"Please draw the fairy girl to give the question."

A maid called out, took a roll of bamboo slips, walked to the small pavilion behind, sighed softly, and slowly handed the bamboo slips in.

She understood the current situation of Huaxian. Huaxian treats them well on weekdays, but unfortunately she is just a servant and has no way of doing anything about these things.

The maid said softly: "Girl draws a fairy, let's give a question."

The immortal Hua didn't make a sound, took the bamboo slips and wrote a few words on the bamboo slips.

Put down the pen and hand it out.

The maid took the bamboo slips, returned to the hall, and opened the bamboo slips and recited the way.

"This feeling, this scene, this person."

The title of the poem is three words, but there is nothing explicit, just like there is no specified theme.

This scene is nothing but winter, and this person is nothing but the exiled immortal in the painting.

But everyone can see differently.

The short quietness of the hall soon came from the sound of writing. I think someone already had an idea.

Gu Nan sat next to Zhao Yiren, their seats were close to the window, and they sat cross-legged on the soft collapse.

After pouring a glass of wine, he gently pushed open the window, and a cold air came in. Gu Nan looked at the street view outside the window.

I took a sip of wine to warm my body.

What a luxury.

I just saw that Zhao Yiren spent a full 200 gold to buy a seat here in order to sign up.

Everyone was thinking hard, and Zhao Yiren bit the pen and obviously had no idea.

Gu Nan is probably the leisurely person in this hall.

I changed into a comfortable position, leaned against the window, and let the cold wind blow on her temples.

Looking down from the high building, I happened to see a beggar limping through the snow with a cloth bag.

The rich family smells of wine and meat, and there are bones that are frozen to death on the road.

For some reason, she remembered this sentence. But she herself was the one who was in the rich family.

He didn't go to see the beggar again, and Gu Nan drank on his own.

Or maybe she was too leisurely and was too conspicuous to sit among a group of people who were thinking hard.

Huaxian, who was sitting in the pavilion, felt a hint of coldness, turned her head, but found that the window on one side was open.

By the window, a man in a black robe sat slanted, with loose clothes and looked like a lazy and ungrateful person.

That man was just sitting there drinking?

Huaxian was stunned for a moment. You know, there is a total of 100 gold in one place. This money is enough for ordinary people to eat for a year.

Her eyes moved to the man's side face, which was very beautiful. She didn't know if such a word was suitable for describing a man, but that person gave her this feeling.

It was a handsome and graceful face that was both a man and a woman's gentle face. It had a very special temperament, but it made her feel a little ashamed of herself.

Perhaps because he felt that he was in his own sight, the man turned his head and looked calmly and collided with him.

Both of them could feel through the tulle, and the other party was really looking at him.

Gu Nan raised the wine glass in his hand and toasted him from afar.

Then he gently held the wine bottle and drank the slightly sweet wine.

After drinking a glass, he turned around and continued to stare out the window blankly.

But Huaxian looked at Gu Nan in a daze until she found that the other party had no intention of looking at him and smiled.

When a man saw her, he always stared at her.

And that person is special.

Unfortunately, the painting immortal was too far away and he did not see Gu Nan's true expression clearly.

At this time, her face was slightly red and she didn't dare to look back at the Huaxian.

It was not until now that she understood what it means to be charming. She almost lost her composure after looking at each other for a few seconds.

"A poem by the young master of the Xue family."

A servant stood on the platform and chanted loudly.

"The snow at the end of the year of Xianyang is flying, and the branches are half low. The spring scenery is not seen, but it is full of flowers. It is the first hairpin of the east hairpin."

It is not a good poem, or even a poem is a praise for it.

Unfortunately, the man was completely unaware of it, standing there with satisfaction, looking forward to the figures in the high Taichung.

After a long time, I didn't see the figure reacting. Although I was not very literary, the man was also open-minded. He sighed and sat down.

With the first poem being delivered, one after another, poems began to be read out by the servant on the high platform.

Overall, it was much better than the first person, but the Huaxian in the pavilion never said anything.

Before I knew it, more than half of the people had already sent poems.

Zhao Yiren has not finished writing yet, or it can be said that he has not written a single sentence yet.

Holding a pen, I didn't write a single word.

Holding his hair, I didn't know if he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment.

He looked at Gu Nan sitting aside.

"Brother Gu, hey, I'm a little talented and knowledgeable. I'm afraid I won't see the fairy girl today. I really have no inspiration. Let's do this, please help me write a song and hand it over it."

"Brother Yiren, you agreed to let me drink with you. Didn't I say everything? I can't write poetry..."

When Zhao Yiren looked at him fuckedly, Gu Nan shrugged helplessly.

"Brother Gu, you are also a handsome talent for your brother. It's not like you are the rough person you call. You are not deliberately hiding your weakness for your brother, right?" Zhao Yiren pointed at Gu Nan and said with disbelief.

Gu Nan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhao Yiren with a look of unsuccessful resignation and shook his head.

Is it a love poem?...Well, just recite it casually.

Thinking of it, he said lightly.

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking at the sorrow of spring, the darkness blooms in the sky. The grass and smoke are shining in the silence. Who can speak in the silence?

I want to get drunk with a silly picture. I sing with wine, and my strong joy is still boring. I will never regret it when my clothes get looser. I will become haggard for her."

Gu Nan's voice was neither light nor heavy, and the hall was already quiet, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Even Huaxian, who was sitting a little far away, heard it clearly.

The poem faded, but the whole hall was silent.

This is not like a poem, the format and sentences are incorrect, but more like a musical tune.

The format is wrong, but it cannot reflect their understanding of this poem.

There is no word winter in the poem at all, but it makes everyone's heart feel a little cold for no reason.

This is a poem about spring. The person who recites the poem leans beside the building, and the delicate spring breeze blows towards him, but it is full of sorrow.

Some people are very surprised. Now it is clearly winter, but why does it mean spring breeze?

When I thought about it, I thought, it was true that when did the Dongzhan Building look like spring?

But the fairy girl came to Xianyang City in spring.

The grass color and smoke were very good that day.

At the end of my reading, I never regretted that my clothes are getting looser and I became haggard for her.

It has to be admired, such a beautiful poem.

The bleak and longing forth is fully expressed.

It's like telling this story again.

In March, I saw a beautiful woman. At this point, my love is deep. I leaned on the tall building alone, singing drunkenly, but I said that I miss you forever.

Gu Nan thought it was never expected that she would just read the most profound love poem in her memory, but it happened to be perfectly in line with this love, this scene, and this person.

Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan blankly, holding a pen.

After a long time, I silently put down my pen.

He smiled bitterly: "Brother Gu, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You are so affectionate about the fairy girl."

"Ha?" Gu Nan was stunned, wondering why the other party suddenly said this.

"What is this poem called?"

Gu Nan grabbed his hair in confusion: "This is the word, so I'll call it "Dielianhua."

"Do you think it's the word? Butterfly loves flowers?" Zhao Yiren murmured and nodded: "Butterfly loves flowers."

Finally, he looked at Gu Nan deeply: "I won't attend this poetry meeting anymore, I will help you with me!"

Wait, what did you say? Gu Nan hasn't reacted yet.

However, Zhao Yiren had already put away the bamboo slips in his hand.

He solemnly raised his head to the pavilion on the high platform and shouted: "Miss Hua Xian, this poem "Dao Yanhua by Mr. Gu beside me, please comment on "Miss Hua Xian!"

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Chapter completed!