Chapter 23: Laughing at the sky and going out

Everyone looked at Huo Yun curiously and waited for his performance. Some of them had seen the poems made by Huo Yun in Feng Accord, but because Huo Yun's previous reputation was too bad, they also had deep doubts about Huo Yun.

At this time, Huo Yuan looked at Huo Yun anxiously and saw his caring eyes. Huo Yun couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Although Huo Yuan is an idle person, at least he has his strengths, which is much better than those seemingly modest gentlemen but actually mean villains.

Facing everyone's waiting, Huo Yun kept searching for the poems he had learned before in his mind. At this time, he knew little about the book when it was used!

You must not drop the chain at this critical moment, and you must come up with it.

It was quiet around. From time to time, you could hear the sound of birds. Occasionally, a breeze blew over, driving everyone's flying hair. Princess Gai looked at the sandalwood that was about to burn out, gently stroked the hair blown by the wind, and opened it slightly like a cherry-like little mouth. "Mr. Huo Yun's time is approaching. I don't know if it has been made."

Huo Yun caught a glimpse of Princess Gai's rippling eyes, couldn't help but be stunned, and then replied, "I have made a song that I hope the princess will correct it."

"Oh," Princess Gai thought suspiciously, but she didn't expect that he really made it, but she didn't know what the poem was made.

Everyone whispered, and Shangguan Tian squinted. Looking at you this time, can you really take out those previous poems?

Huo Yun's eyes glanced at the crowd and read aloud.

The green pine shoots are 9,000 feet high.

The two sides of the road are sad and gloomy.

It's a pity at the end of the mountains and forests.

The west wind is roaring, and the night is bleak.

This meaning is similar, sighing and sighing.

Quietness, the tranquility around, everyone looked at Huo Yun strangely, as if a monster that had never been seen before suddenly emerged from the deep forest.

Huo Yun was looked at by them and his scalp was numb, and all his cold hair suddenly stood up. Of course, he knew why he looked at himself with such strange eyes. It was because of the meaning of this poem. This poem was quite hopeful and sighing, and compared it to his nobleness and other aspects in front of them. No wonder they look at themselves with such strange eyes.

If I couldn't think of any good poem, I would never use this poem.

Princess Xu Jiugai recalled from the poem and couldn't help laughing softly, "Mr. Huo Yun is now in a prosperous and prosperous year. How can there be such a saying?"

"It's just a work, why should the princess take it seriously?" Huo Yun arched his hand and smiled.

"Huo Yun is really an easygoing person," Princess Gai said meaningfully.

Seeing Huo Yun make it again, Shangguan Tian's face suddenly darkened. At this time, he didn't have to think that Huo Yun's talent was much higher than himself. He thought that his usual forbearance was now, but he suddenly broke out to surpass himself, which gave him a strong sense of gap.

I wanted to take this opportunity to hit Huo Yun well, but I didn't expect to help him become famous. Thinking that his face suddenly became cold, a conspiracy suddenly formed in his mind.

Huo Yun felt a cool breeze blowing, and couldn't help touching his nose and sitting down.

Princess Gai's beautiful eyes, looked at the people and squeezed their mouths and said, "Let's do calligraphy now. I don't know who will do it first this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of little Si coming with the four treasures of the study. At this time, because there was no paper, he replaced it with bamboo slips or cloth.

Xiao Si spread the cloth flat on a wide desktop, leaving the pen and ink slowly retreating.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the table. Huo Yun said to Huo Yuan, "Let's go too."

Huo Yuan didn't seem to have come out of the shock just now. It was not until Huo Yun patted him on the shoulder that he recovered. He looked at Huo Yun and couldn't help laughing, "Brother Yun, you have hurt me so much. I'm still hiding such talent. If it weren't for today, I'm afraid I wouldn't know it."

"What kind of bullshit talent, those are all useless things, and happiness is the most important thing," Huo Yun squeaked his lips.

"That's the same." Huo Yuan didn't seem to be unhappy because Huo Yun cheated him. After thinking about it, he said, "Okay, let's go and have a look. It's not good for everyone to go and we don't go."

Seeing Huo Yun coming, everyone did not dare to despise him. They were all understanding people. Naturally, they knew that Huo Yun's poems represented his high attainments for the poems.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Huo Yun couldn't help touching his nose and secretly thought, "It seems that there is still something famous. I just made a song, and the way others look at me is different. This ancient and modern are really the same power."

From time to time, a woman cast a curious look at him and directly chose to ignore these Huo Yun. At first, she didn't look at herself but now. Isn't it obvious that she looked down on herself in the past?

Huo Yun watched everyone dancing on the cloth, and some people simply wrote down the poems they wanted.

"Sir Yun, why don't you write a stroke" sounded like the sweet sound of a warbler coming out of the valley.

Huo Yun turned his head and saw a young girl smiling at him with a pen and ink on his right. He saw a pair of green eyebrows, with a little charm in purity. Under the small and firm nose was a slightly open red lip, and a faint pink like the mature cherry made people couldn't help but bite. The impulse, as soft as a boneless body, the slender waist and limbs exude a charming and touching atmosphere, and the snow-white skin is even more shining under the black hair like a waterfall.

The whole person gives people a sense of naturalness, secretly contempt that this person is only in heaven, and there are several times in the mortal world.

Of course, everyone heard this voice and looked at it. They were very curious to see how talented the usual " playboy" was in this regard. Even the elegant princess Gai, who sat on it, couldn't help glancing over.

When Rong saw Huo Yun staring at him, he couldn't help blushing: "How could he keep staring at people like this? This man is really thick-skinned." Thinking of this, he couldn't help coughing softly.

Huo Yun couldn't help but turn his eyes awkwardly and said with a gloomy smile, "The girl is as beautiful as a fairy. She is simply a shy flower with the closed moon, sinking fish and falling geese. I can't help but be obsessed for a moment. Don't blame her."

Cong suddenly looked at him in surprise and kept thinking about those idioms in his heart.

Not long, Rong smiled and said, "You are a good talent. Why don't you write a few strokes?" and looked at Huo Yun.

Huo Yun couldn't help crying in his heart. He didn't even know how to lift a brush before. How could he be a brush? This time, it was difficult for him to beat him. Seeing the eyes cast by everyone, Huo Yun had to take over the brush.

"Wang"!

Everyone looked at him and saw that he suddenly wrote on the cloth, but this way of writing was a way of holding a pen that they had never seen before. Of course, they didn't know that Huo Yun actually didn't know the brush at all and used it as a pen.

"Shh!"

Huo Yun blew the pen and ink with satisfaction, nodded **, laughed and turned around and left the crowd.

Seeing Huo Yun leaving the poetry club like this, everyone ignored it and carefully watched his writing.

I can only see that it is not on it, written by dragons flying and phoenix dancing.

Looking up to the sky and laughing out, I'm not a Penghao.

Looking at the flying pen and ink, everyone couldn't help looking at each other...