At this moment, she suddenly felt that since the moment she opened the book about people, local customs, and customs, every step she took seemed to be calculated and she was trapped in a trap.
What is it that she doesn't know about, and what does everything that has happened have to do with her?
Her pale eyebrows furrowed as she pondered this misty question in confusion.
"Miss Luan." Qi Yan saw her frowning in thought, and he suddenly called her in a low voice. "Could it be that Miss Luan has a second line?" His ice-blue luster sank deep into the depths, and he could not figure out his thoughts.
The originally cheerful and relaxed atmosphere immediately solidified with Qi Yan's faint words.
Everyone in the Luoyue Dynasty had an astonishing light in their eyes, and their gazes fell firmly on Fang Qing's indifferent face.
Fang Qing rubbed her eyebrows. How could she be willing to cause trouble? There was no need. She raised her eyes and said calmly: "There is no second line to answer. This first line is incomprehensible."
Lu Yijing, who thought that Fang Qing would become the focus of everyone again, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Along with it, people from the other three countries also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that Yu Tianqi and others from Luoyue Dynasty can't help but feel a little disappointed.
The Tianyu incense burns out slowly and the fragrance dissipates from the air.
"It seems that no one can beat me this year. Red sleeves, put them away." Qi Yanbing's blue eyes flashed with a strange light. His eyes flashed, and the scroll in the green hand fell.
The second volume was drawn with a poem.
Ignore you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and reaches the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my gold has been spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights, and banter.
What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
"Similarly, it's time for a stick of incense. As long as everyone sitting here can come up with a poem that matches the artistic conception, we will be considered a winner." Qi Yan's ice-blue eyes flickered and he scanned around lightly.
Fang Qing stared at this poem, her eyes slightly stunned. This poem is "Wine About to Enter" by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, a famous poem that has been recited by everyone in later generations. This poem about wine can be called the pinnacle of it.
If there is any wine poem that can be compared equally with this song about entering the wine, then it belongs to Tang Bohu’s poem about sitting alone among the flowers, drinking and pouring, and having a romantic Peach Blossom Anthem.
As if he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Fang Qing, Qi Yan called her again. "Miss Luan, judging from the fact that you wrote three chrysanthemum poems in a row, this is just a wine poem, which should not be difficult for Miss Luan."
Fang Qing's eyes were cold and cold. She looked at Qi Yan with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth. "Young Master Qi seems to think too highly of the little girl. I believe everyone sitting here can compose this wine poem. I just want to compare it with this wine poem."
In comparison, even if a little girl gives everything she has, she can't compete with him."
Qi Yan smiled faintly. "Miss Luan is so humble." Then he stood up suddenly, "Every year at this final level, it is always very deserted. The third prince really doesn't like the situation that has not changed for hundreds of years, and it's not good for me to do it every time.
Go away empty-handed. Well, as long as Miss Luan writes a wine poem and everyone sitting here, including you, can nod and admit that the girl's wine poem is a rare work, she can be considered a winner. Of course, everyone else sitting here will also
Can."
The whole house was in an uproar, and everyone's indifferent attitude immediately turned into a state of preparation for war.
"I have a wine poem here, please enlighten me. In the palace of the Han Dynasty, willows are like silk, peach blossoms are abundant and green pools are found. The saint has passed down thousand-year-old wine, and the emperor has written poems about hundreds of officials." Nangong's purple-green lips
, faintly evoked, a sense of aristocratic pride still arises.
Everyone was whispering to each other, and there were all kinds of voices: those who opposed, those who agreed, those who were neutral.
Feng Dieyi stood up from her seat with great grace, her red lips smiled and her eyes were enchanted. "I happen to have a little poem here, so you can just listen to it. The small red clay stove, the green ants' newly baked wine,
It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"
Her poems are fresh and warm, with warmth left in every word.
The person sitting there had a gentle look on his face and nodded frequently, but he showed no signs of surprise.
"I also have a song here, I hope you can appreciate it. When Wuling was young, the golden market east, the white horse with silver saddle spent the spring breeze. Wherever the fallen flowers traveled, I smiled into the orchid wine shop." Weishan's wild eyebrows
Opening up, his deep black and clear pupils flickered with a bright color.