Fang Zhongjin listened to Wei Wuhou Shizi's question, but he just asked him to sing chrysanthemum, and he felt slightly funny in his heart.

In fact, Fang Zhongjin found the manuscript of their poetry club from Ryanber's bookshelf, and then he came to Shuying Pavilion along the vine.

Most of the verses excerpted from the manuscript are mediocre, with only two good lines occasionally.

Obviously, they didn't really get together to compete for poetry.

Copying two verses of poetry is nothing more than to make the name of this "poetry club" more logical.

And before Fang Zhongjin practiced martial arts, he was really a scholar.

Even if many people are optimistic about the talent who will be the champion of the three yuan, it is not difficult to make a mere two-sentence poem.

He smiled and said, "Okay, bring a pen and paper." ”

The mighty Hou Shizi snorted coldly, and with a slight raise of his hand, a maidservant knelt and spread the rice paper, pen and ink on the brocade table in front of Fang Zhongjin.

Fang Zhongjin groaned slightly, then took the pen and wrote on the paper.

As soon as he put down his pen, Wuwei Hou Shizi ordered someone to bring the rice paper.

I saw that the plain white paper read:

The new frost covers the old ice in the dark night, and the soft English floats a little bit of gold.

The autumn wind makes it difficult for the east fence chrysanthemum, and the ruthless depression destroys the evening sunshine.

Although Wuwei Hou Shizi is not an illiterate Bai Ding, he can't tell the quality of a poem.

He saw that the poems on the paper were indeed written chrysanthemum ~ flowers, and there were rhymes, could this kid really write poems?

He raised his hand casually and stretched out the manuscript of the poem to the previous champion Bai Suhangdao: "Come and see." There was a bit of arrogance in his tone.

Bai Suhang originally fell to the ground with several other sons. Now at the behest of the son, he immediately stood up and took the poem with both hands.

I saw that his eyes turned around the poem a few times before he said, "It is indeed a good poem." ”

Wei Wuhou Shizi snorted and said, "It won't be copied." ”

He raised his hand again, beckoned a maidservant and said, "Aren't you Qinghuan girls unable to come out to meet people without good poems?" You send this song to you Qinghuan girl to see. If I can lure her out, I will be convinced. ”

The maid hurriedly took the rice paper and left, and left with the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

After a while, sure enough, I heard footsteps from far and near, and it seemed that two women were walking towards here.

The descendants of Wuwei said "hey" and said with a smile: "It won't really attract it, right?"

Although he didn't like Fang Zhongjin to investigate them, if this kid could really lure out Qinghuan with a broken poem, it would be really not easy.

The paper door was removed with a "bang", and I saw the maid from before respectfully leading the way, and behind her, Shi Shiran walked into a bright ** woman.

This woman is beautiful and graceful, a pair of bright eyes seem to be unintentional, and her slender figure leads people to reverie, who is Qinghuan who is not back then?

I saw her bow to several sons in the house, and said softly: "I don't know which son wrote this chrysanthemum poem?"

With that, she raised her head slightly, and swept through the few sons in the room with her eyes rolling.

She softened the light, and the boys who were originally lying lazily felt a slight tremor on their backs.

It wasn't until Qing Huan saw a young man sitting cross-legged at a brocade table that her body really shook.

This young man is richly dressed and looks handsome, no matter how you look at it, he should be a noble son in Beijing.

But why is this son's appearance so similar, so similar to the ...... back then?

The princes of Wuwei were originally bent on luring Miss Qinghuan out to meet guests, but now that she really came out, her eyes seemed to be firmly sucked by the newcomer Fang Zhongjin.

This made Shizi a little dissatisfied in his heart, and he coughed and said, "Miss Qinghuan's shelf is big enough." If it weren't for the newcomer Jinyi Wei Zhenfu Fang Zhong Jinfang suddenly came, I would really not have moved you with a few of us. ”

At this time, Qing Huan suddenly seemed to have just woken up from a dream, hurriedly lowered his head, and repeated the words he had just heard in his heart: "Jinyi Wei calms the envoy, Fang Zhongjin ......"

She was already very sure that the Fang Zhongjin in front of her was the one who saved her several times in a row, but in the end disappeared with Lu'er.

Who would have thought that after so many years, Fang Zhongjin would suddenly reappear in front of him, and appear in the form of such a beautiful son.

Qing Huan's daring for Fang Zhongjin is different and complicated. He had saved the weakest and helpless her several times like a god, but it was Lu'er who disappeared with him.

How can this not let Miss Qinghuan's heart be kneaded in every way.

As time passed, Qing Huan thought that he had long forgotten about this person. But providence makes people, and today Fang Zhongjin actually appeared in front of him again.

It's just that the sunset is so ambiguous and lazy, but Fang Zhongjin under the sunset looks more heroic and extraordinary than in the past, everything seems to be deliberately half broken, which makes Qinghuan's heart ripple for a while.

When the descendants of Wuwei saw Qing Huan's shy and embarrassed appearance, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

Although he hasn't seen Qing Huan much, he has always been the leader of the sons of the capital.

I have never encountered a situation where a beautiful woman is not jealous of herself.

I saw that Wuwei Hou Shizi deliberately said with a straight face: "The beauty is shy, but she is really beautiful." It's a pity that it's not our brothers who make the beauty shy. ”

Qing Huan hurriedly smiled shyly. She is also the top card of Shuying Pavilion, what haven't you seen in the Fengyue Field?

I saw her bow to Ying Ying, the prince of Wei Wuhou, and opened her mouth to say two words.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone say coldly: "Is there still a shortage of beauties in the world?" Miss Qinghuan has been the number one brand in Shuying Pavilion for so many years, and her charm is enough, but her delicate is gone.

I brought a delicate and moist one today, and the brothers have come to check for me. ”

Everyone turned around when they heard the voice, but it turned out that another boy in brocade clothes, with his arm around the thin waist of a beauty, was walking in from the open Zhu Gate.

The first thing a few people in the room saw was the boy, and everyone quickly stood up. Even the mighty Hou Shizi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly greeted him and said, "Brother Shengmo, you're here!"

The real name of the person known as "Brother Shengmo" is Zhu Shengmo, and he turned out to be the son of the King of Han and the brother of the dead Zhu Shengbi.

I saw that he was only twenty years old, with a robe on his body, and a prodigal aura on his body seemed to have just woken up from a gentle nest somewhere.

He yawned and said, "Didn't you send someone to invite me?" ”

Saying that, he looked around lazily, his eyes fell on Fang Zhongjin, and he snorted coldly and said, "Your poetry will become less and less precious." Any flat-headed common man can get in. ”

The prince of Wei Wuhou laughed when he said this, and said, "I broke in by myself." ”

Zhu Shengmo looked at Fang Zhongjin with a provocative gaze again: "You are really haunted. ”

Fang Zhongjin was still the only one sitting in the room, so he smiled when he saw him: "The Han Wangfu is also the official who will follow wherever he finds out." I wonder if it's a thief?"

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