Chapter 785

There are many kinds of wine orders. What they are going to play today is a kind of elegant order.

First of all, one person should be selected as the commander, and then the commander should write poems or couplets. Others should follow the meaning of the first commander, and the content and form should be consistent, otherwise they will be punished for drinking.

Of course, the content refers to the first order put forward by the order officer. The order officer can say one or two key words casually, and then the following people will continue the order according to the meaning of the words.

The form of Yaling is generally poetry, and there is no specific limit on the number of words, as long as the content and meaning are consistent.

"The Lord of the city is here today. Let him be the commander." Hua Liandao.

"Well, I'm not polite. I'll be the commanding officer today. Then everyone will listen to me." Wei Changfeng is duty bound.

"That's nature."

"It should be."

"The city Lord should be the commander."

"The Lord of the city will arrange it at will. We will do as we are told."

"Right, right, right."

"Please, Lord."

Wei Changfeng supported the case with a smile, "ha ha, well, today is very busy, and it's also a grand event in Baixing city. The girl in Yueqing clothes in Shuiyue Pavilion is also here. It can be said that the beauties are smiling. Let me start with" beauties and heroes. "

"Well, well, the Lord of the city is really wise. At the beginning, many heroes will be defeated." Hua Lian praised.

"In that case, let's start with me. What do you think?" Mei Xugong gently stroked his long beard on his chest.

"It's better for the first order to be renewed, please." The chief of the guard.

"Well, let me think about it. It looks simple, but it's not." Masuko pondered.

Everyone is also thinking about the answers that are already consistent with "beauty and hero". If it's their turn to say nothing, they not only have to drink, but also have to lose face.

Jiang Feng can't help but think about it. There are many poems related to beauty heroes, but he can't remember them for a moment.

"Yes." At this time, Mei Xugong clapped his hands and exclaimed excitedly, "I remember."

Everyone immediately quieted down, ears up waiting for his answer.

Mei Xugong's face was full of folds of laughter. He stroked his beard with confidence. He was not in a hurry when he spoke. He seemed to be brewing the mood of reciting poems.

For a long time, the beauty of the public or chant out of the mouth, "Jiangshan more charming people amorous, since ancient times with the hero beauty."

As soon as the poem came out, all the people were silent, and they were calmed down.

The short silence was followed by thunderous applause.

Wonderful!

How wonderful!

Such a good poem is rare.

"There are many charming rivers and mountains, and people are affectionate. Since ancient times, beautiful women deserve heroes."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"It's wonderful. It's not only about the love of children, but also about the world. The world takes care of beautiful women. That's the real hero."

"It's worthy of being the Duke of Meixu. I admire him for his wonderful words."

"Yes, once this poem is published, it will go down through the ages."

Hua Lian held up her glass and said, "for the sake of this poem, I'd like to have a drink to meixugong."

"I'm flattered." Meixugong didn't refuse. He raised his glass and drank with Hualian.

"For the sake of Mei Xugong's wonderful sentence, I also drank this cup." Moon light clothes also drank a cup, suddenly pretty face more a trace of water drops of red halo.

Beauty is beauty, a shame envy others.

"It's my turn. Listen up." Fu Daliu can't bear it any more. He opens his mouth and says, "I want all the beauties, and I praise them as heroes."

Puchi!

Luo Xia suddenly laughed out, river breeze flurried to cover her mouth, I go, this kind of occasion how can smile.

Although Fu Daliu's poems are really ugly, they can't be laughed.

Fortunately, the river wind was covered in time, and Fu Daliu didn't pay attention.

Otherwise, I'll be furious. I'll talk to Luoxia.

In fact, many people almost laugh when they listen to Fu Daliu's poems. A rude man is a rude man, and his poems are a pile of stinking dog dung.

But the good thing is rhyme, barely pass.

Yue Qingyi covered her mouth with a smile, raised her glass and said, "Fu Zhuangzi has a forthright temperament. Even his poems are different. Come on, please."

"Ha ha, the girl in yueqingyi knows me. I'm just like this. I'm full of rude words. Don't be surprised." Fu Daliu touched his glass and drank.

They all laughed and did not care about Fu Daliu's poems.

It's just an obvious sentence. You don't have to think about it. It's just to express that Fu Daliu, Jiangshan and beauties want it, and they don't let go of any of them.

This kind of thinking also shows that Fu Daliu is greedy.

You can't have both fish and bear's paw. No one can guarantee that everything will be perfect.

Can say such a sentence, we can see that Fu Daliu is really thinking with his heart.

"There's me, there's me. I'll come too. Listen to me." Fu Er Meng see big brother in the limelight, he also want to show a way: "I enjoy the cool in the flowers, Baimei jiaozi beauty."

This time, we finally couldn't help laughing.

This Fu Er Meng is more down-to-earth than his elder brother. His mouth is full of women, but he secretly compares himself to a hero among thousands of flowers.

It seems that his hero is not a battle hero on the battlefield, but a flower and wine hero among women.

However, his diction is much better than that of Fu Daliu. Without vernacular, he has a little connotation, but he is too colorful to be elegant.

"Hey, hey, don't laugh. I'm so capable. Just listen and be happy." Fu Er Meng didn't get angry with everyone's smile, but he just gave a simple and honest smile.

He himself knew that his poems were not elegant, so he could not get angry.

Even if funny, but no one said anything sarcastic, because I dare not.

The Fu brothers' order was barely passed, and the people behind them went on.

If Hu Youcai is not present, it will be none of his business.

Soon it was Hualian's turn, but Hualian said with a smile, "as the host, I don't have to participate."

"How can we do that? Since we are sitting here, we have to participate. We can't be special. Come on, come on." Wei Changfeng doesn't depend on him, so he has to take pity on him.

"Just one."

"Yes, it's all for fun. No one can miss it."

"Miss Hualian is so beautiful. I'm sure the poem is beautiful. I'm looking forward to it."

"Support Miss Hua Lian."

"Ouye, one."

"One!"

The public also all follow to coax, let flower pity make not good to shirk.

"Well, I'll say it too. If it's not good, I hope you'll forgive me." Hua Lian smiles bitterly and has to renew her order.

After thinking for a moment, Hua Lian said, "the hero goes across the river with a sword, and the native land of Yi people looks on the fence."

"Good."

Wei Changfeng exclaimed, excited, as if Hua Lian talked about his heart.

Not to mention, Hua Lian's poem is really wonderful. It's a few grades higher than that of the Fu brothers. It can compete with Mei Xugong.

The first few are basically around the country, heroes and beauties, while Hua Lian highlights the homeland of his country, a wife's yearning for her husband on the battlefield.

It can be said that each has its own merits.

"The hero goes to the blood river with a sword, and the native land of Yi people looks on the fence." Meixugong tasted it and nodded, "it's really a good poem. A man has a country in his heart, and a little woman has a family in her heart. Of course, I feel inferior to myself."

"Well, yes, yes." Fu brothers also nodded, do not know whether they really understand or fake understand, anyway, it is a kind of model.

As soon as Hua Lian's poem came out, we had a lot of aftertaste and tried to recite it and interpret its meaning. From time to time, some people clapped their hands and even fainted with excitement.

This kind of scene lasted for a long time, until Wei Changfeng coughed a few times, then everyone turned their eyes to yueqingyi.

It's her turn.

We are most looking forward to seeing what kind of flowers moon light clothing can burst out.

As we all know, yueqingyi is a famous talented woman who is versatile. She is not only superior in strength, but also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and Fu.

It must be difficult for her to renew the order.

"Yueqingyi girl, please." Hua Liandao.

"I'm under a lot of pressure. You've all done so well. I really dare not make a fool of myself." Yueqingyi road.

"Don't be modest, yueqingyi girl. Everyone knows what level you are. I'm afraid no one here can make you hard." Hua Liandao.

"Yes, yueqingyi girl, we can't wait." Wei Changfeng also said.

"Wait a minute, let me prepare the ink. I'll write it down on the spot. Come on, take up the ink, paper and inkstone." The beauty must be public urgently shout a way.

Soon, a boy brought the things up, put them in place and unfolded the paper.

Another maid came forward to grind it. Meixugong held the brush impatiently, dipped it in ink, and got ready to wait for yueqingyi to recite the poem.

Everyone is waiting to see, even breathing slowed down, the atmosphere is not tense, it seems to be the greatest and most critical moment.

After brewing for a moment, he got up and strolled: "Xuanshan horse treads on the gravel, the sword is merciless. The love between children is long and the sorrow is few. The icy road of Guan river turns empty. "

The moon light clothes just walked two steps, then stopped to the west, the cheek is already shed two lines of tears.

Poetry to the sad place, tears can not flow.

Patta!

Tears fall, drop in the toe, splash a splash, but it is to see a kind of missing and lonely.

This is a teardrop with a story, and the owner of the teardrop is a person with a story.

silent!

The city is silent!

I don't know why, we all look at the West. Through the wooden window, the west is a dark cloud, hovering, and the spirit of demons soars to the sky.

It's a goblin forest, a paradise for goblins.

Under the dark clouds, there is a mountain, which is Xuanshan.

There is a river under Xuanshan, which is Guanhe.

Xuanshan Horse Stepping on the gravel is cold, and the sword is merciless. Love for children, worry about less, Guan river ice road turn empty.

Xuanshan and Guanhe are the two places in yueqingyi's poem.

Jiangfeng and Luoxia are very confused. They don't know what it means. They just look around together.

The only thing they understand is that maybe yueqingyi has something sad in the West.

Ah

With a sigh, Mei Xugong put down his pen and ink and did not write it on the paper.

"Yueqingyi girl, did you start the Xuanshan battle against the demons again?" Beauty must be fair.

Yueqingyi turned around, lowered her head, quickly wiped away her tears, returned to her seat and sat down, saying: "don't mention it, don't mention it."

"Ah..." Mr. Meixu sighed again, "we all know what you're thinking, but it's really sad. No one wants to happen that kind of thing. So don't think about the past. It's going to be the past."

"Thank you for your instruction. I understand." Moon light clothes nodded gently.

The more Jiang Feng listens, the more confused he becomes. What's the matter? What's the matter.

How do you feel like you're playing dumb words? Can't you explain the white point? It's true.

It's confusing.