I also made a poem for you." ”

Yu Qingluo's eyes were looking forward to it at this time, and his jade face showed a playful look and said, "Oh, King Qi can also compose poems...... It can't be ghostwritten. ”

It is rumored that the king of Qi does not learn and has no skills, and his ambition is great and talented. Although it is not to bully men and women, it is in the fish and meat township. But it can also be regarded as a sluggern.

Dongting Dragon Monarch Yuanzhang saw the burning eyes of King Qi Gao Mo looking at his daughter at this time, and his face was extremely strange.

Xindao, Qingluo, this kid, is really not worry-free.

Regarding Yu Qingluo's joking words, King Qi Gao Mo Mingyu didn't think he was angry.

It seems that he intends to carry out the gentle and elegant image of a warm man to the end, and said happily: "This is a surprise that this king has been polishing for several months and specially given to Qingluo." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yu Qingluo was a little looking forward to it.

King Qi took a piece of rice paper from the hand of the attendant behind him and read it aloud.

To Qingluo

Welcome the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, laughter and laughter.

The bright moon of the cinnamon branch blesses the congratulations, and the sound is good and the flowers bloom into a good fate.

Hearing this poem, everyone in the audience smiled. And Yu Lin's old face was black, and Yuan Zhang couldn't smile bitterly.

This poem is really ...... There is the wind of King Qi.

To be outspoken, is it considered a proposition.

King Qi's eyes were full of anticipation and said, "Qingluo, how is this poem." ”

Yu Qingluo's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Turn around and walk away from where you came.

Leaving the King of Qi alone in the same place to be confused and thinking, what does it mean?

At this time, Yu Lin coughed, and everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

Yu Lin said with a look of regret on his face: "Since Chu Nangong and Zhong Degong have something to do temporarily, they have already left the table first. Therefore, the second step of the Mid-Autumn Festival is different from previous years. ”

When everyone heard Yu Lin's words, sure enough, after seeing the first few cases, I don't know when, Chu Nangong and Zhong Degong had already left the table.

But before I could delve into the reason, I was shocked by Yu Lin's words.

Yu Lin is actually very difficult.

When Duke Zhong De and Duke Chu Nan heard Lu Bei's poem, they left the table one after another, and frankly said that they each went to worship an old man.

These two great sages have always acted as they please, and they always have unexpected actions.

And when Zhong Degong was leaving, he even said: "The meaning of the words and aspirations of the five people is all in the former poetry." There is no need to write another poem. ”

Although Yu Lin also thinks so in his heart, at this moment, he has to finish the next Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Day reviews no matter what.

Yu Linqing coughed and said in a paused voice: "Therefore, the five heroes who have just been selected do not need to make long poems. The meaning of words can be recorded in a long screen on the west wall. Well, this screen can be placed in Yueyang Tower for three months. ”

Yu Lin is worthy of being in charge of the military administration of a county, and in a short period of time, he actually thought of this more feasible method.

The young handsome man who submitted a poem before and was not selected, and was disappointed in his heart, was eager to try it at this time when he heard this.

Liu Yi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, with his talent and literary rhyme, and by sending homesickness to a different place, it was very rare to get a masterpiece in one day.

Since there is no longer a longer or shorter meaning below, Liu Yi is also happy to see it.

Tao Jing's expression was indifferent, and he was indispensable.

And Li Yu also smiled faintly, a little famous, if you don't like it, if you don't like it, if you don't have it, you won't be sad.

Han Tong was already satisfied with the favor of the Yueyang County Guard tonight, and the others were not in his consideration.

Only Xu Yang's expression was annoyed, and his face was extremely complicated. He had prepared so much for today's fame, and why.

Chu Nangong and Zhong Degong, these two pedantic old men, are really hateful and good things for me.

Xu Yang said indignantly in his heart.