"Can you really win?" asked Xu Xian curiously.

Pan Yu said while arranging the crown of his hair in the mirror: "I don't know, that Caifeng is indeed extraordinary." Tomorrow's test should be three questions, one question for each person, and then draw lots to come up with one question, if I come out, she will definitely lose. If she comes out, I won't be able to deal with it. ”

"Then you still told Li Siming that you will definitely win. ”

He had just come to ask for comfort, and I comforted him. ”

Xu Xian laughed and said, "You are so kind. ”

A day is just fleeting, and on this day, there are a lot of people around the West Lake, but they are just waiting for a result, and the real competition is invisible. Because the venue is on a painting boat in the middle of the lake, except for a very few core figures, it costs a lot of money to get on this boat.

Of course, Xu Xian, a young genius from the Hajj Academy, can board the boat for free, and the three-story painting boat is not as dense as imagined. After all, it's not for the common people, like in the previous life, if you have a Spring Festival, you can squeeze as many people as you want, and we can only bear it. Xu Xian calculated, just such a boatload of people, if it sinks, even if it kills most of the rich and noble families in Hangzhou. Basically, it can have the effect of narrowing the gap between the rich and the poor.

It was already evening, the atmosphere in the hall was stagnant, and there were only two people under the attention of everyone. The two games just now, and sure enough, they fought without a win, and the problems they prepared were all answered by the other party. Only the final battle remains.

Drawing.

"Mr. Pan, please first!" Caifeng smiled brightly, not half nervous, that kind of calm and generous attitude made many people present want to kiss Fang Ze, not to mention the peerless talent and beauty.

Pan Yu was not polite, grabbed it, didn't look at it, and handed it over to the signing officer next to him.

"Empty lot, Caifeng girl asked the question, and Pan Yugongzi answered the question. The signatory read aloud. Everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh, and although they all tried their best to keep their voices down, they still shook in unison.

However, Pan Yu still smiled indifferently, not lost at all.

Caifeng smiled slightly and said: "This last question, please ask Mr. Pan to come to the right words!" As soon as these words came out, many people breathed a sigh of relief and put their minds at ease.

Li Siming also felt at ease, it seemed that this red-sleeved academy was going to release water after all, but when he turned his head, Yin Hongsleeves was smiling faintly in the corners of his eyes, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

Fruit saw Caifeng Man groaned: "

A machine, Xiaotang June lotus period, how much affection dew. Hibiscus is like a face, who is tied to this heart, and the mirror is green.

Two machines, the green willows next to the pond are flying branches, and thousands of flowers are blown away by the wind. The soul is floating thousands of miles, knowing who is the communist, and listening to the flute in spring.

Three machines, a line of egrets to the south, red clouds all over the sky. The silk basket is sent remotely, adding old memories, and gloomy is a new word.

Four machines, swimming koi in the depths of the clear water, but waves to the side. Throwing between the flowers, I also hope that people will know, who is stupid.

Five machines, thousands of flowers are full of flowers, and people sleep in the same flower in the flowers. Falling red paving, light brocade silk, slender hand-weaving.

Six machines, green peaks and green mountains with cloud weaving, the stream of silver into a waterfall. The youthful spirit, the bell ion period, and the mountains and rivers are all into the poem.

Seven machines, dressed in red makeup and contemplation, weaving clouds and holding flowers. A dream is born, and there is no cloud ladder in the end, but the fragrance is still in time.

Eight machines, mandarin ducks weave Qingshui Creek, and the prime minister weeps together. Fine wave layers, once played with flowers, how can they be cut off and dependent.

Nine machines, plain hands pick needles white clothes, and will cry red embroidery. The icing on the cake, the entanglement of mian falls, and the lovesickness is passed on to the silk. ”

Yin said: "That's exactly the word, please be right." ”

Although the style of words in the world is booming, it is still inferior to the status of poetry, because it is mostly sung in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, and it is often reprimanded as inferior. But these nine songs, at first glance, are meticulously crafted, and they are by no means comparable to leisure. And chanting is all about women's hearts, and how to get a man right, let alone win. But it's the most basic thing that is tested, even if it's a bit tricky, but who can say it's not.

Pan Yu also didn't understand for a while, just pacing back and forth, in the hundred-person hall, the needle drop could be heard, only the sound of her pacing, a moment.

The incense has been burned, and the smoke is curling.

Unconsciously, most of the incense has been burned, and Pan Yu has several countermeasures, but they are all difficult to overcome, and it is better to admit defeat than to admit defeat. It's just that you lose, and losing to a woman is really not good.

Xu Xian was anxious to see it, made up his mind, took a few steps back, and saw that everyone was concentrating on the competition in the hall, and he retreated to a place where no one was. Take out a paper talisman, and your heart is all up to you. It's the invisibility talisman I made a few days ago.

Xu Xianwei moved, and the paper charm was self-adhesive without glue and pasted on his body.

I was happy in my heart, and it worked. Gently bypassing the crowd, walking to Pan Yu's side, cheating in front of everyone, even Xu Xian felt very excited.

Pan Yu was standing at the table at the moment and contemplating, completely ignoring the approach of an invisible person, and the invisibility charm also had the effect of astringent aura. Xu Xian was afraid that people would listen to it, so he pressed Pan Yu's ears as close as he could, and said in a weak mosquito voice: "Hey, Mingyu." ”

Pan Yu was shocked in his heart, but after all, his kung fu to cultivate qi was extraordinary, and what he heard was an extremely familiar voice, so he stood in place without moving. It's just that the hot breath spit out of Xu Xian's mouth is spit in the ear hole, and it feels a little itchy.

Qingluan looked a little puzzled, as if he had heard something.

Xu Xian originally wanted to hear it to her, but at this moment he had to order: "Pick up the pen." ”

Pan Yu immediately picked up the pen, and everyone immediately turned their eyes on her, and no one saw the person behind her.

Xu Xian held her hand, which was just one size smaller than his own, and it was just in his hand. Soft as boneless, white as jade.

The two were very close, Xu Xian's breath was hot next to his face, his ears and temples were grinding, Xu Xian didn't feel it, but Pan Yu felt that his body was a little softer, and his ears were already red. It's also in front of everyone's eyes, and it's even more beautiful.

Xu Xian thought for a moment and began to move the pen. Pan Yu's martial arts are excellent, the most knowing, Xu Xian's hand moved, she immediately followed the pen, not a millimeter, as if she had written herself, Xu Xian's bones, Pan Yu's charm, combined into one, seamless.

Pan Yu followed Xu Xian's hand and slowly wrote, there is no joy in life at this time, the victory or defeat of this competition has long been ignored, and even he has disappeared, as long as he writes with his hand, no matter what the result is, there is no regret. It wasn't until Xu Xian put down his pen that he suddenly came back to his senses, and then saw that the white paper in front of him was already full of words. The person behind him has long since disappeared, and he feels a sense of loss in his heart. But immediately clean up his mood and hand over what he did to Caifeng in front of him. "Does this poem please the girl?"

Caifeng saw the result, got the signal from others, and recited aloud:

"A machine, Cai Sangmo tried on spring clothes. The wind is warm and weak, and on the peach blossom branches, the warbler is crying, refusing to let people return. Yin Hongsleeve listened to it and put his mind at ease, although this sentence is fresh, but it is too ordinary, if it can't beat Caifeng's words, it will be considered a defeat.

"Two machines, pedestrians immediately hesitated. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, looked back and smiled, and returned between the flowers, only afraid of being known by the flowers. Caifeng glanced at the Fengliu Gongzi in front of him, there were few numbers, and the woman in the words was like in front of me, and the shyness and sweetness entered my heart. This is like a jade boy, which can be regarded as a golden jade, and a golden jade is among them.

"Three machines, Wu silkworms are already old and flying. The east wind banquet is called Changzhou Garden, and the light silk urges to take advantage of it, and the palace maid of the pavilion baby wants to change her dance clothes. "It's not a country or a city, it's just an ordinary weaver girl, but a woman's mind is always the same.

Four machines, babbling in a hoarse voice, dark frowns. Back to weaving weeping lotus seeds, the flowers are easy to curle, the heart is difficult to straighten, and the veins are chaotic like silk. Li Siming was pleasantly surprised, and this victory was expected.

"Five machines, horizontal weaving Shen Lang poems. No one will say a sentence in the center, no one will say hate, no haggard, only lovesickness. Although Pan Yu wrote it, she was stunned when she heard it, 'no one will know the central sentence', can he understand this heart?

"Six machines, all of them are playing flowers. There are more double butterflies among the flowers, stop for a while, and watch alone for a long time in the shadow of the idle window. Li Siming finally couldn't help but praise: "It's a good one to watch alone for a long time." ”

"Seven machines, mandarin duck weaving hesitated. I'm afraid that I will be lightly cut, flying in two places, a separation of hatred, what is the plan to follow each other again? Eight machines, back to the pattern to know who is a poem? Weaving into a piece of desolation, read all over the line, speechless, can't bear to think more. Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. Since ancient times, there have been many partings, from beginning to end, the heart is lingering, through a thread. ”

Caifeng paused for a moment, and finished reading the remaining three in one breath, and the audience was silent, Li Siming was already overjoyed, Yin Hongsleeve frowned, but after all, he could only sigh. In the field, whether it is written or not, they are silently savoring the artistic conception in this word.