Chapter 81 The First Session of Poetry

Month? I laughed and thought there would be anything special about this poem. It turned out to be an ordinary poem! I looked at the girls who were frowning and thinking, and couldn't help shaking my head. In his previous life, he was a good child who grew up with 300 Tang poems on his back. Even if they are full of sages, they can compare themselves with a 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization?

Thinking of this, I smiled shyly. After all, it was cheating and plagiarizing the poems of the ancients. I had to show my own shame, didn't I? Otherwise, you will look too thick-skinned. Then I picked up the brush, stained it with some ink and was ready to start. But at this moment, I suddenly remembered a very serious question - I don't seem to know how to use a brush!

Although I have also set up a brush class in college, I always tremble when I grab the brush. The word "one" I wrote was once ridiculed that I was drawing earthworms, which shows how incomprehance my brush is. After coming to this world, the old man taught me almost everything, but he didn't teach me what a woman should learn, such as reciting poems, female red skills, playing the piano and painting. I have never been exposed to it at all!

Thinking of this, the cold sweat on my forehead came down. If this is really my dog. The crawling words are taken out. No matter how good my poem is, I will be laughed to death!" Alas!" I put down the pen in my hand with a depressed face, sighed, and began to stare at the white paper.

"Why did Girl Moer write and put it down? What's the problem?" The prince of Luoguo noticed the situation here and asked with a concerned face. However, it is not surprising that he noticed me. Everyone will notice me in the feng shui treasure I found for myself. There is an idiom that is most suitable for me - stand out from the crowd! Wow, wow...

"It's okay. I decided to recite poems directly to you in a moment. When it comes to the moon, my inspiration rolls in like rough waves. It's too artistic to write it directly. Only when a good poem is read can people really understand its true meaning." I'm full of nonsense. Anyway, my aunt's writing is so ugly that I can't write even if I die. If I read it... I guess it's okay. After all, I have practiced recitation.

Unexpectedly, after listening to my words, Prince Luoguo suddenly nodded his head and said to me: "That's right. The black and white words do not reflect the intended artistic conception. If it is read aloud with rich emotions, it can make people feel more immersive. After all, what is written on the paper is just for recording. It's far away!" With that, the prince of Luoguo looked at me admiringly: "I didn't expect Miss Moer to have such a sense of poetry. It's really embarrassing."

I muttered in my heart: There are a lot of big truths in your mouth, and you make me ashamed! However, this is also good. The prince of Luoguo has spoken. Even if others have doubts, they dare not raise it. It is not my face, but the face of the prince. There should not be such two hundred and fifty, right?

I sat in a chair and looked drowsy. I yawned very indecently and stretched out.

"Wouldn't you think about it quickly, Miss Moer?" The prince looked at me curiously.

"No, I'm a girl who is quick-thinking, talented, talented, talented, and talented. Any kind of poems and songs can be easily picked up, and it doesn't bother the prince. However, I didn't sleep well last night. Today, I have to participate in such a solemn activity. I'm a little overusing my brain. For the sake of the next game, I'd better have a good sleep. Call me when it's time, okay? I looked at the prince of Luoguo with a smile on my face.

"Ha ha, since Mo'er is so confident, I won't say anything. Go to bed. I'll call you later, looking forward to your masterpiece."

After laughing at him, I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair to refresh myself. Of course, I didn't really sleep, but began to think:

The prince of Luoguo is very approachable, and he does not have that kind of aristocratic bad habit, and his temper is surprisingly good, which makes me a little unprepared. Do I really want to help the middle-aged man approach him, and even be unfavorable to him in the future? I don't think I can do it.

Oh, forget it. What's the big deal? Isn't it poison? There is still poison in this world that I can't solve? Thinking of the suffering of studying medicine in the past and the arrogant face of the old man, I also have a heroic feeling in my heart. If I have been studying medicine with the old man for so many years and have been threatened with poison by others, I should also die.

At this moment, I made up my mind that if this prince is really as good as I feel now, I will definitely be a buddy with him. Why? He is a good man and gentle. He can let me bully him!

"Miss Moer, wake up, it's time." Just as I was thinking about how to abuse and bully the prince of Luo Guo, his voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

I opened my eyes and wiped the saliva that did not exist in my mouth. I pretended to have just woken up and looked blankly at the prince who woke me up: "Ah? Is it time?"

"It's really humiliating. Sleeping in public simply doesn't pay attention to us." When the prince of Luoguo could speak, a woman's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in the originally silent hall.

Prince Luoguo's originally smiling face turned cold. He frowned and looked at the woman who was talking dissatisfiedly. Suddenly, the angry girl was so scared that she shrank her neck and lowered her head.

"I let Miss Mo'er sleep. What's your opinion?" Not to mention that his cold appearance is really a man, especially for me. I like it more, wow!

Looking at the girl who was scared and trembling slightly, I smiled extremely brightly: "I dare to sleep because I have done a good job of poetry, and I have the confidence to press you. If you don't accept it, you can sleep. No one stops you. And... Even if I sleep ugly, it's more eye-catching than you. Do you envy and hate?

The woman immediately forgot her situation after listening to my jokes and stared at me with a resentful look. It felt like she was going to cut me a thousand times. Shit, I didn't provoke her. Why did she look at me? Inhumane guy, it's the prince who scolds you. You don't hate him but me? It's unreasonable!

"Okay, since you think your lyrics are better than mine, the little girl will throw bricks to attract jade and ask the girl Mo'er for advice." With that, the girl picked up the rice paper that had just written the poem and began to recite it.

"Sit alone in the secluded place, playing the piano and roaring. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon will take pictures. The person who reads poetry is not the girl, but me. I don't know how she writes poetry, but looking at her confident appearance, I know that she must have some ability, but she has offended me. How can I let her show off her poems? Anyway, it's better to crush her directly and make her embarrassed to say it, so that no one will know how literary talent she is.

I smiled at her and said brilliantly, "Let me throw bricks to attract jade, girl, now you can read yours." As expected, the woman with a proud face just now turned white, standing there motionless, and even the paper in her hand fell back to the table.

"Why is it not enough?" I stood up from the chair, stretched out, and looked at the woman with a lazy look: "If it's not enough, I can continue." With that, I took a step forward: "A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass and invite the moon to become three people. The moon doesn't drink, and the shadows follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon, the joy of the beard and the spring. I sing and the moon wander, and I dance in a mess. When you wake up, you can communicate with each other. Huan, disperse after getting drunk. Eternal knot ruthless travel, Xiangqi Mi Yunhan.

Every time I read a sentence, I took a step forward. By the time I finished reading the song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", I had already stood in front of the woman and looked at her jokingly. How's it going? Do you want more? I have a lot more here. The little woman's brick has been thrown out. I don't know if yours is jade?

The woman shook her body and suddenly collapsed back to her chair. She looked at me with a pale face. Her lips closed, but she didn't say a word for a long time.

"It seems that you don't think about poetry, but what about others? The little girl listened attentively. I think it's almost enough to force her. Although it's something I like to do, it's really boring to bully her, a person who can no longer speak, so I let her go and turned my eyes to others: "Didn't you write it?"

"Huh! I don't believe you will write it in such a short time. You must have asked others to write it before you came. Another woman stood up in the hall and stared at me angrily: "You cheated!"

"Bold!" A voice containing anger sounded, but it was not me, but the second generation of the official surnamed Ling. He only looked at him suddenly and looked at the shouting woman angrily: "The question is ours. Don't you mean that she cheated? Isn't the three of us unjust? What are you? Do you dare to doubt us?"

It's the first time I've seen Mr. Ling change his appearance but a serious and angry face. I can't help but be shocked. Is this guy singing Peking Opera? If you say change your face, you will change your face. I grinned secretly. These children are really amazing. On the surface, they talk and laugh, but it's really terrible to get angry.

"Son Ling is angry. My sister speaks quickly. Please forgive me if there is any offending. What she means is that the topic of the moon is really common. In case Mo'er girl Bingxue cleverly guessed this question before, it is not impossible. My sister didn't mean that Mr. Ling was unfair. Just when Mr. Ling was angry, a clear voice explained, which made Mr. Ling, who was a little angry, calm down a lot.

But I'm not happy. What does it mean that I have already prepared for the question? Isn't it still said that I cheated and plagiarized? I held my head high and looked at the woman who stood up to explain the birth: "Then how can you prove that you are not plagiarized? How can you prove that you did it yourself? How do you prove that I am plagiarized? Not original?" Damn, can you explain it again? I just copied it. Do you have a trick?

"If a girl can make a similar poem, then we will be convinced!"

Is it difficult for me? The ancients on the earth like to write about the moon most. Is it rare for me to live? I smiled brightly: "I don't need you to be convinced, and that's impossible." Hearing my words, the woman raised the corners of her mouth and showed such an expression. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard me change her voice: "But you took it orally, which made me feel comfortable. What's so difficult to make another song? Listen to me!"