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"No blame, no blame, how could we blame Miss Huoyue."

Nangong Yue said with a flattering look on her face. You must know that since the day Miss Huoyue came to Zhaixinglou, she has never seen a guest alone. Even if someone offered 10,000 top-quality spiritual crystals, she could not be moved.

But today, she took the initiative to come to their box. What an honor it was. If she told them, it would be a great honor for them.

"Yes, it is an honor for us to have Miss Calling the Moon here. How can we blame the girl?" Dongfang Yubai also said with great enthusiasm.

As for the other dandies, they couldn't help but come forward to show their courtesy. Only Song Yan sat there and didn't move, because he knew that this call to the moon might come for him.

After some pleasantries, Nangong Yue and others warmly invited Huo Yue to take a seat, and ordered people to remove the banquet and replace it with a new table.

"This is a cup for you, my little lady, to all you gentlemen."

After the banquet was served, Huanyue raised his glass and said to everyone.

"Miss Huoyue, you're welcome."

"Yes, please call the moon girl"

Next, this handsome young man tried his best to please Huanyue, but the other party kept smiling and couldn't figure out what she really thought.

In order to attract the attention of the girl calling the moon, Dongfang Yubai suddenly felt something in her heart and said loudly: "Miss calling the moon, I wrote a poem before I went down, and I also asked the girl to taste it."

Suddenly, Miss Huoyue's eyes brightened and she looked at Dongfang Yubai: "Master Dongfang, please."

Under the gaze of Miss Huanyue, Dongfang Yubai felt that all the bones in his body were numb, and then he read out the spring thought.

After finishing reading, Dongfang Yubai couldn't help but ask: "What do you think, Miss Huoyue?"

Girl Calling the Moon nodded: "This poem by Mr. Dongfang is very well written. It describes a woman's longing so deeply that it is a rare and good poem."

After being praised by Moon Calling Girl, Dongfang Yubai's face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Nangong Yue and others looked at Dongfang Yubai with great envy and jealousy, and even secretly scolded this guy for being shameless. It was Song Yan who wrote the poem for him, but he used it to please Miss Huanyue.

The matter of writing the poem had been made clear in the box before, so Nangong Yue and others knew that this spring thought was written by Song Yan.

Feeling the envy and jealousy in everyone's eyes, Dongfang Yubai was proud, but at the same time he looked at Song Yan with a guilty conscience. Song Yan smiled disapprovingly at him. Anyway, he had plagiarized this poem, and Dongfang Yubai wanted to use it. , he naturally has no objection.

The girl calling the moon saw the scene of eye contact between the two.

He knew Nangong Yue Dongfang Yubai very well. How could he write such a good poem with Dongfang Yubai's level? Therefore, she had long been suspicious. When she saw the eye contact between the two, she was almost certain that this poem The poem was written by Song Yan.

Seeing that Dongfang Yubai wrote poems to please the girl calling the moon, Nangong Yue and others started writing poems eagerly. Unfortunately, their skills were limited, so they were more like limericks than poems.

"Everyone has written, Mr. Song might as well write a poem too." Miss Huanyue looked at Song Yan with a smile. For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Song Yan.

At the same time, he was still a little worried. If Song Yan wrote another good poem, wouldn't it suppress them all?

Song Yan smiled and shook his head: "If I can write poetry, I won't show off my shame."

"Young Master Song doesn't know how to write, does he look down on little girls?" A look of sadness appeared on Miss Huanyue's beautiful face, and Nangong Yue and others felt distressed when they saw it.

"Brother Song, since Miss Huanyue is looking forward to it, you might as well write one," Nangong Yue begged.

"Yes, Brother Song, please don't hide your level. It's not like we don't know." Dongfang Yubai didn't want to see Miss Huanyue sad. Even if Song Yan stole the limelight, she still wanted him to write a poem. head.

Then, several other dandies asked Song Yan to write a poem.

"In that case, I'll give it a try." Song Yan said helplessly, then lowered his head and thought about which song should be copied.

After a while, Song Yan raised his head.

"Brother Song, are you here?" Nangong Yuemue asked expectantly.

Song Yan nodded, and then sang softly:

Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return.

With just the opening chapter, everyone present felt a rush of pride, while Miss Huanyue's eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.

Song Yan continued:

Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

As soon as this sentence came out, it was written into the hearts of Nangong Yue and others. They were all playboys waiting to die. On the surface, everyone was polite to them, but in fact many people looked down on them.

But the saying that life must be full of joy made them feel that Song Yan was their confidant. If they were not afraid of breaking the atmosphere, they would all want to applaud.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

As soon as this sentence came out, the faces of Nangong Yue and others changed, showing thoughtful expressions.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Nangong Yue, Brother Yubai: I will make a toast, but don’t stop drinking.

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When the two of them heard that Song Yan had actually written their names into the poem, they both felt a rush of blood rushing from their chests, as if they were about to spurt out, but they still held it back, but their faces turned red. , all excited.

Since you can't applaud, you should drink. Nangong Yue and Dongfang Yubai both felt so heroic. They directly picked up the wine bottle and poured it into their mouths. Don't stop drinking. If you don't get drunk today, I will be sorry for Brother Song's behavior. poem.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

After Song Yan read out the next verse completely in one breath, he found that everyone present was staring at him in shock.

Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help but secretly thought: Is this too much pretense?

"Mr. Song, what is the name of this poem?" Huanyue stared at him with bright eyes and asked softly, with admiration, surprise, and a bit of shock in her eyes.

"About to enter the wine" Song Yan gently said the name of this poem.

"Brother Song, your poem has really touched my heart. Come on, let's drink from this pot." Nangong Yue handed over a pot of wine.

"Let's all join together," Song Yan said with a smile.

"it is good"

Everyone drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, then looked at each other and laughed.

Girl Huanyue suddenly said to Song Yan with longing in her eyes: "Mr. Song, I don't know how lucky I am to compose music for this poem."

"It's not what I asked for." Song Yan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Song for making it possible."

Girl Huan Yue smiled sweetly at Song Yan, then took out a guqin and started composing music for Jiang Jinjiu. She was very accomplished in music and it only took a quarter of an hour to compose the music.

Author's digression: The third update has been completed