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Among the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting, except for the two sisters Nan Baoyi and Nan Baozhu, everyone else came with the idea of ????showing off their talents.
They had already written the poems on the day they received the post.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The young and young girls all feel that they have written the best, so everyone wants to perform at the finale, but they are humble and accommodating to each other.
Nan Yan walked to the center of the hall and blessed himself with a smile: "My little girl Nan Yan, I would like to offer some advice and write a poem for everyone."
Naturally, everyone wants it.
The bead curtain was rolled up high, and fine snow fell from the sky.
Nan Yan raised his chin slightly and moved lightly with lotus steps, elegant and dignified, "The auspicious snow is like light cotton, rustling all over the world"
She was born charming and weak, and her voice was as sweet as kneaded honey.
The young people in the hall looked appreciative.
A talented man gently shook his folding fan and commented with a smile: "'Auspicious snow is like light cotton'. This is a good metaphor. It vividly depicts the shape of snowflakes. The sentence 'The world is full of rustling' fully describes the magnificent scene of heavy snow in the world. Wonderful, wonderful!¡±
Nan Yan stood by the window and reached out to touch the falling snow in the air, "I wish to grow old together and spend more years with you"
The final note trembles slightly, as if unable to suppress the surging love inside.
In the hall, the talented and beautiful ladies who love romance cheered.
Nan Yan looked back, her eyes falling on Cheng Deyu very tenderly.
She stood pretty by the window, with a talented and gentle demeanor, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were as passionate as fire.
It coincides with Cheng Deyu¡¯s ideal image of a wife.
Cheng Deyu took a sip of wine calmly.
Only such a well-educated woman is worthy of him
¡°Perhaps, he should ask his mother to help him change his marriage.
Although Nan Yan is just a concubine, she is now living in the Nan Mansion. She must be of a bloodline recognized by the Nan Mansion.
In addition, she is deeply favored by Nan Guang, so the benefits she brings to the family should be comparable to Nan Baoyi.
He thought, and gave Chao Nanyan a gentle smile in return.
Nan Baoyi ate the fruit and observed the two people with a smile.
They looked at each other affectionately with sparks flying, they were truly in love with each other!
"I just don't know, is there any benefit in this love between husband and concubine?"
While she was thinking about it, she heard a talented man suggest: "Miss Nan Yan's poem is very well done, blending the emotions into the scenery, which is amazing! Since the girl from the Nan family has taken the lead, she will also invite the other two Nan family members. You girl compose poetry, right? They are all from the same family, so I guess their talents are about the same."
Others agreed.
Cheng Deyu said coldly: "My fianc¨¦e is clumsy by nature. I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to compose poetry."
The talented man was reluctant: "If she can't compose poetry, what will she do here? Now that she's here, she should act according to the rules!"
Nan Yan said warmly: "Jiaojiao, that day at the Hua Chao grand party, your music, chess, calligraphy and painting were all excellent. I think it is not difficult for you to write poems and lyrics. Why don't you just compose one, so as not to lose us? Family and Mr. Cheng¡¯s face.¡±
Nan Baoyi leaned casually on the armchair.
She looked at Nan Yan, tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Sister, you really want to hear me write poetry?"
"nature."
¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll steal my sister¡¯s limelight.¡±
Nan Yan smiled.
She has lived in Nanfu for many days. She still doesn¡¯t know how much Nan Baoyi weighs?
The poem she just composed was excellent, she didn¡¯t believe Nan Baoyi could make a better one!
The leader of this poetry gathering is, after all, Nan Yan!
Thinking of this, she said magnanimously: "Sister, feel free to do your best. If you do well, I, as a sister, will also have a good reputation. Why do you steal the limelight?"
"Since you invite me in every possible way, I won't be polite!"
Nan Baoyi stood up with a smile.
She lifted up the train of her robe coolly and stood by the window.
The white snow is pure, the red robe is brilliant, and the girl's red phoenix eyes are full of charm and charm, and she is even more heroic than the ordinary young master.
Just the appearance and demeanor alone are far superior to Nan Yan.
She waved her toga and said loudly:
"The scenery of the North is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers up and down suddenly lose their torrents. Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, and wax figures are galloping in the mountains, wanting to compete with the gods. On a sunny day, look at the red clothes Plainly wrapped, extremely enchanting.
"There are so many beauties in the country, attracting countless heroes to competeBend back. I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Emperor Zong of Tang and Song Dynasty were slightly less elegant. The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles. It's all gone, let's count the famous people, let's look at the present! "
Every time she read a word, Nan Yan's face turned pale.
The slender hands dug into the palms until the flesh was bloody.
She has never heard this poem before!
It¡¯s so well written!
Was it really Nan Baoyi? !
There was silence in the hall.
Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by this poem and could not recover for a long time.
The boys and girls murmured and repeated almost subconsciously:
"I want to compete with God"
"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bend over"
"It's all over, let's count the famous people, let's look at the present!"
¡°Good words, good words!¡±
"Excellent!"
An even passionate young man was so moved that he burst into tears: "To be proud of others, to dominate the world, and to have great ambitions, this is what a man should do when he establishes himself in the world!"
Cheng Deyu stared closely at the girl by the window, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
She had sent him so many letters, with ugly handwriting and no literary grace in her words. It was obvious at a glance that she was a businessman's daughter who smelled of money.
But why was she suddenly able to write such good poetry?
Such poems are unique even if you look at the world!
And she was standing by the window, with white snow blowing on her face, black hair piled up in the clouds, a slender waist, a peony red round-collared robe with unfinished lapels, which made her legs straight and slender, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved when she smiled, showing great energy.
How could such a woman be vulgar?
Could it be that what she did before was just playing hard to get at him?
This thought flashed through his mind, making Cheng Deyu suddenly enlightened.
Yes, she knew that her status was low and she was not worthy of him, so she used this roundabout way to attract his attention
??Nan Baoyi, you really have a scheming mind!
"It's just that she is young after all, and she doesn't know how high the Cheng family is, nor how many women he has met. This kind of little trick will only increase his disgust.
He sneered and looked away indifferently.
Nan Baoyi clasped her little hands behind her back and said with high spirits: "Sister, what do you think of my poem?"
Nan Yan¡¯s smile was stiff.
She was obviously very angry, but she could only praise: "Of course it's wonderful"
Nan Baoyi looked at Cheng Deyu again and said sweetly: "What do you think, brother Cheng?"
Cheng Deyu said lightly: "It's acceptable."
"Is it acceptable?" Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows, "Such an unprecedented poem, but in the eyes of brother Cheng, is it just acceptable?"
Ning Wanzhou cracked the melon seeds and shouted: "Since Mr. Cheng says it's acceptable, it must be because he can write better poems. Come on, Mr. Cheng will write one for us!"
Nan Baozhu held the melon and echoed loudly: "Yes, Mr. Cheng, you have been studying in Chang'an for many years. You must be talented. You can also open our eyes! Come on, come on!"
This pair of master and servant sang in harmony, leading the whole audience to be charming. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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