After Zhang Yuan finished speaking to Pan Panda, he turned around leisurely and faced the pavilion.

Three people in the pavilion looked at him.

Zhang Yuan smiled apologetically and bowed to Tian Jieqiong in the pavilion:

"I have a sudden remark below that I want to say to Miss Jieqiong, but I don't dare."

This sentence instantly disrupted all Tian Jieqiong's thoughts. She looked at Zhang Yuan blankly, but she really didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would suddenly talk to her.

But after all, he is a lady from a family, and his reaction will not be lost on the spot.

"Young Master, it's okay." Although Tian Jieqiong was raving in her heart, no one looked disgusting on the surface and said calmly.

Zhang Yuan saw this and smiled slightly, "I first entered the poetry meeting today. What impressed me most was Miss Jieqiong's roaming Liang Qinyin. After all, I was over 10 years old, but I had never heard such a robe. I felt a lot of emotion in my heart."

"Young Master is too rewarded." Tian Jieqiong was secretly happy, but on the surface, she said modestly.

"Zishan was curious at that time. Could it be that someone who can play such a piano sound must have at least thirty or fifty years of attainment on the guzheng to have such ability?"

"Who knew that when Zishan's eyes moved up, she saw Miss Jieqiong's young and handsome appearance. For a moment, Zishan was a little disobedient when she saw it, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart!"

Zhang Yuan's face was serious and serious, and there was no sign of any frivolity.

Tian Jieqiong didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would actually speak like this. In an instant, she felt a little at a loss. Since childhood, no opposite sex has ever said this to her!

Just say frivolous words seriously?

Just so arrogant??

"Young Master is so sad." Tian Jieqiong's ears were a little red. She reacted quickly regardless of her red ears, and her tone was still as calm as possible. However, anyone who had some experiences could see that Tian Jieqiong's condition was already a little messy.

"Zi Shanshi doesn't know what words to describe Miss Jieqiong's style. Now, based on his temporary feeling, I will write a poem. I hope Miss Jieqiong will not be disgusted."

After Zhang Yuan said this, his heart felt much more relaxed. Mother Xipi, I don’t believe it. You little girl can stand such an offensive! MMP, Zhang Yuan admired his thick skin.

He himself didn't know why he was serious and teasing others in front of so many people. It was reasonable and no one would think it was wrong. At most, he felt that he might have a little like Tian Jieqiong.

That's all.

"Little bastard." Tian Zhenhua stood next to Tian Jieqiong, looking at Zhang Yuan with a little bad look. Don't think I don't know what you think!

But, just as Tian Zhenhua caught up with the current momentum, he had nothing to say.

"My husband... I'll just think about it." Tian Jieqiong's little face turned completely red. Fortunately, the pavilion among the people present was not close, and only a few people noticed something strange, but she still had to pretend to be nothing, which really made her suffer.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan put a round of words at the pavilion, and then turned around and walked straight towards Pan Panda who was standing there with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Panda, please listen. Look at how good my poem "Jianqiong Fu" is compared to yours!"

Zhang Yuan changed the title of the poem without authorization, but no one knew the real name of the poem after he came out anyway.

"Please give me a gift, my son." Although Pan Panda had no expression on his face, he didn't believe it in his heart. He didn't believe that Zhang Yuan could write a poem that surpassed his peak.

Zhang Yuan laughed, turned to the pavilion, and walked forward.

step

Two steps

Three steps

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance."

After taking three steps, the first line of poetry blurted out, passing by Zhang Yuan's mouth, it was full of charm.

Zhang Yuan looked at Tian Jieqiong in the pavilion in front of him, and the smile on his face became warmer.

Three more steps.

"The spring breeze blows the dew thickly."

The second sentence is also floating into the ears of everyone present with Zhang Yuan's voice.

With just these two lines of poetry, Pan Panda's face changed behind Zhang Yuan.

Just these two lines of poetry are far beyond the one I just wrote!

With just these two lines of poetry, Tian Jieqiong's mind in the pavilion turned blank! She looked at Zhang Yuan blankly, at a loss.

With these two lines of poetry, everyone here stared at Zhang Yuan blankly, and was completely impressed!

Tian Zhenhua was stunned. As a master in the literary circle, these two lines of poetry exploded in his ears like thunder.

Wu Wei was even more exaggerated. His mouth was opened, not caring about his image at all.

At this moment, everyone knew that a classic that can be passed down through the ages was about to be born at this moment!

Everyone present dared not move, for fear of disturbing Zhang Yuan, so he stopped reading the remaining two sentences.

Zhang Yuan, regardless of the situation of the people present, still took three steps and blurted out the third line of poem.

"If it weren't for Qunyu Mountain."

Zhang Yuan is getting closer and closer to the pavilion.

Until I walked completely to the bottom of the pavilion, I was close to Tian Jieqiong!

"I will meet under the moon on the Yao platform!"

After reciting this poem, Zhang Yuan shook his wrist, and with a "swish", the folding fan in his hand opened and shook slightly. There was a confident smile on his face.

The breeze blew across the headscarf, reflecting Zhang Yuan's figure like an immortal.

Four lines of poetry, Zhang Yuan walked twelve steps, and each step was as heavy as a tremendous pound!

The last line of poem was read to Tian Jieqiong.

But everyone present heard it clearly.

What Tian Jieqiong heard was gentleness.

What others hear is artistic conception.

In this poem, it seems that a fairy who has descended from heaven and is not as good as the fireworks of the world appears in front of everyone.

The artistic conception of poetry cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Everyone savored this poem seriously in their hearts.

When you see the clouds, you will think of her gorgeous clothes, and when you see the flowers, you will think of her gorgeous appearance; the spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dewdrops moisten the flowers and colors.

Such a natural beauty is either the Piaopiao fairy seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain or the goddess shining under the moonlight in front of the Yaotai Hall.

Zhang Yuan ignored the people present and was immersed in the artistic conception of poetry. He curled the corners of Tian Jieqiong's mouth slightly and made an edit, "Zi Shan is abrupt, I hope Miss Jieqiong won't blame me."

In one sentence, everyone was pulled out of the artistic conception.

But no one spoke. Everyone looked at Zhang Yuan and Tian Jieqiong in front of the pavilion, with strange expressions in their eyes.

This kid...

How can you say it? It’s a teenager who is not romantic!

Everyone looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were full of "everyone understood".

See through but not speak through.

"No... no wonder, young master, how could he blame..." Tian Jieqiong came back to her senses, dared not look at Zhang Yuan again, staring at the floor, the sound was so low that she could not hear it.

"Cough cough." Tian Zhenhua looked at Zhang Yuan and coughed heavily in dissatisfaction, his eyes full of warning.

Don't make random ideas, boy!

Zhang Yuanquan treated him as if he hadn't seen it. He chuckled, turned around, and looked at Pan Panda, who was twelve steps away from him and asked loudly, "Mr. Panda, how are we going?"
Chapter completed!