Chapter 2372 The romantic and suave wants to go to the son
"Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the poetry and songs of the Cave Heaven and Blessings are all mainly about chanting the moon, and this year is no exception..." Hua Yingrong spoke in a flash, and then she paused and felt that the atmosphere on the scene was a little baked, and she suddenly said loudly.
He said around: "This year, the little girl was lucky enough to host a lyrics meeting and wanted to leave her name in history. Unfortunately, Yingrong was a little talented and could not produce good poetry, so she could only hope for talented people from all over the Taiwan Strait.
If any official could take out a poem that shocked the four seats, Yingrong would also take out a lottery and invite the official to board the boat and travel to the sky with me..."
As soon as Hua Yingrong's words fell, a sudden burst of exclamations broke out around her, accompanied by a lot of swallowing saliva.
This is obvious. If anyone can touch her heart, then tonight I will have the chance to be Hua Yingrong, the first guest of the Spring City.
On both sides of the shore, the crowd on the bridge became silent after screaming. Xiang Que obviously watched the people around him locked their eyebrows and thought hard. If you step a little later in this kind of thing, you will have to be pulled out by someone.
The first place is on the way.
Xiang Que suddenly laughed, and he was in a good mood, and suddenly he felt a lot of evil thoughts.
Although I graduated from a small book, I still know a little about the eternal quatrains that have been widely circulated in the world.
After all, even if you have never recited some of the poems of everyone deliberately, you will almost calluse your ears. It is not difficult to recall them. Thanks to the masters of all dynasties.
If you want to say "Yong Yue", there is really a peerless poem that can be said to be the best in the world and is known as the "unprecedented" person and never come after him.
When will the bright moon be taken out from the song "Su" by everyone? Who will compete with him?
No one can do it!
Xiang Que's thoughts of doing evil things were together. He blinked his witty little eyes, then squeezed into the front of the crowd, then lay on the railing, coughed a few times at the bottom of the river, and whistled a very hooligan.
Since you want to do evil, the best way is to just stop others' thoughts by appearing on your own, and then you can hear waves of regret and pounding your chest and stamping your feet.
Yes, Xiang Quxin's eyes are extremely bad at this moment. He doesn't want to give anyone a chance. He wants to make this year's poems come to an end before they even begin.
The few sounds of Xiangque's dry coughing that were lying on the railing naturally attracted Hua Yingrong's attention below. She asked with her eyes circling: "Is there a masterpiece that can be used to take action?"
Many eyes fell on Xiang Que's body, and many people sneered. I don't know where the fledgling guy came from. He actually wanted to be the first to appear. He was able to take the lead.
I understand, but I have to say that you are the first to come out of this occasion and usually become a target for others.
"Yes!" said to the nod, carrying both hands on his back, extremely chic.
Hua Yingrong stretched out her fair arms and said softly: "Young Master, please."
"I haven't pretended to compete for a long time. I feel really good if I pretend..."
Xiang lies on the railing lazy, let his long hair flutter in the wind, and then press his voice to make his voice look more magnetic.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine"
"Hmm?" Hua Yingrong was stunned when she heard the first sentence. The beginning of this article seemed a bit hasty, but the artistic conception was very obvious.
Some experts in the crowd around him frowned immediately. This sentence is not simple, you can already see the foundation.
Xiang Que continued to murmur and said, "I don't know what year it will be tonight in the palace in the sky."
"I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda are so cold that it is so high. I dance and play with the clear shadows, but it seems like I am in the world."
Xiang Queyi opened his mouth and finished reciting the first half of the bright moon. Hua Yingrong's eyes were flowing, and the stunning colors in her eyes were very obvious. She even wanted to praise the handrail quickly, but she suppressed it.
, as if afraid that he would disrupt the other party's thinking.
Xiang Que straightened up, put down his hands and leaned on the railing, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining in sleeplessness. There should be no hatred, why do you always turn to the farewell?"
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times."
There seemed to be a layer of mist in Hua Yingrong's eyes instantly, even though many of the talented men who wanted to compete for the wind and be jealous were all over the world.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has sunshine and sunshine!
Just this sentence is enough to spread throughout the ages in the Cave Heaven and the Blessed Land.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and said slowly: "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away..."
Long-lasting, beautiful moon!
When Xiangque's words fell and he didn't speak again for a long time, Hua Yingrong was still thinking about the whole poem. There was a loud bang in her head, and the single was played back and forth repeatedly and cycled.
A moment later, a wailing sound suddenly sounded around the river.
He nodded to Que as expected. Sure enough, as soon as he appeared, he brought this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting to the end. Do you still have to question everyone's abilities?
It's simply too hateful.
After a long time, Hua Yingrong stretched out her hand and said with a slight trembling voice: "Is it good to ask the young master to come over and accompany the little girl to swim to the sky?"
Xiang Que was too cruel. When will he take out this song of water tune, Mingyue, Hua Yingrong is sure that there is no need to compare it in the future. No one can be better than this poem.
Xiang Que was not surprised at all. Boss Su's poem has been passed down for many years, so who can find out some faults?
Haha, that's going to be a hell!
The man who spoke before was stunned. This guy was not a little arrogant. Why didn't he taste it when he was talking to him? He had known this before, so he took out a lot of money.
It's okay to buy his poem for money.
Xiang Que supported the arch bridge with one hand, kicked under his feet, and then got up and floated down from the bridge, and then landed on Hua Yingrong's pleasure boat.
The regret sounded again, but no one had any extra thoughts about Hua Yingrong's guest who entered the curtain.
These literati are still quite talented. If you think you are not as good as you are, it will be useless if you argue.
It comes and goes quickly. This is the idea of most people. This poem meeting came to an abrupt end. It really ended before it even started.
Xiang Que licked his lips and said, "Girl... Come and see your son Xiang."