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"You!"

Zong Ping was about to say something.

Just then.

An excited voice shouted, "The Lin sisters are here."

All of them looked towards the stairs.

Two stunning girls slowly walked over here.

One was wearing yellow clothes, plump, and had a pair of snow-white cheeks, which was spectacular.

The other was wearing white clothes, with a fairy-like temperament, charming and pure.

Everyone's faces showed an intoxicated look. Although the seventh princess Zhang Xue, the ninth princess Zhang Lingmai, and Xiao Rong were all first-class beauties, how could one person be better than two?

These are sisters.

The appearance of Lin Xiaodie and Lin Xuezhu directly pushed this poetry meeting into a small climax.

For most people, why do they participate in poetry meetings? Is it to become famous? Definitely not, they are here to see beautiful women.

Lin Xuezhu was wearing a snow-white dress, floating like a fairy, with a bright smile on her pretty face like the sun. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Lin Xiaodie's sleeve and pointed in the direction of Xiao Ping'an: 'Sister, look, it's Xiao Ping'an. '

Lin Xiaodie had a strong aura, took a look, and said calmly: "Well, I know, don't shout."

Lin Xuezhu glanced at her sister and curled her lips. Obviously, she was not satisfied with her sister's calm look.

The man you once looked down on is now famous in Kyoto, don't you have any extra expression?

I want to have fun.

"Xiaodie, you are here!"

Zhang Xue walked over quickly after seeing Lin Xiaodie and the others.

Lin Xiaodie looked at Zhang Xue, with a touching smile on her face, bent down, and saluted: 'Princess. '

Zhang Xue quickly helped Lin Xiaodie up: "Don't be polite."

We are all good sisters, so don't come to these false formalities.

You said not to be so polite, so I won't bow.

Lin Xuezhu's mouth curled up.

She straightened her bent thigh immediately.

Zhang Xue didn't pay attention to her little action.

"Everyone is here, let's start the poetry party."

Seventh Princess Zhang Xue looked around and said with a smile.

Little Prince Zhang Jian couldn't wait to say: "Sister Xue, you come up with the topic."

"Okay." Zhang Xue nodded, looked out the window, and said with a smile: "Today's night is charming and the starry sky is brilliant. How about taking the night as the topic and everyone write a poem or a lyric?"

Xiao Pingan nodded: "I think this is possible."

Who asked you.

Zhang Jian looked at Xiao Pingan with dissatisfaction.

However, because Xiao Pingan is so powerful, he dare not say anything sarcastic. If it were someone else, he would definitely start Yin and Yang.

"Who will go first?" Zhang Xue said with a smile.

Most people who come here are here to see beauties, not to write poems.

Most people can't write poems.

In fact, for the men who participated in this poetry meeting, they were already very satisfied. After all, they saw so many beauties today.

There are the seventh princess Zhang Xue and the ninth princess Zhang Lingmai.

There are the Lin sisters, Lin Xiaodie and Lin Xuezhu.

There is Xiao Rong from the Xiao family.

There is also Lan Yu from Luming Academy...

It's not an exaggeration to say that there are so many beauties.

Watching the time of an incense stick pass.

Still no one came forward.

Zhang Xue was a little anxious.

She just thought of two sentences.

At this time.

Hao Tong stepped forward and came to Zhang Xue.

Looking around.

Seeing that everyone was thinking hard.

Smiled slightly: "Hasn't everyone thought of it? Since no one wants to be the first, then I will throw a brick to attract jade."

said.

He glanced at Xiao Ping'an without leaving a trace.

Seeing that this person was still eating and didn't seem to be thinking about poetry at all.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Ping'an, have you run out of ideas?

Hehe, isn't that my chance?

Seventh Princess, today, I want to let you know that Xiao Ping'an's talent is just a flash in the pan. Only I, Hao Tong.

can continue to play steadily until old age.

"Ah, you have it so soon?"

Zhang Xue looked at Hao Tong and was a little shocked. She only thought of two lines of poetry.

When did Hao Tong become so fast?

"Yes, Princess, inspiration is something that can't be stopped when it comes." Hao Tong said confidently.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, Master Hao Tong is so handsome."

"He is so talented."

"I knew that Master Hao would never let people down."

Some girls and singing girls who came to the poetry meeting had intoxicated smiles on their faces.容。

"Brother Hao, you are so amazing.

You came up with a poem so quickly, unlike some people.

You also said that you are the most talented person in Beijing! You only know how to eat and eat."

Zhang Jian glanced at Xiao Ping'an and said sarcastically.

Hao Tong said seriously: 'Evergrande, don't say that, maybe someone hasn't thought of it yet.

Give him some time, after all, poems and lyrics require inspiration.

If you don't prepare in advance, you won't get it so quickly. '

As a qualified son of a noble family, Hao Tong wanted to stab Xiao Ping'an to death in his heart.

On the surface, you still have to act like an upright and modest gentleman.

As long as you are not a fool, you can hear the subtext of Hao Tong's words.

Meaning, if Xiao Ping'an can't make any good poems or lyrics in this poetry meeting, then his previous good works must have been prepared in advance.

In other words, plagiarism.

Plagiarists will be despised in any world.

"Why are you guys chattering? Hao Tong, aren't you pregnant?

Since you are, why don't you tell me?"

Zhang Lingmai said dissatisfiedly.

What a princess without quality. She is not as good as my little cutie Xuexue. My Xuexue is indeed the most perfect woman in the world... Because of Zhang Lingmai, at this moment, Hao Tong loves the seventh princess Zhangxue even more.

Hao Tong glanced at Zhang Lingmai, a bright smile appeared on his face, and said, "Yes, Your Highness the Ninth Princess."

He stepped to the window.

A breeze blew.

It blew up the hair on his temples. He was really a bit handsome. Of course, compared with the readers, he was definitely inferior.

I only heard Hao Tong reciting leisurely: "The bright moon on a branch startled the magpie, the breeze made the cicada sing in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the frogs croak.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three drops of rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is beside the forest, and the bridge suddenly appears when the road turns to the stream."

This time, there are no poets here, but it doesn't matter. Everyone here is a cultured person, and everyone can still tell whether a poem is good or not.

After all.

The eyes of the masses are sharp.

Only a small group of people like to eat shit, just like a certain mage's song...

Hao Tong just finished reciting this poem.

Someone applauded loudly: "Good, it's really great.

The first sentence, the bright moon on a branch startled a magpie, describes the moon and the magpie, which set off the quietness of the night.

And the second sentence, with the help of the breeze and the chirping of cicadas, describes the beauty of the night scenery.

The next sentence, the fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good harvest, and the sound of frogs is heard, using rice flowers and frog sounds to describe the fun of the night.

... Throughout the poem, Master Hao Tong painted a beautiful picture of the night scenery, beautiful, really beautiful."