"Please draw the fairy girl to come up with a question. Vertex novels are updated the fastest"
A servant girl called out, took a roll of bamboo slips, walked to the small pavilion behind, sighed softly, and slowly handed the bamboo slips in.
She understands Huaxian's current situation, Huaxian treats these servants very well on weekdays, but unfortunately she is just a servant, and there is nothing she can do about it.
The servant girl said softly, "Miss Huaxian, come up with a question."
Huaxian didn't make a sound, took the bamboo slips, and wrote a few words on the bamboo slips.
He put down the pen and handed it out.
The servant girl took the bamboo slips, went back to the front of the hall, opened the bamboo slips and read aloud.
"This situation, this scene, this person."
The title of the poem is three words, but nothing is specified, as if there is no specified theme.
This situation is nothing more than the winter time, and this person is nothing more than the immortal in that painting.
However, what everyone can see is different.
There was a short period of silence in the hall, and soon there was the sound of writing softly, and it seemed that someone already had an idea.
Gu Nan sat beside Zhao Yiren, their seats were near the window, and they sat cross-legged on the rug.
After pouring a glass of wine, he gently opened the window, some cold wind came in, and Gu Nan looked at the street scene outside the window.
He took a sip of wine to warm himself up.
What a luxury.
I just saw Zhao Yiren just to sign up, and I spent a full two hundred gold to buy a seat here.
Everyone was thinking hard, Zhao Yiren was biting his pen, apparently still had no idea.
Gu Nan is probably the most leisurely person in this hall.
Changed to a comfortable position, leaning against the window, letting the slightly cold wind blow her temples.
Looking from the tall building, I happened to see a beggar limping through the snow dragging a cloth bag.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
For some reason, she remembered this sentence. But she herself is also the one in the wealthy family.
Without going to see the beggar again, Gu Nan drank on his own.
Or maybe she was too leisurely, sitting among a group of people who were deep in thought, too conspicuous.
The painting fairy sitting in the pavilion felt a bit of coldness, turned his head, only to find that the window on one side was open.
By the window, a person in a black robe was sitting obliquely. His clothes were loose, and he looked like a lazy and unkempt person.
That man, just sitting there drinking
Huaxian was stunned for a moment, you know, a position here is worth a hundred gold. This amount of money is enough for an ordinary family to eat for a year.
Her eyes moved to that person's side face, which was very beautiful. She didn't know if such a word was suitable to describe a man, but that was the feeling he gave her.
It was a handsome face of a man and a soft face of a woman at the same time, a very special temperament, but it made her feel a little ashamed.
Maybe because he felt his gaze, that person turned his head, and his plain sight collided with him.
Both of them could feel through the tulle that the other was really looking at them.
Gu Nan raised the wine glass in his hand and respected from a distance.
Then he took the wine bottle lightly in his mouth and drank the slightly sweet wine.
After drinking a glass, he turned his head and continued to stare blankly out of the window.
But Huaxian looked at Gu Nan in a daze, until he realized that the other party didn't want to look at him, so he smiled.
When a man saw her, he would never let her go.
But that person is special.
It's a pity that Huaxian was too far away, and couldn't see Gu Nan's real expression clearly.
At this time, her face was flushed slightly, and she didn't dare to look back at Huaxian again.
She didn't understand what it meant to wink at Rusi until now, and she almost lost her composure just by looking at each other for a few seconds.
"Mr. Xue's family presents a poem."
A young servant stood on the high platform and read aloud.
"Xianyang is snowing at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, and the branches are half-drowned in silver. There are no spring colors, but there are many flowers, and the cover is the early flowers of the Eastern Hairpin."
It's not a good poem, or even a poem is flattering him.
It's a pity that the person didn't know it at all, and stood there complacently, looking forward to the figure in the high platform.
For a long time, I didn't see any reaction from that figure. Although his literary talents were not good enough, this man was also open-minded. He sighed and sat down.
Following the delivery of the first poem, one after another, poems began to be read out by the servants on the high platform.
Generally speaking, it is much better than the first person's, but the painting fairy in the pavilion never said anything.
Unknowingly, more than half of the people have already sent poems.
Zhao Yiren hasn't finished writing, or it can be said that he hasn't written a single sentence yet.
Holding a pen, I didn't write a single word.
Grabbing his own hair, he didn't know if he had gone to the doctor because of an emergency.
He looked at Gu Nan who was sitting on the side.
"Brother Gu, hey, this brother has little talent and learning, and I'm afraid I won't see the painting fairy girl today. I really don't have any inspiration, so how about it, you can write a random song for brother, and just hand it in."
"Brother Yiren, you agreed to let me drink with you. Didn't I say everything, I don't know how to write poetry"
Being watched dryly by Zhao Yiren, Gu Nan shrugged helplessly.
"Brother Gu, I think you are a good-looking talent. You don't look like your so-called vulgar person. You are not hiding your clumsiness here deliberately." Zhao Yiren pointed at Gu Nan and said with disbelief.
The corner of Gu Nan's mouth twitched, seeing Zhao Yiren's unstoppable look, he shook his head.
Whether it’s a love poem or not, just memorize any one.
Thinking about it, he said lightly.
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass and smoke. No one can rely on the mood without words.
It is planned to get drunk with the picture of sparse madness. Singing to wine, strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widens and I don't regret it. People haggard because of Yixiao. "
Gu Nan's voice was neither soft nor heavy, the hall was already quiet, and everyone heard it clearly.
Even Huaxian, who was sitting a little far away, could hear clearly.
The poem faded away, but the whole hall was silent.
This is not like a poem, the format and sentences are wrong, but more like a tune.
The format is wrong, but it doesn't affect their understanding of the poem.
There is no word winter in the poem at all, but it makes everyone's heart a bit cool for no reason.
This is a spring poem. The person who recites the poem is leaning against the building, and the thin spring breeze is blowing in front of him, but he is full of sadness.
Some people wonder why they say spring breeze even though it is winter now.
After thinking about it, it is also true, when is it not like spring in the East Hairpin Tower
But the painting fairy girl also came to Xianyang City in spring.
That day, the grass color and smoky light was very good.
At the end of the reading, I don't regret the sentence that the belt is getting wider and wider, and I am haggard because of Yixiao.
I have to admire it, what a beautiful poem.
Express the meaning of that bleak yearning to the fullest.
It's like telling this story again.
Fireworks in March, I once saw a beautiful woman, so far, the love has been deep. Leaning alone on a high-rise building, singing while drunk, but saying, lovesickness is endless.
Gu Nan never imagined that she just recited the most profound love poem in her memory, but it happened to fit perfectly with this feeling, this scene, and this person.
Zhao Yiren stared blankly at Gu Nan, holding a pen.
After a long time, I silently put down my pen.
With a wry smile: "Brother Gu, why didn't you say it earlier?"
"You have such deep affection for Miss Huaxian."
"Huh?" Gu Nan was stunned, not knowing why the other party said this suddenly.
"This poem, what is it called?"
Gu Nan scratched his hair in a fog: "This is a word, so let's call it, Die Lianhua is ready."
"Ci? Die Lianhua?" Zhao Yiren murmured while nodding: "Die Lianhua."
Finally, I took a deep look at Gu Nan: "I won't be participating in this poetry meeting, I will help you!"
wait, what did you say? Gu Nan hadn't reacted yet.
Zhao Yiren had already put away the bamboo slips in his hand.
He solemnly raised his head and called out to the pavilion on the high platform: "Miss Huaxian, Mr. Gu next to me is writing Butterfly Love Flower, please comment on this song by Mr. Gu!"
Sorry, I went to bed late today, hahaha, I have no class in the morning, so I slept late.