As soon as Wang Feng entered the pavilion, the tenth princess said: "Little Twelve, I heard that you went to Donglin City to do something big this time, but you have grown a lot." ”

This is an ordinary-looking girl, about twenty-three or four years old, although she is ordinary-looking, she is by no means unsightly, but it is just a little worse than Feng Yan'er, Zhou Qin, Xingxuan, and Wang Nianru.

However, the appearance is just the appearance of the skin, and the temperament of these ten princesses is no worse than anyone else, and they seem to be different and noble invisibly.

"Tenth sister, how can I do anything, it's all the credit of the seventh brother and the boss, I just did some hard work. Wang Feng scratched his head, his favorite is this sister, and his tenth sister Wang Yan is the best for him.

Hearing this, Wang Yan glanced at Wang Du beside Wang Feng and said, "Let Wang Gongzi and His Royal Highness the Twelve and Sister Ziying sit down." ”

Obviously, the tenth princess Wang Yan knew about Wang Du's existence, so she recognized Wang Du without Wang Feng's introduction.

"Thank you, Ten Princesses"

"Thank you, Sister Concubine"

Wang Du and Ziying thanked each other.

"Little Twelve, you also participated in this poetry club in previous years, how about you give it a try? Wang Yan personally made tea for the three of them, and this kind of tea was exactly the kind that Wang Feng entertained Wang Du that day.

Wang Feng had a big head, he didn't expect the tenth sister to ask him to answer: "Tenth sister, I didn't sign up this year, my answer is not in accordance with the rules, forget it." ”

"Wang Gongzi, sister Ziying, please drink tea, this tea will not taste good when it is cold. Wang Yan did not answer Wang Feng's words directly, but first asked Wang Du and Ziying to taste tea, and after speaking, Wang Yan took the tea cup and covered her face with half a sleeve.

"In this land, the father is the rule, as long as he doesn't say that you don't conform to the rules, you are in accordance with the rules. Putting down the teacup, Wang Yan spoke again, her voice was very flat, but there was an absolute confidence contained in it.

"This...."Wang Feng is not, he really doesn't want to write poetry.

"Ahem... Actually, I'd love to hear your poems. After Wang Du finished tasting the tea, he coldly came out with such a sentence, and now Wang Feng was even more put on the fire.

"Hey, tenth sister, let's talk about it first, just a few of us can read the poems I wrote, but we are not allowed to take them to Huang Suyun for judgment. Wang Feng first talked to Wang Yan about the conditions, so that Wang Yan would not show his poems in public.

"Yes, depending on you. Wang Yan responded softly, she just wanted to see Wang Feng's level, and it didn't matter whether she participated in the selection or not.

Wang Feng looked around, only to see falling flowers everywhere, only the peach blossoms in the mountains began to bud and wait, so he thought softly and read:

The imperial capital is full of flowers in April,

The peach blossoms of the holy mountain are about to bloom.

They all hate Fang Fei and don't care for long,

Who knew that spring would begin here.

Wang Fengnian's voice was very small, but everyone in the pavilion heard it very clearly, especially Wang Du, who had a sense of déjà vu.

"The imperial capital is full of flowers in April,

The peach blossoms of the holy mountain are about to bloom.

They all hate Fang Fei and don't care for long,

Who knew that spring would begin here. ”

Wang Yan gently reread Wang Feng's poems, and the more she rereads, the more she feels that Wang Feng's poems have lofty artistic conceptions, and there are really paintings in poems and poems in paintings.

The flowers in April in the imperial capital are falling, and the peach blossoms in the Shusheng Mountain are blooming alone against the spring, and people complain that the beautiful spring colors of the flowers cannot always accompany each other, but few people know that the spring in this place has just begun.

"Little Twelve, in the future, if a master says that you are lazy and skipping school, the tenth sister will be the first to disbelieve his words. Wang Yan was amazed by Wang Feng's poems, she didn't expect Wang Feng's talent to grow so much.

"Stinky rascal, you're almost catching up with those masters at this level. Zi Ying's beautiful eyes were full of appreciation, and it seemed that Wang Feng was not the only one who was amazed.

"What's the matter, boss, can this poem still reach your ears?" Wang Feng raised his chin at Wang Du, obviously waiting for Wang Du's comment.

"Well, so-so, it's okay. Wang Du's understatement summed it up in one sentence, which made Wang Feng feel a little hit.

"Wang Gongzi seems to have a good work, I wonder how many of us are fortunate enough to listen to it?" Wang Yan listened to Wang Du comment on Wang Feng's poems with so-so four words, and she also became interested in Wang Du's cultivation in this area.

Wang Du smiled bitterly, he knew that he would cause trouble, but he was not afraid, because he had countless Tang and Song poems in his mind, and a few random articles could become a sound on the Tianqian Continent.

"The clouds want to wear clothes and flowers want to look,

The spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountains,

will meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Wang Du's face was not red and his heart was not beating and he read out the masterpiece of the poet immortal Li Bai, although there were only four sentences, but Wang Du was confident that these four sentences were destined to become a masterpiece.

"Yun wants to wear clothes and flowers, Yun wants to look like clothes, and flowers want to look, a good sentence Yun wants clothes and flowers want to look! I didn't expect Wang Gongzi to be a person who loves beauty, and he actually borrowed flowers to metaphor people, but I don't know what kind of girl from the family was fortunate enough to be praised by Wang Gongzi. ”

Wang Yan read carefully, the clouds are her clothes, the flowers are her face, the spring breeze blows the railing, the dew drops moisten the flowers and the color is thicker. With such a heavenly appearance, if it is not seen on the top of the jade mountains, it must only be under the moon of Yaotai that we can meet.

I have to say that Wang Du's borrowed poems once again amazed Wang Yan, even more so than Wang Feng's poems.

"The tenth princess praised it falsely, in fact, this poem has gone off topic, but I suddenly remembered my fiancée in the distance, so I couldn't help but feel it. Wang Du didn't tell a lie, he really thought of Feng Yan'er, because he thought about it every day.

"We don't participate in the selection, it doesn't matter if it's off topic or not, if you can write such a poem off topic, then I hope that all the talents in the world are off topic. Wang Yan felt that her interest in Wang Du became stronger and stronger.

Everyone in the pavilion was communicating with themselves, and the competition of the poetry club seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Unconsciously, the first round of the Poetry Friends Association had ended, and Huang Suyun also took advantage of the gap between the masters and the second round of exam questions.

"Su Yun has seen the tenth princess, the twelfth highness, and this son. Huang Suyun said hello one by one, the reason why she came over officially was because Ziying and her were very good friends, and she just came to say hello.

"Su Yun, you really have an aura when you preside over the poetry club, I don't know how many family's children have been fascinated, you look at Li Yongtai of the Li royal family, his eyes have never left your body. Ziying grabbed Huang Suyun and laughed at her, they have a good relationship, so they don't have any scruples when they joke.

It's just that as soon as she finished speaking, the temperature in the pavilion plummeted by a few degrees, and a cold murderous aura emanated from Wang Du's body!

Although this murderous aura was lost for a moment, everyone in the pavilion clearly felt its presence.

"Boss, who are you?" Wang Feng hurriedly asked, because he had never seen Wang Du exude such a terrifying killing intent since he had known Wang Du.