Xuexi noticed that there was someone on the opposite side who had been staring at her, and a lethal sound transmission blasted over, and then fell into the sea like a mud cow.
"It's the second lady of Wen Wen Wang's mansion, Princess Wu Ning, Xue Xi, personally appointed by Wu Mei."
"A wayward little girl."
Empress Dowager Chen introduced that she didn't have a good face.
Luo Yun smiled and exchanged a look with the old argali demon.
Afterwards, at the behest of Queen Mother Chen, he ordered a pot of Fenglai Pavilion's famous wine 'Drunk Life and Dreams', which directly cost eight thousand gold dragons, which is staggering.
After taking a sip, he unexpectedly found it to be okay, worthy of mid-to-high-end treasure medicine.
With the admission of dignitaries, celebrities and talented scholars, the poetry meeting will begin soon.
The Fenglai Pavilion is very big, it can seat ten thousand people, even the doorman and the nursing home are all in the Zifu period, not to mention the people inside.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!
The one who presided over the poetry meeting was not a soliciting old bustard like Mama Zhang, but a high-ranking old bustard who was not inferior to the Queen Mother Chen in appearance!
Dressed in purple clothes, with a myriad of amorous feelings, the starlight flowing on his body, and the faint aura conveyed, he is actually a cultivator of the Tongtian period.
"She is the biggest mother of Fenglai Pavilion, so tender!"
"Mother Wen is still so delicious, suck~!"
"I heard from my father that seventy years ago, Mama Wen was also the oiran of Fenglai Pavilion, but she became a mother when she couldn't do it anymore"
"Shh, stop talking, the poetry meeting is about to begin."
Many princes are dandies, whispering.
Luo Yun also gently fanned the paper fan.
"Everyone, the first round of the poetry meeting tonight is for everyone to play freely and write poems according to the situation."
"In the end, all the poems will be reviewed by our oiran 'Paper Kite Girl', and thirty poems will be selected to be shortlisted for the next round."
Mama Wen hung in mid-air, her voice was clear and bright, and it was hard to tell that she was a few hundred years old.
"Hmph, how can I see it myself?"
Taoist Fire Worshiper looks like a middle-aged scholar tonight: "There are more than 7,000 people here, don't you feel exhausted after reading each one?"
"My lord, what are you going to write?"
The old argali demon asked.
Lingyang was also looking forward to it, staring at Luo Yun intently.
His song "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" resounded through the chaotic sea of ??stars along with his name, causing quite a stir.
Luo Yun was silent.
He played with the purple sand stove, glanced at the heavy snow outside the window, and immediately thought of it.
With a wave of hand, the brush danced, and a small poem was written.
"Green Ant New Brewed Wine, Red Clay Small Stove."
"It's going to snow in the evening, can you have a drink?"
Lingyang looked at it, his eyes widened, and he was the first to shout out: "Wow, what a poem!"
Empress Dowager Chen also smiled and said, "It's such an exquisite little poem, and it's very suitable for the occasion!"
"A good poem is indeed a good poem!"
Although the old argali demon can't read a single word, it's right to be awesome with him.
The Taoist Fire Worshiper directly called the Lord awesome.
Only Li Daoliu, his eyes almost turned to the outside of Tianwu City, he really can pretend
Soon, the maids and servants came over, collected seven or eight thousand poems, and entered the audition stage.
Oiran naturally wouldn't read all the poems in person. Mother Wen just said that. There were more than a dozen Qing people who were proficient in poetry upstairs. First, they passed a lot of limericks.
In the end, only fifty poems were presented to the oiran.
Oiran read each of them one by one, and finally his eyes were shocked, and he fixed his eyes on one of them!
"Girl Zhiyuan, what's wrong with you?"
The personal maid found that something was wrong with her.
Oiran waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.
After a while, thirty poems were selected, and as usual, Mother Wen wanted to read the one that was most favored by the oiran.
"The title of the poem, untitled."
"It looks like it was improvised."
Mother Wen smiled.
Before he could read it, a young man in a fine attire stood up.
"Mother Wen, I wonder if I can read my poems by myself?"
The tone is very coquettish, very confident, and waving a small fan.
Everyone's eyes immediately gathered.
"It is the son of Lou Qianshan, the king's mansion of the creator, Lou Feng!"
"This "Untitled" was written by Lou Shizi?""It seems so, it's really well written."
"Tch, Lou Feng is a person who deceives the world and steals fame, this first look is like spending money to buy it."
"I don't know which gunman wrote it. Such a good literary talent, it would be a pity not to go to the academy to show off your talent"
There are disputes among the four seats.
Lou Feng is very famous in Tianwu City.
His father is the Minister of Creation, one of the six important ministers of Dawu. He has a wealth of wealth and no one dares to mess with him.
Mother Wen immediately showed embarrassment, and smiled mischievously: "Lou Shizi, this song "Untitled" doesn't seem to be yours"
"What?"
Lou Feng's confident smile immediately froze on his face.
Didn't he write it?
Damn it! How could he lose the poem he spent 30,000 gold dragons on? Also lost to a poem of the same name!
"Pfft"
"It turns out that the title of the poem is heavy, yet he stood up and said it was his, haha."
"I'm too confident, ahahaha."
"Lou Shizi made a fool of himself this time, and it's still on this occasion."
There were rustling laughter from all around.
? Although no one dared to laugh loudly, Lou Feng still felt a slap in the face, the slapping sound was hot and painful.
Luo Yun showed a smile: "Huh, I thought the car overturned"
"Hahaha!"
After being stunned for two seconds, Lou Feng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Everyone, I made a little joke, please don't mind!"
"Mother Wen, please read it!"
"This son also wants to hear, what is so special about this "Untitled" that it can be favored by Miss Zhiyuan!"
Mother Wen breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she used a certain phonetic technique to recite the poem like singing.
"Green Ant New Brewed Wine, Red Clay Small Stove."
"It's going to snow in the evening, can you have a drink?"
After singing a song, the whole hall is silent.
"What a delicate little poem."
"Short and dainty!"
"A few twenty characters, lyrical in response to the situation, is better than thousands of pages."
"This poem is excellent, you should drink a cup!"
"What does the word "green ant" at the beginning mean?"
"I don't even understand this? When the wine is poured, there is foam on the surface of the wine, the color is slightly green, and it is as small as an ant, so it is called a green ant."
"Wonderful, really wonderful!"
No one does not applaud it.
Lou Feng originally wanted to find fault with the egg, but this poem is too short, only twenty characters, not a single word is redundant, almost perfect.
He also had to swallow his grievances and sit down obediently.
"Young Master Yuan Luo, you have a good literary talent."
Mama Wen's smiling voice came.
"Mother Wen is polite."
Luo Yun said something casually, without much expression.
Following the sound, everyone landed in an elegant seat in the south.
Many literati nodded their heads to express their admiration, and many famous ladies also expressed their admiration.
However, there are some sons who think they are superior to others, but they look down on Luo Yun.
"I can't think of a boy from cloth lineage who has such a good literary talent."
"Tch, do you believe he wrote it? Obviously, like Lou Shizi, he spent a lot of money to buy it."
"Yuan's cloth line, nouveau riche."
"I have to say, his wife is really delicious, hiahia"
Many malicious eyes surrounded Luo Yun.
Luo Yun frowned slightly.
At this moment, Empress Dowager Chen took his hand and said softly:
"Luo Er, don't worry about it." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com