Feng Zhi sneered slightly, and slowly turned around to look at her.
Hua Gongmei met her gaze, and the smile on her face was a little stiff.
"Don't dare." Feng Zhiwei said lightly.
Hua Gong froze, seeing Feng Zhiwei's cold eyes and impatientness, she thought she was about to explode, but she didn't expect it to be this sentence, a mocking smile appeared on her face, and she was about to speak.
Feng Zhiwei had already walked back to the case with her hands behind her back, and said with a smile as she walked, "I'm afraid that you will lose again, and I will be ashamed and angry."
"You..." Hua Gongmei took a long breath, smiled angrily, and said, "Don't talk so much, since you agreed, how about the simplest couplets? One stick of incense, forty sentences, who Whoever loses after a pause, I want to see how Sister Feng makes me feel ashamed and angry?"
It is not difficult to answer sentences, but the time for one stick of incense is so short, and even forty sentences are answered, there is almost no time to think, so how agile does it need
Everyone knew that the Miss Hua family was famous in the imperial capital for her quick thinking, so they immediately lifted their spirits.
"Alright." Emperor Tian Sheng was very happy, "Don't rush to give the lottery, let's see the demeanor of the two young ladies."
"I have always admired nimble women the most." Ning Yi clapped his hands and smiled, "The winner, the gate of Chu Palace will always be open for you!"
What does it mean? Hua Gong's eyebrows lit up, a glimmer of hope ignited, but Feng Zhiwei curled her lips in contempt—this man is playing his trick of cloud cover and fog cover again!
"Please." Feng Zhiwei refused to say a word.
Green smoke is curling up, and the head of the fragrance is faintly extinguished.
Hua Gong's eyebrows spoke quickly.
"If you don't have a poem, don't invite Mei down!"
"There is a song that often gathers the immortals in the clouds!"
"Smoke fan with a short spear and a fisherman's song!"
"Moon Cage Changhe Qingyin come!"
"Chunsheng every old peach blossom noodles!"
"Autumn wind always brings new hibiscus eyebrows!"
"Shicheng throws a pen and laughs at the sky!"
"Treading snow with wine and sword!"
"Tea is also intoxicating, so why bother with wine!"
"Books are fragrant, I don't need flowers!"
In an instant, they answered more than a dozen sentences like lightning, Hua Gong's eyebrows changed color, Feng Zhiwei didn't even look at her, and picked up the wine on the table with a smile, glass after glass.
"Combining and parting are all caused by fate, it is in vain to shoulder the spring scenery before the misty rain!"
"Right and wrong are all caused by love, and the two eyebrows Qiushuang after the turmoil are replaced by Kong Kong!"
Short sentences won't work, but long ones, Hua Gong gritted his teeth.
"Guan Er is relegated to the blue sky, flying swords to the west, dancing in Longquan, listening to the rain outside the building, who can ask Bai to be as lonely as snow, and melt into the moon with a touch of deep curtain!"
"Wait for me to get rid of the world of mortals, let the boat go east, the phoenix flute whispers, the moon is on the island, and forget that the peach blossoms fall melancholy like a dream, and the small building is deserted for half its life!"
"Okay!" Some people couldn't help clapping their hands. This kind of response without thinking is much better than the one who made the sentence. After all, the one who made the sentence was probably done before.
Hua Gongmei's body trembled slightly, but she still didn't give up. She gave Ning Yi a foolish look, remembering the first time she met at the spring banquet many years ago. Since then, she has been in her heart since then, and all her short sentences and long chapters have been written for him. However, as long as the lovesickness is, the reality is as cold as it is. Today, I thought that His Majesty would like it, and I would definitely choose the bird screen to make my wish come true. Ugly girls are no match!
Suddenly, I feel sad.
"Ask how the sky is full and empty, how is it going? I think you used to wear a golden belt, a purple scorpion, a white jade cup, a snake sword, enjoy the moon in Liangyuan, Luoyang flowers, laugh at Ronghua, come and go with a breeze, who would want to fall in love There is no way to solve it, the blue blood and green bamboo fall into the sky, and a song of mourning on the clear strings."
This girl, is she finally discouraged
Feng Zhiwei watched her with a slight smile, Hua Gongmei saw that she didn't reply immediately, she was happy, but she saw Feng Zhiwei raised her head and drank it down in one gulp.
When the wine is exhausted, the sentence is born.
"Sighing the multiplication and division of creation, how will the next life continue? Recalling the first time I saw you, there were jasper bracelets, emerald bamboo flute, sweeping eyes, singing of birds and swallows, every time the forbidden catastrophe, great inner evil, sighing that the world of mortals gathers and disperses for half a lifetime, I knew it earlier Hatred is born in that broken dust net, and the heart of love is frosty and snowy, playing the silver zither with long mournful voices!"
After the sentence was finished, the sound was like a tide, Hua Gongmei took a step back, her face was ashen, Feng Zhiwei lightly poured the wine—I remind you, the royal water is deep, it's better to look away.
It's a pity that some people couldn't see it. After Hua Gong's eyebrows changed continuously, he finally couldn't help cursing angrily.
"Look at your face as decayed as a yellow flower!"
"Guan Er's face looks like a kitchen knife."
"I treat you as foolish and foolish as a child!"
"Guan Er's face looks like a kitchen knife."
"Regard your words and deeds as mean as Cang Po!"
"Guan Er's face looks like a kitchen knife."
Amid the uncontrollable roar of laughter, Feng Zhiwei raised her hand and threw the wine glass right at Hua Gongmei's feet, "Miss Hua, the incense sticks are exhausted, so it's time to stop, my little sister will write a poem in numbers today, Talk about the harm of the word love, but I hope it can make you smile."
She stood in front of the court with her hands behind her back, her clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, and she looked like a fairy under the dim light. Everyone looked at her back and forgot that ugly appearance and the name of a crazy girl in a trance. Near and far away, drinking like a master under the forest, singing like walking in the clouds.
Feng Zhi's smiling face was facing the upward direction, where Ning Yi rested his forehead on his hands, his eyes turned around in the light red light, looking at her silently for a moment.
"Pray for perfection, forget about nine deaths, seem to be majestic in all directions, but really don't understand everything, forget so much that you don't recognize your relatives, rub your internal organs so that they don't grow, entangle your limbs so weakly, turn them upside down so that you can't eat three meals, and finally end up facing each other in two places. It's better to throw away - a foolishness!"
The chic and decisive digital poems shocked everyone when they came out.
Hua Gongmei staggered back, holding on to the table with her hand, stared blankly for a long time, tears rolled down like broken threads.
Ning Yi was playing with the wine glass in his hand, the smile on his lips was as thin as a flower.
It's better to throw away a piece of infatuation, it's better to throw out a piece of infatuation.
This extremely wise and cunning woman actually rejected him in such a way.
However, such a refusal also allowed him to see some thoughts in her deep and remote heart that he didn't want to see for him.
There is a kind of woman, like Penglai outside the territory, who is far away from the high sky, mountains and seas. If you want to get close, you have to go through the thick fog first.
Scattered flowers gradually become charming, but as long as he is always at a high place, why would he be afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes