[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

Everyone here thought they were really asking them, and many people were thinking hard.And the next moment.Another woman's voice picked up early.

"What's so difficult about this?" The voice was clear and arrogant.Yun Yi and Qu Nishang walked out slowly. Yun Yi was dressed in men's clothing, which was very similar to Yun Yuan, and had a free and easy air.

"Qu Nishang!" But more people looked at the woman behind her who asked the question, and some scholars who were unstable even let out a low voice, and then quickly covered their mouths.

Mo Tiangong laughed lowly when he heard this, and raised his glass to Yun Yuan again.He knew that what he said casually that day had become true.Their meeting was actually composed into a song by this little guy.It's also an elegant thing.

However, if Yun Yuan is a woman, is this what she looks like?Mo Tiangong glanced at Yun Yi, then looked away again.The faces are similar, but the temperament, which is inexplicable, is too different.

Yunyi is the most famous actress in Fengyuelou, as usual, she wants to add to the fun of the poetry meeting, but she has no inspiration, so she asks Yunyuan.Yun Yuan was too lazy to think about it, so he took out this song and gave some pointers.

"The wind is the slanting of thousands of poles in three autumns, the flowers are no one's self-appreciation, the snow is ice, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and it is hard to tell parting..." The melody of the song is not very beautiful. It can't compare with Yangchun Baixue, but it is catchy and the tune is cheerful and harmonious.And that paragraph of lyrics is the focus of this song.

A gust of wind carried the white snow, and with the clear and cool fragrance of flowers, the room suddenly darkened, and a bright moon rose out of nowhere.The scope of the vision is not wide, and there is no thunder disaster.But as an opening performance, it is enough.

The four felt the deepest, and the vision surrounded them, and the rest of the listeners were also more or less touched.Those four people were Yun Yuan and Qu Nishang who sang and accompanied, and Yun Yuan and Mo Tiangong who had personally experienced this incident.

None of the people here are stupid, and they immediately figured out the cause and effect, and their eyes were a little astonished.

Who would have thought that Mo Tiangong and Yun Yuan knew each other from the very beginning, and even had such a fate?Today's good story will definitely make them famous.

"Brother Yuanyuan." Mo Tiangong toasted for the third time, he threw away his uncivilized attire, and wore a dark blue robe with wide sleeves to complement his chic movements, which was extremely coquettish.Even with the most typical literati clothes, this man has his own style.

Yun Yuan drank it all in one gulp, which was considered to be his kindness.The faces of the scholars who had grown a bit more civilized looked happy, and then some of them turned ugly.Having received Yun Yuan's favor, he couldn't make things too difficult for him.

Even immortals and demons exist in the world, which is about cause and effect.Confucian rituals are also restraining them.

And Yun Yi and Qu Nishang on the high platform were even more excited!Although I had thought about it long ago, the vision was still beyond expectations.If it wasn't for the fact that the song wasn't finished, they would have come down to thank Yun Yuan.Not everyone is like Yun Yuan, who is robbed like eating and drinking.

"Brother Yuan..." When the opening ended, it was time for the Wen Hui to really begin.Ye Gucheng spoke at this moment, he called Yun Yuan, and raised his wine glass in the surprised eyes of everyone.

This man is really precious.Even Yun Yuan, who shamelessly thought he was the most handsome in the world, couldn't help admiring him.

The cup he used was taken out of his universe bag, the whole body was carved from dark green jade, and the decoration looked extremely natural, deep yet transparent.This seems to be legendary, grape wine, luminous cup?Moreover, this cup is in the style of a noble cup, and it is not something that ordinary nobles dare to use.

The wine they drank was not wine, but Yun Yuan felt that this man did not do this to show off his status, but simply liked this cup, so he carried this cup with him.

He stared at the cold and handsome face of the other party, rarely puzzled.

They shouldn't be familiar with each other, right?Thinking like this, I returned a glass of wine.Before the literary meeting started, I had already drunk four cups. This is the rhythm of getting drunk!

The examiners first talked about the basic questions in the township examination, drawing out many allusions.It's really tasteless.

Yun Yuan didn't say a word, didn't move his chopsticks, and calmly drank the wine by himself, with nothing but the wine glass in his clear eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be the thing in the cup." Ye Gucheng's voice came from the side, and Yun Yuan turned his eyes naturally.The man straightened his back, clasped his hands naturally, and the wide sleeves on his body looked deep and peaceful.At this time, he turned his head to the side, staring back at Yun Yuan with dark eyes, and ignored the discussion at the literary meeting.

He didn't want to come, as a literati, maybe he couldn't help himself, but he didn't have this trouble in Yegu City.He just knew that Yun Yuan, the top name, would not be absent, so he followed his heart to attend.

"Wouldn't it be nice for the thing in the cup to be silent and lonely?" The corner of the young man's mouth seemed to be mocking the students sitting down. This kind of theory is certainly valuable, but it's all other people's things, and Yun Yuan couldn't get interested.Besides, among the people here, how many people really want to attend the class?

Don't say that adding up a little makes a lot, and gather the strengths of a hundred schools of thought.Learning in such a messy manner will eventually lead to nothing.After juren, there is a battle for the holy way. Those who have not yet figured out their own way are really ridiculous.They are not themselves, have not been studied and translated all the simple and understandable doctrines, so there should be no distractions at all.

"Lonely, it's good." Ye Gucheng's eyes darkened a bit, he held the wine glass in his right hand, drank it in one gulp, and moved his hands and feet, uncharacteristically, extremely romantic.Such a taciturn man, would he show such a state?

Solitude is good.But after being lonely for a long time, when I first saw the beauty that is hard to find in the world, I would probably go crazy.Yun Yuan didn't know Ye Gucheng's thoughts, so he was happy to drink and drink by himself.

"They drink so vigorously." The three people sitting in front of the audience - Yun Yuan, Mo Tiangong, Ye Gucheng, are the top priority of the Wenhui. Until now, none of these three people have spoken. , Drinking alone, it is really embarrassing.

Yun Yuan drank wantonly and freely, Ye Gucheng drank calmly and condensedly, Mo Tiangong drank unrestrainedly, each had his own strength of character, but he didn't take everyone... in his eyes.

Originally, the literati were also happy to have invited the seven sons of the Seven Kingdoms. After all, the literary meeting with the seven sons will surely become famous.I didn't expect the two of them to behave like this.

"How can this be?" A scholar whispered, very dissatisfied.Mo Tiangong was closer to him, and he didn't even give him a look when he heard this.These people don't even think about it, what qualifications do they have to be dissatisfied?

On the contrary, the county magistrate could clearly see that these two people came here for Yun Yuan, otherwise, the small place of Daliang would not move Seventh Son's face.

"Since that's the case, why don't you come to persuade the bar this time? No rhyme, no flat, no word limit, and no need to write an article. Just when the interest comes." Next, the county magistrate should have talked about the test questions. Poetry, but temporarily changed his mind.If the three of them don't speak again, this article will be meaningless.He relaxed the request so much, but also for everyone to let go.

The examiner beside him frowned, but did not object in the end.

This essay meeting is actually for the sake of combining scholars, and there will be a support in the later literary academy.Fame is a side effect.But this tradition has continued to the present, and more and more people can't tell the priority.

"Yun Yuan, what do you think?" The upright county magistrate looked at Yun Yuan, and Yun Yuan put down his wine glass very face-saving, and looked directly at him.If someone respects me a foot, why not give him back a foot?

"Naturally." He agreed, slightly restrained his lazy posture, and sat upright.He knew that he was rude before, but seeing the hypocrisy of such a literati, he felt inexplicably funny.

They are just quasi-talented talents.How long is the path, and how long is life!He has no entanglement with these people, and he has been confronted by all kinds of discourses. Is the human race really the prosperous world on the surface?It's boring, it's really boring.

Those two, I don't know what they were thinking, and he didn't want to find out.

"Chen Meijiu tonight, don't say goodbye when you're full." The county magistrate's words were bold and casual, and it was a good start.

Persuading them to drink... Many talented scholars first made a bitter face, and then began to think about it.

They have written a lot of poems and typed their manuscripts, but they didn't expect that today's essays would be such a rare topic.

"Targeting in the dark, while drinking the fine wine." Mo Tiangong had already drank a lot of wine, and his wheat-colored face was faintly drunk.Her unruly appearance became more and more unrestrained, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of romantic and freehand brushwork.Such a man, such a prodigal son, who can restrain him?

What he said was sharp and arrogant, but he still had great talent, and the words he spit out casually, after careful consideration, could match the words of the county magistrate.It made many people here look ugly.Is this guy really drunk?Yun Yuan looked at his inadvertently clear eyes, and covered the flickering smile at the corner of his mouth with his wine glass.

The trick of pretending to be drunk is really useful.

"Wine dissipates the disabled and wakes up from dreams, and wipes away the world of mortals." It was clearly a persuasive word, but when it came out of Yegucheng's mouth, it was so bitter that people couldn't swallow the wine.Yun Yuan was not affected, but instead offered him a toast.Yegu City also paid back with respect.

Perhaps it was because the three of them had said a line of poetry before, instead of composing one.The quasi-scholars gradually let go and wanted to say what they wanted to say.Even if he speaks badly, he can gain a reputation of being open-minded and willful.After all, the seven sons have spoken, and although this article will not be published in world-renowned newspapers like "Baijiabao", some lesser newspapers will also mention this elegant event.

These are all literary names.Yun Yuan doesn't need to care, but how can they, who are struggling at the end of the literati, not care?

"There is Qingge in the wine, and Qingge laughs heartbroken." An elegantly dressed man read out a poem, which made the examiners nod their heads.Although this poem is random, it is interesting to think about it, and it obviously has a story.This poem is similar to the sentence of Ye Gucheng, but it lacks a sense of detachment.

"I heard that during the local examination, Mr. Yun shocked the semi-sages, and even got a compliment. I admire your literary name, and I only hope that you can write a poem, okay?" The elegant man has a handsome face, and his words are polite, but let Yun Yuan stopped drinking.

Wen can compose poetry, each according to his own wishes, this man is polite on the surface, but the sharpness hidden in his words is what Yun Yuan hates the most.Therefore, those face-slapping texts did not appear out of thin air. There are always such people who come to your door to slap your face in the world.

With a smile in his eyes, Yun Yuan looked at the man quietly for a while, and when he was about to say something with a stiff face, the young man's voice was hoarse from drinking too much wine.

"I don't want to know who you are." This sentence made the man's face ugly, and he was planning to declare his family name to make a name for himself.

"You heard the words of the semi-saint, you want to be very close to my examination room?"

"Unfortunately, I left early, I don't remember." Yun Yuan stopped his plan to explain again, and he even heard Mo Tiangong's unrepressed laughter.This man ranked second in the provincial examination, but Yun Yuan said he had no impression!This is the most embarrassing thing, right?

"You..." Ye Gucheng frowned, and glanced at the elegantly dressed man.Ye Gucheng's eyes have always been cold to the bone, in fact few people dare to look at him now.And those eyes implied dissatisfaction at this time, which was even more compelling.

Forcing Yun Yuan to write a poem is forcing him to die.

"Perhaps you don't know my oath." Yun Yuan's thin lips opened and closed, his voice was so low that only Ye Gucheng beside him could hear it.

Hearing the words, Ye Gucheng calmed down his expression slightly, smoothed the folds of his clothes, moved away the eyes that made the other party sweat, and ignored that clown.

In this world, he is alone, not because of his high vision.

Rather, there are too many people who are unclear.

The author has something to say: I wrote the previous verses by myself. Although I wrote them carefully, they seem to be of low level. Let’s just laugh it off~ Correct your mistakes.