1898. Playing big!

Wensheng Pavilion.

Above the lake, the aftermath has not subsided.

The shocked waves, like thousands of raindrops, reflect the glory of the moon and the rain falls.

On the lake, although the Wen Shenghua is still not blooming, the buds that are about to bloom are obviously more beautiful under Rong Zi'an's poem.

Flowers sway, everyone trembled, and the beautiful woman's beautiful eyes shine.

Rong Zi'an at this time was like the stars in the sky, so dazzling it was.

Finally, Rong Zian walked towards Lu Xuexin beside him, but his smiling face looked at the Saint of the Sword Immortal Palace: "Xuexin, I can write this poem for you, do you like it?"

After Rong Zi'an's words fell, Lu Xuexin was immediately shy and her pretty face turned red.

At the same time, the people around him exploded and immediately started to make a fuss.

“Wow~”

“So romantic!”

"The Holy Son of Wengong is not only talented but also has unparalleled talent. He didn't expect that he still has such a romantic mood?"

"Tonight, this fairy Lu Xuexin is probably the most dazzling woman in Wen Sheng Pavilion."

"Even the woman in the green skirt just now is not as dazzling as Fairy Xue Xin."

Everyone sighed, and many women cast envious eyes at Lu Xuexin.

In their opinion, perhaps Lu Xuexin's appearance is not as good as Feng Xinyan, but with such a beautiful poem, Lu Xuexin's charm is undoubtedly far beyond Feng Xinyan.

"A talented man and beautiful woman are perfect!"

“Together ~”

“Together ~”

There was a noise around and everyone started to cheer.

Rong Zi'an smiled proudly, but Lu Xuexin's pretty face was flushed and she was shy and did not dare to look up.

"Chu Yun, is this poem in Wengong really beautiful?"

As for Feng Xinyan, who was not far away, she also had a faint smile on her lips, showing a bit of envy.

I'm afraid any woman will be honored and happy to have a poem written specifically for herself.

After all, people cannot last forever, but poetry can be remembered forever. And the women in the poem will naturally last forever.

Chu Yun refused to comment and still lowered his head to taste the tea.

At this time, it seemed to be to show off something. Rong Zian deliberately looked forward and asked Chu Yun with a proud look: "Social Son of Qin Palace, how about this saint son? Is this poem okay?"

Lu Xuexin also looked at Chu Yun with Rong Zi'an's eyes. At this time, Lu Xuexin was also extremely proud, as if telling Chu Yun that Lu Xuexin is not something you can pursue?

The only person who is qualified to pursue me is Rong Zi'an, who has both talent and appearance.

Chu Yun naturally ignored them.

Two boring people came to find a sense of existence, and Chu Yun was too lazy to pay attention to them.

However, Chu Yun's reaction fell into the eyes of everyone, but it made people feel that Chu Yun had nothing to say because of embarrassment and shame.

After all, the Holy Son of Wengong picked up girls not only because of his identity and appearance, but also because of his talent.

And Chu Yun just lowered his head to drink tea.

"Hey, I can't figure it out. That fairy with a green skirt is so beautiful, why was she robbed by such a pig?"

"It's like flowers are put on cow dung."

Many people think Feng Xinyan is not worth it and think that she has a bad view of people.

Rong Zian was also proudly looking in Feng Xinyan's direction. He seemed to say that, how about it, do you regret it?

This poem was originally for you, but who made you look blind and even had dinner with a waste.

Chu Yun was still silent, while Feng Xinyan listened to the gossip around her, but her pretty face turned a little white.

"Hmph, what's the smug?"

"Are you so embarrassed to show off before our Son in this way?"

"The poems made by our Holy Son are thousands of times better than yours, and I will kill you in seconds!" Mu Qingxue couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily at Rong Zi'an with her fist.

When Rong Zian heard this, he immediately smiled.

"It seems that our Holy Son Chu Yun can write poems, too?"

“Haha~”

"Then why not give me a poem, let us all see how the poem by Saint Son Chu Yun is thousands of times better than mine."

Rong Zian sneered coldly, his words full of sarcasm.

Lu Xuexin also shook her head.

Of course she didn't believe that Chu Yun could really write poetry. After all, the poetry was elegant. How could a person like Chu Yun, who had a humble background, write good poetry?

The little Qin girl seemed to be helping Chu Yun, but in fact she hurt him and set Chu Yun on the test.

In this situation, it is embarrassing that Chu Yun does not write poetry, and it is even more embarrassing that he cannot write poetry well.

In short, tonight, Chu Yun is afraid that he will be out of meditation.

After Rong Zi'an's words were finished, everyone started to make excitement.

"Don't be cowardly?"

"Get up and write poetry!"

"It's not okay to just talk big."

“Haha~”

"I think he can't do it at all?"

"It's just a joke..."

Everyone looked at the boy who was still silent and sitting quietly drinking tea, sneering and full of disdain.

Feng Xinyan was afraid that Chu Yun would be embarrassed, so she hurriedly pulled Chu Yun: "Chu Yun, don't pay attention to them. You are a zither, and you can't write poetry. It's too late now, let's go back."

Feng Xinyan could see that Rong Zi'an was clearly targeting Chu Yun and deliberately making him foolish.

If Chu Yun stays in this situation, he will be really embarrassed.

Feng Xinyan thought that Rong Zi'an had just held a grudge against Chu Yun because of herself, so she felt a little guilty and stood up and pulled Chu Yun and was about to leave.
Chapter completed!