C64

Lu Zi Nuo left and returned, but the situation within the cruise liner was already different. Compared to their previous happiness, it was much more lively, everyone sat together, in the middle, there were a few women, Xue Tao was the leader, and then, there were a few women with a thousand years of each, which caused everyone to feel dazzled.

Lu Zi Nuo did not understand, but Bai Mo Han saw the two of them laughing and said: "Come quickly, we are here to fight poetry!"

"Poetry competition?" Lu Zi Nuo felt a sense of novelty.

"That is to choose a theme. Everyone recites a poem for themselves. Today, we have a group of musicians accompanying us. The musicians we can invite can all sing together. It can also be considered a joyous occasion, hahaha." Zhenyang will naturally come. Zi Nuo and Jing De, do you want to join? " Bai Mo Han not only extended an invitation to Liu Zhen Yang and his group, he also looked at Mu Rong Chun.

Mu Rong Chun was startled. Outsiders might not know much about the word "respect", but after some careful thought, the reason why their master had helped them out was because it meant that Bai Mo Han was Bai Mo Han's father. However, his own identity was something that he knew with a glance, and yet, he did not reveal it. This kind of responsibility was extremely rare, and in his heart, he was even closer to Liu Zhen Yang.

"Of course." Lu Zi Nuo also did not refuse, and immediately sat down. She had never been one to admit defeat, and seeing Yuan Zhi sitting opposite to her, she was naturally not willing to be left behind.

Yuan Zhi raised his glass and arranged a toast. After drinking one, Lu Zi Nuo placed it down angrily.

Mu Rong Chun immediately understood what was going on and smiled in the depths of his eyes. He rarely laughed, yet when he laughed, it was like a gush of spring wind that passed around. The sand that seemed to be both mischievous and warm flowed through his fingertips, causing Lu Zi Nuo to be stunned.

The person who was similarly taken aback was Yuan Zhi, yet he was angered by Lu Zi Nuo in some way, and it seemed as if they were going to exchange tit for tat.

"I wonder what topic will be used for the competition of poems today?"

Liu Zhen Yang saw that the two of them were secretly discussing about something, and he couldn't help but laugh as he tried to smooth things over.

Bai Mo Han raised his wine cup. Just now, he had been hiding at the side and drinking, and then seeing that no one was watching, he directly changed the wine jar. As he was feeling slightly tipsy, his clothes fluttered as he walked, giving off the impression of a chivalrous hero: "How about it?"

"Alright, let's do it this way." Yuan Zhi said with a firm voice, while Lu Zi Nuo merely smiled calmly.

"Bring it on!"

Since there was no topic at hand, it would be difficult for the audience to judge the quality of the poem, they only discussed about how to make each music girl sing on their own behalf, how to make peace with each other, how to write it on the silk cloth, and hand it over to Xue Tao in uniform, and then how to make it for each music girl to watch it on their own.

Yuan Zhi was the first to complete it, and after handing it in, he felt extremely proud, and was not willing to fall behind, so he did not care about the order in the rankings, and just hid at the side, drinking.

The next one was Lu Zi Nuo, and Mu Rong Chun, who was sitting beside her, only roughly took a glance, and felt that something was different. Although Lu Zi Nuo looked weak, his calligraphy was extremely domineering, and his calligraphy was elegant and unrestrained, fitting of a person. Who would have known that although Lu Zi Nuo could escape learning poetry in the past, he could not escape practicing calligraphy. Furthermore, he was being mischievous and received punishment.

The few of them had nothing to do, but Liu Zhen Yang was the slowest, so he was actually at a disadvantage. Usually when they interacted, Lu Zi Nuo knew of Liu Zhen Yang's peerless talent, but he did not know what he was thinking and secretly went to take a look.

From his father's point of view, Liu Zhen Yang had his own style. His words were not as grand as Lu Zi Nuo's brushstroke, but they were elegant and graceful with a unique style. The handwriting was neat and strict, the calligraphy style vigorous and forceful.

This was the first time Lu Zi Nuo saw Liu Zhen Yang write a novel, and felt that his serious look was extremely good. The sun was warm and faint, bathing him in a layer of gentle light.

"Cough, cough." Liu Zhen Yang kept back his brush and looked at the little fox like girl, he was in a daze like a cat. He wanted to laugh, but was afraid that his smile would let loose his emotions.

The lute started to tune, the drum blew, the bamboo followed suit, with Xue Tao leading the way and smiling elegantly. He was dressed in purple today, and his black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin without any additional accessories. He had a unique charm, and even if Lu Zi Nuo leaned towards Lu Zi Xun with all his heart, he had to admit that Xue Tao was beautiful. Her feelings for Yuan Zhi could only be seen from his expression.

"It has been difficult to reach water through the blue sea, except for the fact that Wu Mountain is not a cloud. Take the flower shrubs and look back. I'm half destined to become a Daolord, half destined to become a Daolord. " She chanted it over and over, as if she was in love with it, unable to stop.

"Before, when I investigated Canghai, it was difficult to find water. However, Wu Shan wasn't a cloud." Lu Zi Nuo read it slowly, while looking at Liu Zhen Yang, and just happened to see him looking at him with a smile, these were the only good words, they were truly written in his heart. The sea was so deep that it dwarfed the water elsewhere. Wu Shan had a facing cloud peak, down the Yangtze River, the clouds were misty and cloudy, and the clouds he saw elsewhere were also overshadowed. A simile, a metaphor. In poetry, a simile is more amorous. Other than her, there is no other meaning to it.

"Nice sentence!" Who wrote it? " Everyone kept cheering.

"There's no doubt about it, Yuan Zhi." Lu Zi Nuo replied, this talent and nature were definitely compatible, and only Yuan Zhi who had seen thousands of sails could write about it.

Many people wanted to congratulate Yuan Zhi for getting the top spot, but Lu Zi Nuo coldly snorted.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhen Yang, who was right beside her, naturally heard his sigh.

Lu Zi Nuo shook his head and whispered: "I am only thinking, who is this Canghai? I'm afraid my fifth sister won't be able to line up. "

"Don't think too much about it." Since Liu Zhen Yang was unable to control her heart, he could only pat her head in a comforting manner. Fortunately, the second thing he liked was that Xue Tao was still singing. There are flowers to fold straight beard fold, do not wait for the flowers to be empty to fold branches. "

This song contained a tinge of sorrow, and even Xue Tao would feel sorry for himself. Although she had long grown up in Yuan Zhi and had long been attached to Wei Gao, for this period of time, even though she had put his heart into it, he was afraid of using it wrongly.

"Did you write this?"

"How do you know?" When Liu Zhen Yang asked, Lu Zi Nuo was startled, he knew that Liu Zhen Yang was clever in the past, but he never expected that he knew himself so well.

"Aiyo, you were just about to tell him that you have to cherish my Fifth Sis." Liu Zhen Yang was half teasing, half serious. Lu Zi Nuo also laughed embarrassedly: "Pfft, he's not qualified."

Mu Rong Chun was somewhat surprised by Lu Zi Nuo's reaction. There were many meetings of distinguished scholars in the capital, and all of them getting praise here was already a success, but Lu Zi Nuo was extremely calm on the surface.