C19 The Elegant Poetry Club(2)

"This Woo Yuanshen really knows how to find a chance to confess." Zhong Xiu curled his lips and said in a somewhat glum manner.

"Hey, Zhong Xiu, why don't you confess to Liang Xinyue?" Yun Fei teased.

"This is a poetry gathering. I have to write poems to express myself. I don't know how to write poems. I held it in for the whole night last night, but I didn't manage to say a single word." Zhong Xiu shook his head gloomily.

"This is for you. I wrote a song for you last night." Yun Fei handed over a note.

"Really? Yun Fei, you are too handsome!" Zhong Xiu became excited.

He picked up the note and stood up and shouted, "I will write a song for you. It is for my little Yueyue."

This time, the crowd exploded.

"This silkpants knows how to write poems? "

"Shameless. Little Yueyue, return my little Yueyue."

"Princess, do you like this kid? Trash."

"Shh, lower your voice. If he hears you, you'll be in trouble."

"A useless playboy like you knows how to write poems? !" Xiao Jianyi from the Xiao Family couldn't help but jump out.

After the incident with Xiao Jianren, the Xiao Family strictly prohibited disciples from provoking Zhong Xiu, saying that they were waiting for an opportunity.

Liang Xinyue stood up with a flushed face, "Stinky Zhong Xiu, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Zhong Xiu cleared his throat and read aloud on the paper.

I wandered around the flower garden alone, my thoughts and emotions were in chaos.

The quality of love is elegant and not vulgar, it is much more fragrant than lotus.

The lush vegetation was deep, and the golden flowers suddenly appeared to cause others to pity them.

Yue Ran caught a glimpse of it and firmly planted it in her heart.

After reading it, Zhong Xiu sat down and thought about it for a while. He turned to Yun Fei and said, "This poem is not bad. Where did you confess to?"

No one could react to it. This poem was above average.

It talked about a person wandering alone in a garden full of fresh flowers, with messy thoughts. He didn't like ordinary cosmetics, and only loved flowers that were purer and more fragrant than lotus flowers. Later, along the quiet path, he suddenly saw a golden flower. Like a glimpse, he felt happy in his heart and firmly believed that there was fate between him and this flower.

Yun Fei calmly pointed at the note, "Read out the first half of every sentence and the second half loudly."

"Me, love, joy, love... Compete... Metal... Solid!" Zhong Xiu read out loud.

This was a hidden poem, and everyone reacted to it.

This was too awesome! Was this written by this hedonistic son of a b * tch?

Zhong Xiu read it again, "I love to be happy, my love is stronger than gold!" This time, it was much smoother.

Liang Xinyue could not sit still. Her little face was so red that it seemed like water would drip out. She pinched her little waist and scolded in a lovely voice, "Little Zhong Xiu, your skin is itchy, right? Wait till I come back and see if I won't peel your skin off!"

Under Liang Xinyue's fierce eyes, Yun Fei caught a trace of sweetness. He thought to himself, "Hehe, Zhong Xiu has a chance."

"Little Yueyue, spare me. I can't beat you." Zhong Xiu stood up and bowed in surrender.

"Hmph, I can't spare you!" Liang Xinyue rolled her eyes and said, "Unless you use poetry to make Miss Shui laugh."

Zhong Xiu quickly turned around. "Yun Fei, help me write a poem and make Miss Shui laugh."

Yun Fei thought for a while and whispered in Zhong Xiu's ear.

Zhong Xiu stood up straight with his hands behind his back. He pretended to be profound and said in all seriousness, "Alright then. I will write a poem to make Miss Shui laugh. I hope Miss Shui can smile."

When friends were together, they would be happy.

Why did they have to keep a straight face all day long?

It was fate for them to meet and meet again.

He always smiled and warmed his heart.

Life was short, and there was no need to worry about it.

Leave joy in the human world.

When Zhong Xiu just said, "Why do you have to keep a straight face all day long?" Shui Qingyan covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

"Hmph, I'll let you off for now! I'll settle the score with you later." Liang Xinyue pretended to glare fiercely at Zhong Xiu.

Zhong Xiu turned around and relaxed his back. He said with a smile, "Okay, Yueyue. You will teach me a good lesson later."

Liang Xinyue turned her head and ignored him.

After this interlude, the other scholars in Liang Country started to write poems. However, all of them were ordinary poems and there were no more interesting works.

In the gazebo, Shui Qingyan whispered into Liang Xinyue's ear, "Did you notice that the short-haired youth beside your enemy is very unusual? That hidden poem should have been written by him for Zhong Xiu. And that smiling poem, it was also written by him in a short period of time. This person is very talented, you should force him. Let's see if he can write a poem about Lovesick."

Liang Xinyue nodded and said, "I also realized that I know Zhong Xiu's ability. Those two poems could not have been written by him. It should be that short-haired youth."

"Little Zhong Xiu, who is next to you? You have already written two poems. How about you let your friend also write a poem of yearning?" Liang Xinyue stood up and said with a smile.

"He is only a servant of Zhong Family. What kind of poem would a lowly servant do? He wants to make a decent poem. I will lie on the ground and bark like a dog three times!" Xiao Jianyi jumped out again and said with a sneer.

In fact, the Xiao Family hated this short-haired youth the most. It was him who crippled Xiao Jianren and made the Xiao Family a big joke in the Tiger Hill City.

"If you can't do it, or if you don't know how to fart, you can lie on the ground and bark like a dog three times. Do you dare?" Xiao Jianyi pointed at Yun Fei and said loudly.

Yun Fei slowly stood up and said slowly, "Since you insist on learning to bark like a dog, then I will fulfill your wish!"

Yun Fei turned around and cupped his hands towards Liang Xinyue and Shui Qingyan, saying, "I have made a fool of myself."

He slowly walked a few steps, "I have it!"

After parting ways.

The two lands hung in the air.

They only said it was three or four months.

Who knew that in five or six years...

The Seven String Qin was not played.

The eight books could not be passed on.

The Nine Serial Broken in the middle,

the ten miles long pavilion looked like it was going to break.

Hundred Thoughts.

Thousand Thoughts.

He had no choice but to hold a grudge.

He could not say a thousand words.

He was bored to death.

He climbed to the top and looked at the Lone Goose.

The autumn moon was not round in August.

In the middle of the seventh month, a candle was lit, asking the heavens.

In the sixth month, everyone fanned their hearts.

In the fifth month, the pomegranate was like a fire that was splashed by a cold rain.

In the 4th month, the loquat was not yellow. I wanted to mess with the mirror.

The peach blossoms in March were flowing with the water.

Wandering's kite string broke a few times in February.

Lang Yeyang couldn't wait for you to come to me in the next life as a woman.

A number poem by one of the Four Great Talents of the ancient times, Zhuo Wenjun, was recited by Yun Fei. The intertwining of love and hate, the suffering of yearning, was vividly displayed.

Shui Qingyan repeated the poem in a low voice and slowly stood up. Her beautiful eyes seemed to contain tears as she gently moved her feet and came in front of Yun Fei.

Under the shocked cries of the crowd, she solemnly bowed and said, "On behalf of that lady, I thank this young master! I wonder if young master has time tomorrow afternoon. Qingyan wants to invite young master to express her gratitude! "

Yun Fei instantly felt countless gazes that wanted to kill land on him, especially one that seemed material and was filled with dense killing intent. It was Woo Yuanshen.

"Ai, I stole a poem and got myself into trouble." Yun Fei secretly shook his head.

"Young master, do you not have time?" Shui Qingyan was slightly disappointed.

Zhong Xiu, who was beside her, quickly pushed Yun Fei away. Yun Fei reacted and quickly returned the greeting, "Miss Shui is too polite. It is just a poem. It was not a big deal."

"This poem means a lot to that lady. It also changed my mind. Young master, please let Qingyan express her gratitude."

"Alright, it's settled then. Little Zhong Xiu, bring this young master to Juxian House at noon tomorrow. Miss Shui and I will go together." Liang Xinyue came over and directly decided.