The Old Lady is Not Cute, Super Fierce

"How? Come up right?"

Shen Mengyan raised her eyebrows, but without getting up, she picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then chanted casually: "When Mo Yan first played the jade qin, the melancholy came from Kuaiji. Under the Kefang tree in the front courtyard, when is the queen of the cherry palace?" .”

This poem was made by Shen Mengyan herself, and it was also a seven-character quatrain. The people around her nodded secretly when they heard it. The fact that she could read a poem quickly showed that this woman had a lot of ink in her belly.

However, although the poems are good, they can only be said to be evenly matched. Scholar Huai immediately smiled and said, "Is this the only way?"

The corners of Shen Mengyan's mouth turned up slightly, she glanced at him, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes: "What's the hurry?"

After all, he got up and stood with his hands behind his back, and opened his mouth again.

"Green and red rain waves compete for heights, and the clouds and clouds are amazing sitting in the bedroom. Looking at the heights with green oranges, the midwinter is not halfway between the water and clouds."

Everyone was shocked and let out a low exclamation, because this is another new poem!

This woman actually composed two poems in an instant!

The faces of Huai Scholar and Laughing Scholar also changed slightly, but they still maintained a certain level of composure, because there are still Laughing Scholar's poems under pressure, and this one is still not comparable.

It's a pity that Shen Mengyan plans to continue to show off her talents.

Shen Mengyan raised her hand, and immediately took the wine glass on the table. Su Qingqing stood up with a smile, raised the wine pot and filled it with wine, and said softly, "Miss, please."

Shen Mengyan gulped it down again, and chanted: "Can Ju drink to Xizhou, but there is nothing to complain about the loss of the pavilion. It makes me choke like tender water, stepping away from the desire to speak."

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened, and even the faces of Huai Scholar and Laughing Scholar became extremely bad, because this is the third poem, a new poem!

At this time, Shen Mengyan stretched her hand aside again, and Su Qingqing stepped forward to pour wine in a timely manner.

Seeing this scene, everyone's minds buzzed.

She doesn't want to continue writing poetry, does she?This, how is this possible?So what if it's not as good as the one that laughs at the scholar?Just the number has been crushed!

Shen Mengyan gulped it down again, and chanted: "Forcing to sit in the spring to return to the nine realms, first to open up and see the stars shifting. I know that the madman is trying the goose. The fairy osmanthus is not enough, only sinking, the sky is wide and the moon comes frost at midnight, the plains Discuss Yang Qingbo."

Everyone couldn't help looking at the laughing scholar. Sure enough, the laughing scholar's face was extremely ugly, and the hand that was placed underneath was trembling slightly at this moment.

Shen Mengyan took another sip of wine with a smile, and chanted again: "Lvlv is more friendly now, and the curtain is exposed, and the willow is depressed. The time is beautiful and bleak. The sorrow of leaving the world under the leaves is just a little bit of meaning, knowing Chunyan Willow drums and three Laos."

At this moment, everyone was speechless. The two scholars stared and opened their mouths, speechless. Everyone knew that this time the competition was the victory of this woman, and it was There is no problem with winning, and no one can find any faults.

But at this moment, Shen Mengyan has already got her head in the head, and one thought after another flashed in her mind. In the end, she smiled and chanted: "Spring (chun) love is only as thin as pear blossoms, and the pieces are urging to fall. The setting sun What is it? It's almost dusk. I don't know if there are still souls in the world.

"Silver paper, don't dream at the time, and the secret is the same heart. For Yipan, he is the man in the dream, and he asks Huatu Qingye to call Zhenzhen." Note ①

After reading it, he drank the last wine in the glass, threw a piece of silver on the table, and said to Su Qingqing: "Let's go!"

"Okay, miss."

Su Qingqing smiled and hurriedly caught up, looking at Shen Mengyan's back that kept moving forward, but narrowed her eyes, full of joy.

"Oh my god, this is too powerful!"

Finally, a cry of exclamation awakened everyone, and when they looked again, they couldn't see the two figures, and then looked at the two scholars, and saw that the faces of Huai Scholar and Laughing Scholar were red at the moment, as if they had been scalded by hot water. The two turned their heads to look at the woman together, only to see that the woman was still looking into the distance, and they were even more displeased, so they clasped their fists together and said, "Farewell!"

After saying that, the two also walked out of the restaurant angrily, and behind them, the little girl was taken aback, and then rushed out.

"You two sons, give me the money, you forgot to give me the money!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and the maid also whispered beside her: "Miss, these two gentlemen can't argue with that girl, she is really amazing."

The woman's bright eyes rolled, and she whispered: "It's really amazing. I have never heard of such a talented person who can compose so many poems in such a short period of time. Who is she?"

Who is she?

This is not only a problem of this woman, but also a problem of everyone present.

Today is destined to be a day of shock for the entire Sichuan city literary world.

Chapter 120 Six Leaving

What happened in Zuihualou was spread out little by little, and it spread faster and faster. Even the old people at the street would communicate with others and comment on this matter.

As one of the parties involved, or one of the witnesses, the woman in the restaurant has returned home at this moment, and she handed the paper in her hand to the middle-aged man who was sitting on the seat with his eyes closed, Said: "Daddy, look, how are these poems?"

This middle-aged man was somewhat majestic, and he looked like the kind of person who often gave orders. At this moment, when he heard the girl's voice, he opened his eyes and took the paper.

He looked at it and said: "You, usually go out with those people when you have nothing to do. To be honest with you, Dad, those people just know how to recite poems. In terms of real skills, there are not many of them."

His words were full of worry, and he obviously cherished his daughter very much.

"Daddy, you have said these words several times." The girl said, apparently not paying much attention to these words, and urged: "Look quickly!"

"Okay, okay, let me see, let me see what our talented Lin family wrote."

The middle-aged man said, and then carefully read the words on the paper, and commented while reading:

"It's all about flowers. Although the feelings are different, it's obviously based on flowers. Is this some kind of competition work?"

"As expected of Daddy, he is really smart. It is indeed a work of competition, but these are not made by my daughter, but by other people." The girl surnamed Lin said with a smile.

"Other people? Sure enough, your words can't be so good." The middle-aged man said, but the girl surnamed Lin pouted in dissatisfaction: "Daddy, why do you talk about your daughter like this?"

"Of course I know how many catties you have." The man continued to look down, but his eyes froze and he became focused all of a sudden.

The girl didn't speak anymore, she naturally knew what her father saw.

"Good words, good words, really good words!" The man exclaimed: "If the above poem is good, then this word is an excellent work. Who made this word? How could you still write it in your daily life?" To meet such a person!"

Listening to her father's words, the girl said with some dissatisfaction: "Why can I meet such a person?"

At such a young age, the girl also knew that today was considered extremely lucky, so she said: "some things happened today, so let's talk to daddy in detail."

Immediately, the girl told the middle-aged man what she had encountered in the restaurant. She said it concisely, but did not miss the key parts. The man was amazed when he heard it.

Especially after hearing that these poems were all written by the same person, and they appeared in just a few minutes, he even stared and asked, "Is this true?"

"of course it's true!"

The maidservant also quickly said: "Master, of course it is true. I was still with Miss at that time, and that girl was so powerful that the two young masters couldn't match up, so they had to leave in the end."

"It's amazing, it's really amazing. I originally thought that these poems were written by several people, but I didn't expect that they were all written by a woman. The most amazing thing is that she wrote one poem better than the other. It’s lore, once the word comes out, Huai Xiucai and Xiao Xiucai are useless even if they are twice as powerful, they can’t be compared.”

Speaking of this, he became a little curious again, and said to himself: "Who on earth can teach such a talented woman? If this person can be found, let her help discipline those bastards, wouldn't it be a joke? In the next few imperial examinations, I, Liangzhou Chuancheng, will be able to rank among the best? Maybe I can still win the first prize!"

The girl said: "Father, although you are in charge of this aspect, you shouldn't be so whimsical. Even if you really recruited that teacher, if the person who learns is not good, wouldn't it be useless?"

When the man heard it, he was extremely helpless: "It's a pity, why is it a woman?"

The girl rolled her eyes and said no more, but fell into memories again.

In my memory, the woman was so imposing, standing with her hands behind her back, reciting poems casually, singing a song with a cup, the talented man in Sichuan couldn't resist, so he could only run away in a hurry.

As for herself, she left gracefully in the end, without the temperament of a scholar, but with a feeling of a quack.

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly had some guesses.

Could it be that this woman is actually a disciple of a martial arts sect, and she just came here to tour the rivers and lakes?

It's just that there are disciples of the martial arts sect, will there be such talented people?

But at this time, in other places.

This incident also caused a great sensation.

Just like the Zuihualou where the incident happened.

Many scholars in Chuancheng have already come here at this moment, sitting in the building, listening to the people who were present at that time describe what happened at that time.

And the owner of the restaurant is also smart, he ordered someone to write down the poem, and then posted it aside, looking extremely proud.

Accompanied by the person who looked like a storyteller telling the story little by little, and listening to the mysterious woman recite a poem with a glass of wine, he wrote six or seven poems in a row, and everyone applauded.

For a while, many places in the city of Sichuan were extremely lively, as if it was a festival.

……

However, Shen Mengyan, who was the chief culprit, was sitting on a tree at the moment. The tree was a hundred years old, extremely strong, and even the branches were vigorous and powerful, even if several people sat on it, there would be no problem.

She just shook her feet like this, looking at Chuancheng in the distance.

"Why don't you live in the city, but come here?" Su Qingqing asked with a smile.

Shen Mengyan shook the gourd in her hand, and listening to the sound of wine shaking inside, she said, "If I pass by now, it will be a huge trouble, they will definitely surround me, and then some scholars and the like will come up to ask for advice." , and I don’t like such troublesome things the most.”

Su Qingqing listened to Shen Mengyan's words, and said with a smile: "My family thought that my younger sister likes to show off to others the most!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Shen Mengyan was almost choked by the wine she drank, she patted her chest lightly, and glared at Su Qingqing: "What do you mean I like to show my holiness in front of others? Am I this kind of person?"

Su Qingqing didn't argue with Shen Mengyan either: "Well, since my sister said so, then it shouldn't be."

"Actually, I think it's a good thing to be regarded as a master, but...forget about reciting poetry, it's really troublesome." Shen Mengyan said: "Look, this martial arts competition, you can know it with just one fight, and you can do it at will. In short, it is really troublesome to think about how to compose a poem when reciting poems correctly.”

Seeing Shen Mengyan's distaste for the trouble of writing poetry, Su Qingqing laughed out loud, very happy.

Shen Mengyan asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

"Naturally, I'm laughing at my sister's attitude. If someone who doesn't know you hears what you said just now, they will definitely think that you are an ordinary girl from the Jianghu. They would never think that you were born in Fengjing."

As Su Qingqing said, she jumped down and landed on the ground.

She stretched her body, and under the shining of the setting sun, her whole body was illuminated with golden light, which actually gave her a sacred feeling.

Shen Mengyan shook her head and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"It's time to leave. It is also a happy thing to have my sister to accompany me on this journey, but my family also has some things to deal with, so I plan to go on the road again."

Shen Mengyan was stunned when she heard the words and looked at the other party's smiling face.

She disliked the vixen following her all the time, but she still felt quite comfortable following her, and originally thought that the vixen would follow her all the way to Fengjing, but she didn't expect that she would leave.

Inexplicably, she actually found that she felt a little bit reluctant in her heart.

Sensing the change in her heart, Shen Mengyan smiled: "Since you are going to leave, then pay attention to safety, don't capsize the boat in the gutter."

"Sister is real, she doesn't say nice things even if she cares about people." Su Qingqing smiled, waved her hand, and walked towards the distance without looking back.

Soon, she disappeared into the dense forest in the mountains without a trace.

"Really, I didn't hesitate at all when I left."

Shen Mengyan muttered for a while, and then she just lay down on the branch, but when she lay down, she saw a human face in front of her eyes.

With a delicate face, eyes narrowed like crescent moons, and that faint fragrance, who else is it but Su Qingqing?

Before Shen Mengyan could turn her head around, she felt something pecked her mouth. When she realized it, Su Qingqing smiled and fell down again, fleeing far away.