: Fight for yourself

Actually using your own poem?

I looked at Yu Mengyao beside me. His stunning appearance was charming, and his soft jade body was so beautiful that he could hold it in his arms. It was full of elegant and noble temperament and appearance, showing the luxury and glory of Yuzhen Pavilion. He is worthy of being the number one beauty in the capital. Unexpectedly, he was also naughty.

Ding Zhan was speechless: These two women are really strange.

"Suddenly it was like a spring breeze coming, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed; I hope that the east wind, flowers and snow dance, every family and alley will be filled with spring."

Zhuge Mengli murmured to herself, looked at the prosperous plum blossoms in the Xuemei Garden, and said softly: "Good poem, Sister Yu's poem is definitely a classic."

Thinking about it...

He couldn't even accept the appropriate poem of Xuemei. Zhuge Mengli shook her head and was about to admit defeat. She and Yu Mengyao often competed, and losing and winning were common.

"Sister Jade..."

He was about to say: "The inscription of the old tutor's painting is your poem."

Suddenly seeing Yu Mengyao, he was naughty and secretly looking at Ding Zhan. Ding Zhan was cold and melancholy, but with a helpless expression, and a look of pity and love, Zhuge Mengli couldn't help but "bang" her heartbeat, and she remembered the secret words she said to Yu Mengyao in the boudoir: "Sister Zhuge, our hobbies are so the same as those of our liking. Will we fall in love with the same man?"

"The same man? Can there be such a man?"

"Sister Zhuge, although I have to practice dual cultivation with the Nine Yang Jue Meridians to open the meridians." Yu Mengyao shook her head: "But if I don't like it, I would rather die secretly."

"Don't say depressed words."

Yu Mengyao smiled "chuckled" and said, "Sister Zhuge, what kind of man would you like? Anyway, I can't find a man with the Nine Yang Jue Mai, otherwise I would also like the man you like, and enjoy a sweet love before dying."

He said softly: "The man who can match Sister Zhuge must be a unique hero on the Wild Continent."

"You." Zhuge Mengli shook her head: "You, the number one beauty in the capital, are the ones that heroes like."

Yu Mengyao smiled: "Sister. I hope there is really a hero who makes both of us like it." After thinking about it, "Or why I come and look for it, I just don't know if there is such a lucky and powerful man in the Wild Continent."

Both of them like it!

Seeing Yu Mengyao and Ding Zhan standing together, Zhuge Mengli felt a sense of slight sadness, but when he saw Ding Zhan, he suddenly flashed.

Have it!

There are poems!

Zhuge Mengli no longer admitted defeat and secretly glanced at Ding Zhan. She said slowly: "My sister Yu's poem "Thousands of pear blossoms bloom" is a classic, but I occasionally got a poem today, but it is more in line with the plum blossoms in the snow of the old lady's tutor."

oh?

Everyone was stunned!

Zhuge Mengli's meaning is that there are poems that can be compared with "Thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom". Zhuge Mengli is the number one talented woman in the capital. She is naturally very confident to say such words.

Looking forward to it all!

Ding Zhan couldn't help but be curious and looked at the elegant and classical Zhuge Mengli. The number one talented woman in the capital was indeed extraordinary. She was really looking forward to Zhuge Mengli's poems.

Suddenly, Zhuge Mengli secretly looked at him, and Ding Zhan was stunned: Why look at me?

Before Ding Zhan could understand, Zhuge Mengli said slowly under the gaze of everyone.

The snow is flying all over the sky like a flower, just like a jade girl flying to Qiong Yao,

They float and dance in the air. The plum blossoms compete with each other are particularly magnificent.

Um!

good!

Ding Zhan nodded, picked up the pen and pointed out the snow and plum blossoms, and the floating artistic conception was good, but suddenly I felt that this poem was a bit familiar.

Zhuge Mengli looked at Ding Zhan again, and Ding Zhan was stunned again: Why look at me again?

I only heard Zhuge Mengli continue to chant.

Snow is not snow, flowers are not flowers,

Snow is like flowers. Flowers are like snow.

collapse!

Ding Zhan sweats wildly!

This is obviously my poem.

In the back garden of the Tie Family, I sang a poem for Senior Sister Yue, Qiuyu, Yuke and Tie Xinlan. I didn't move a word and was sung by Zhuge Mengli.

Completely collapsed!

No wonder I felt familiar at the first two sentences. It turned out to be my own poem. Zhuge Mengli looked at him again. He was singing his own poem. No wonder he kept looking at him: Ding Zhan almost thought that Zhuge Mengli fell in love with us.

"Xiao Xinlan."

Ding Zhan suddenly realized: It must be the little beauty Tie Xinlan. He told Zhuge Mengli this poem. Then Zhuge Mengli sang it.

really.

Xiao Xinlan also looked at Zhuge Mengli in surprise, looking puzzled.

The chanting ended here. Zhuge Mengli suddenly stopped, but it had attracted everyone's attention. Old Master Meng even looked at the scroll and murmured: "Snow is not snow, flowers are not flowers, snow is like flowers, flowers are like snow."

"Snow is not snow, flowers are not flowers, snow is like flowers, flowers are like snow..."

After repeating it several times, I couldn't help but say in admiration: "Okay! OK! What a world where flying snow and prosperity dance, what a mesmerizing snowflake artistic conception."

Looking at Zhuge Mengli, "A song "Thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom" made me see the flowers blooming, and I came to a fantastic artistic conception."

I looked at Zhuge Mengli and Yu Mengyao: "I am indeed the two talented women in the capital. One generation is the next. "

He said with emotion: "What's next?"

Yu Mengyao was also amazed: "Sister, I really admire you this time, so I ask for advice in the next chapter." Of course, Yu Mengyao didn't know that this was also from Ding Zhan.

I took a secret look at Ding Zhan: I'm going to say it clearly, you've met an opponent.

Ding Zhan sweated violently again, collapsed again, and was helpless again.

Your own poems to your own poems.

Fight with yourself.

Moreover, Yu Mengyao, the most beautiful woman in the capital, sang one song, and Zhuge Mengli, the most talented woman in the capital, sang one song, which made Ding Zhan sigh: It’s crazy!

It’s not that we react too slowly, but that the world is too crazy.

yes!

I hope the next chasm!

Everyone looked at Zhuge Mengli with anticipation, looking forward to the second chapter of the poem. Among the snow and flowers all over the sky and the earth, there must be a surging and spectacular underground chapter. Zhao Zhensheng and Tie An seemed to see the light.

Zhao Zhensheng became even more energetic and walked up: "Miss Zhuge, this artistic conception of flying snow and flowers is really a magical stroke, and it is so sticky with the old tutor's painting, which makes people unable to help but look forward to the next chapter."

This guy is emerging again.

Obviously, he was raising Zhuge Mengli and attacking Ding Zhan's "Thousands of Pear Blossoms" and did not want Ding Zhan to stand out again, and did not want Ding Zhan's poem to be written on the scroll again. As long as Zhuge Mengli's second verse is outstanding and the inscription is written on the scroll by Old Master Meng, Ding Zhan's "Thousands of Pear Blossoms" will be overshadowed.

This guy is really smart.

However, Ding Zhan shook his head: Look at you so stupid.

He was obviously a clown who was not flattered, but he obviously came out and made a shame to make a fool of himself.

But when the second verse of this poem is remembered by his second verse, Ding Zhan sweats violently...

Won't you still copy it?

Ding Zhan is really speechless.

Then Zhuge Mengli said slowly: "Young Master Zhao misunderstood. I didn't do this poem. I just heard it this morning and felt it was more in line with the old tutor's painting, so I couldn't help but sing it out."

It's not Zhuge Mengli's poem.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Zhuge Mengli in disbelief. The old tutor couldn't help but say, "Is it a poem by the left prime minister?"

It turned out to be a poem by Zhuge Zuoxiang. Ding Zhan shook his head: This height is too high!

Zhuge Mengli shook her head and looked at Ding Zhan again.

"Hit!"

Ding Zhan's heart thrilled, and Zhuge Mengli suddenly smiled at him. Her graceful and elegant appearance only made people dizzy, but she was as naughty as Yu Mengyao. Ding Zhan was instantly dizzy: It's over, it seems to be miserable.

Zhuge Mengli said slowly: "This poem has unique words and artistic conception that makes people amazing. I just heard it and like it very much, but his master is a bad poet, which makes people hateful."

What?

Bad poet?

Tell me?

Ding Zhan was stunned.

But it attracted everyone's attention even more. Everyone looked at Zhuge Mengli without saying that, Yu Mengyao even asked: "Sister Zhuge, why is a bad poet?"

"Because of the second verse of the poem, only bad poets can sing it out."
To be continued...