Li Qingyue wrote a five-character poem: frost chrysanthemums contain autumn colors, their secluded and light postures are different, they are self-pity without charm, and they are cold and glorious towards the cold...

"The poem Qingyue is well written!" Someone immediately applauded softly.

"At present, Miss Li Er's poem is the number one!" Liang Gutai praised with a smile, but it was only for the time being. After all, there are Chen Landie's.

Li Qingyue smiled modestly: "I'm too rewarded. Once Miss Chen Er's poem comes out, I will be no number one!"

Tell, I don’t think she can be as good as mine!

"Mine is fine, too." Chen Landie smiled slightly and blinked at Li Qingyue.

"All things have their own rise and fall. Cold plums are neither early nor late. People at that time have no comparison with spring butterflies, and the branches are full of flowers when they bloom."

"No matter how the poems of others change, since they write about autumn chrysanthemums, their ideas are almost the same. Only Miss Chen Er's quatrain takes a different approach. All things have their own rise and fall, and they are clear and natural, natural and harmonious, with the Taoist style of inaction and inaction!"

"I am worthy of being Chen Fei's sister!"

"The two sisters are both talented. Mr. Liang's lottery tonight will definitely not be someone else's!"

“…”

Li Qingyue bit her lip and said unwillingly: "If Senior Brother Chen is here, she will definitely write better than her!"

Li Qingyao tilted her head: "Senior Brother Chen?"

"Yes, you don't know about Senior Brother Chen Xiu Yan Chen from our Tianqingyuan?"

"He..." Li Qingyao's expression changed slightly, and then she smiled, "I've heard of it."

"Hehe, let me tell you, Senior Brother Chen is full of knowledge and talent, but I can only look down on the number one talented man in Tianqing Academy. Chen Landie must not be as good as him..."

When Li Qingyue talked about Chen Xiuyan, her eyes shone, and her tone became softer and she talked endlessly.

"Do you like Chen Xiuyan?" Li Qingyao asked.

Li Qingyue was stunned, her face instantly blushed, and she waved her hand quickly: "Hey... I don't, don't talk nonsense! I just admire him simply!"

"That's how it is."

Li Qingyao nodded, this is what you said, your lovely sister.

Liang Gutai stood in front of everyone and said with a smile: "If there is no controversy anymore, then I will comment on Miss Chen Landie and Chen Er's poem as the first tonight!"

"Although Miss Chen Er is very literary, it has not been finished yet. Did Mr. Liang forget that there are still people who have not shared their poems?" Wu Lanying raised his hand leisurely and looked at Li Qingyao jokingly, "Miss Li's poems have not been shared yet. Obviously, he is very confident. Why not post them now for everyone to appreciate!"

She stared at Li Qingyao from the beginning. The other party didn't seem to think or think. She just wrote a few strokes on the paper at the beginning and then put the pen down. Obviously she gave up resisting!

She has not submitted her so far, obviously she has not written it out! Hahaha! She must be exposed in public in fact. There are so many people here, all from aristocratic families. I believe that what happened tonight will soon spread throughout the capital!

First, she will make her famous. If the emperor has good grace in the future, the court officials will have to consider her reputation and at most reward a leisurely and powerless small official!

Li Qingyao, you deserve it!

Everyone's eyes moved to Li Qingyao with Wu Lanying. Most of them knew the grudge between Li Qingyao and Wu Lanying, so even if some people thought Wu Lanying was not very authentic at the moment, they didn't talk much.

"Miss Li, didn't you write it out?" Wu Lanying couldn't help asking with pride when she saw Li Qingyao's silence.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not doing it, I'm punishing myself for three cups."

Li Qingyao was silent for a moment, and gently kneaded her paper into a ball, claiming to be punished for wine.

Liang Gutai lowered his head lightly and whispered softly, with a look of disappointment. Chen Landie's eyes looked inexplicably, and he also looked away with a little ridicule.

Wu Lanying's face was even more proud and said sarcastically: "Miss Li doesn't have to care. Although you were once a commander of the Yuehen Sect, you have a low talent and a weak knowledge. You must not take it to your heart!"

This Wu Lanying... was so stingy. Liang Gu Tai shook his head and said with a smile: "My Huayuan was built by Master Banshu. There are many beautiful scenery. It is rare for everyone to come here and you can visit it at will. I will sort out your poems here. I will ask Miss Chen Er to make a preface for you to record this collection of elegant works."

Everyone had no objection and dispersed in groups of three or three.

"Young Master, we found this."

"Miss Li's things were lost." Liang Gutai picked up the headdress and prepared to return it to Li Qingyao in a while.

Suddenly, his eyes glanced slightly and saw the paper that was crumpled into pieces by Li Qingyao. After thinking about it, he picked it up and opened it.

He felt that Li Qingyao might have just made up a sentence or two, or simply had no substantial content.

The handwriting on the paper is elegant and elegant, and it is written in one go but extremely neat. If ordinary people do not have decades of foundation, it will be difficult to write such words! But what is more beautiful than this word is the poem itself.

The light skin is weak and the bones are scattered, and the golden stamens are flowing. If you want to know, the old prolonged medicine will start to bloom when the herbs are destroyed.

What a elegant sentence.

Liang Gu was too stunned. The whole poem did not have a single word chrysanthemum, but the first two sentences fully described the posture of the golden chrysanthemum. As soon as he took a look, the appearance of a golden chrysanthemum that looked like a weak beauty appeared on the paper.

How could this not be written? If this poem is taken out, it will be enough to beat Chen Landie. No one will have any objections to the number one!

Is this written by Li Qingyao? Or is it written by Li Qingyue? No, Li Qingyue can't write such sentences. Moreover, this poem is better than Chen Landie's poem, and Li Qingyue has no reason to give this poem to Li Qingyao. The two sisters don't seem to have a good relationship, and when Li Qingyao kneaded the poem into a ball, there was no fluctuation on Li Qingyue's face, obviously not knowing it.

It should have been written by Li Qingyao herself... She could actually write such a poem. Why didn't Wu Lanying show it when she was repeatedly provoked?

He believed that as soon as this poem was released, Wu Lanying would definitely be ashamed to cover her face! So she would rather be punished to drink than lie!

"It's so strange!"
Chapter completed!