Mingyue Ancient House.

When Sikong Nanqin's voice sounded, everyone suddenly became completely quiet.

One of the four beauties of Zhongzhou, he asked Lu Changsheng to write poems.

For a moment, everyone was also curious about what kind of poems Lu Changsheng could write.

Yesterday’s mind for the world has shocked the world, and today everyone is looking forward to it.

However, there shouldn’t be any big vision for the poems of love and love?

Yes, it should!

Everyone thought of this.

Among the ancient yard.

Lu Changsheng pondered for a long time.

The main reason is that the topic is difficult to write.

If you don’t make a question, it’s enough to say that a beautiful lady is a gentleman.

Why do you have to set a question?

Love? Miss?

Lu Changsheng pondered for a while.

After a while, he thought of an ancient poem he saw when he read a book.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

"The incident of the Nagato family was wrong again. Someone was jealous of the eyebrows."

"Even if a thousand gold buys Xiangru Fu, who will tell me about this love?"

"Don't dance. Don't you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust."

"The most painful thing is to worry about. Don't go and lean on the dangerous building, the setting sun is on the way, and the smoke and willows are heartbroken."

Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

This is a poem by Xin Qiji.

Among them, Xiangru Fu refers to Sima Xiangru.

The rough idea is that Ah Jiao from Nagato Palace hoped to be summoned again, but after making an appointment with Jiaqi, she repeatedly delayed it.

It’s just that it’s too beautiful and jealous. Even though I spent a lot of money to buy Sikong Xiangru’s famous poem, who would I tell you about this affectionate line?

She admired Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che, but she did not dare to tell him.

However, in the world of fairy tale, there was no Sikong Xiangru, no Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, Feiyan Yuhuan, and no Jiao who was guarding the Changmen Palace.

But even so, this poem is still so beautiful.

And at this moment.

In the ancient house of Mingyue.

A vision appears.

In the lobby, an illusory palace appeared, and a beautiful woman holding a poem in her hand. She was waiting for her beloved lovely. In the Changmen Palace, she was silent, lonely, and seemed lifeless.

Except for this beautiful woman, everything is indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

Her eyes were full of love.

She loved Emperor Wu of Han, but she didn't dare to tell him.

"Even if a thousand gold buys Xiangru Fu, who will tell me about this love?"

Soon, these visions disappeared.

Everyone couldn't help but be immersed in poetry.

Everyone saw Ah Gillian from Nagato Palace, and everyone also felt Ah Gillian's love.

"Okay! Good poetry!"

"I am worthy of being Senior Brother Lu. At this level, I am much better than me."

"Although I didn't understand the meaning of this poem, I probably understood after seeing the vision just now."

"Senior Brother Lu is worthy of being a contemporary literary saint!"

"But it's not right. Senior Brother Lu, Fairy Nanqin's question is, love and miss, it seems that you didn't meet the question, right?"

Some people are curious. Although they know that Lu Changsheng’s poems are very good, the problem is that they do not answer the question.

However, at this moment, a sound rang out.

"What do you know? Senior Brother Lu's poem is written for the saint Linglong. Isn't the title of the saint just admiration and not daring?"

Someone spoke, and one word woke up the dreamer.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

It was clearly fairy Nanqin who took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to write a poem, but Lu Changsheng actually wrote a poem for the Saint Linglong first.

This operation...is a love scene master.

The battle between women is extremely terrifying. Maybe anyone who pours a glass of water for first can become the fuse.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to write a poem, but Lu Changsheng first wrote a poem for the Saint Linglong. What does this mean?

In the woman's heart, this means that the saint Linglong is better than Sikong Nanqin in his heart.

But Sikong Nanqin could not be angry, she could only be jealous.

If you get angry, won’t you lose face?

This move is simply exquisite.

hiss!

The Son of Ziqing was the most shocking. At the same time, he recalled that before, he actually said that Senior Brother Lu didn't understand women. For a moment, the Son of Ziqing couldn't help but remain silent.

It’s not Lu Changsheng who really doesn’t understand women, but himself.

A tall building, in a private room.

After the saint Linglong listened to Lu Changsheng's poem.

I couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to make an appointment with Lu Changsheng to write a poem. To be honest, she was not very happy for some reason.

But when Lu Changsheng wrote this poem, the Linglong Saint felt extremely happy for some reason.

However, she didn't know that the ruthless she had emotions at this moment.

"Junior Sister Yunrou, I wonder if this poem is satisfied?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

To be honest, he doesn't know Sikong Nanqin at all. When the two women compete, Lu Changsheng would naturally choose to help the people he knew.

What can Sikong Nanqin be no matter how beautiful it is?

I am not a soft-hearted person.

Do you write poetry by yourself?

Are you teaching me how to do things?

"The junior sister likes this poem very much." The saint Linglong spoke, and the voice was inexplicably heard, and she felt a little shy.

hiss!

In an instant, the monks from the ancient yard couldn't help but gasp for air conditioning.

"Don't suck, I can't breathe." Wang Fugui became much fat because of his practice, so he was a little overwhelmed.

Everyone was silent, and soon a resentful voice sounded.

"Senior Brother Lu, please write a poem for others, after all, I am your admirer."

Sikong Nanqin's voice was a little coquettish, which made countless monks look embarrassed.

Although Lu Changsheng wrote a poem for the Saint Linglong first, he would not deliberately lose Sikong Nanqin's face.

After all, if you really provoke a woman, the consequences will be terrifying.

In short, it is difficult for women to provoke. Once they provoke, they must be ruthless. Even if they are ruthless, they cannot harm themselves.

cough!

After coughing slightly, Lu Changsheng almost thought of the second poem.

"I advise you not to cherish your golden clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth."

"If you have flowers that can be broken, you must be broken. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches."
To be continued...