The passerby who doesn't have a word in the book

Chapter 63 63

Xiang Jieyuan's "Peony" attracted a lot of applause, and the expressions of the people below Xie Fanghan were very complacent, looking proud.

Probably helped to "polish" it together.

Xie Fanghan withdrew his gaze, instead of looking at Xiang Jieyuan, he turned his head to look at Yan Yutang.

Yan Yutang:?

Yan Yujia:!

Yan Yujia's eyes lit up a lot, and she was quite curious about what kind of "dry goods" Xie Fanghan could come up with.

"Jingu Smokeless Palace has green trees, tender and cold for fear of the spring breeze. Boshan is slightly warm and smoked. In the spring scenery of the small building, in the sound of the dreamy rain."

After Xie Fanghan went to the que, his ears were filled with muffled discussions.

After Xiang Jieyuan heard the last two sentences, his ruddy face gradually turned pale.

Xie Fanghan didn't bother to care about them, smiled at Yan Yutang, and continued to sing the second half.

"When will the Biepu carp arrive, and the brocade book is full of hatred. Begonia flowers will meet last year. You should also lose weight as you go, and look for the red with tears."

Xie Fanghan saw Yan Yutang on the stage blushing after she finished reading the poem, but in order to look like a princess, it was difficult to cover it up, so he had to lower his eyes slightly to avoid her gaze.

Boom!

Xie Fanghan heard her heart beating heavily, her eyes were eager, and she didn't consider whether it would burn anyone, so she dropped all of them on the people on the stage.

Seeing Yan Yutang's expression today, it's not in vain that she searched her brains to choose such a poem.

Begonia flowers meet last year.

Xie Fanghan smiled even more, she still remembered that the first time she and she met was under the crabapple tree.

There were a lot more voices discussing in the audience.

Although many people were arranged by the three princesses in advance, this did not affect their discussion of this poem.

Xiang Jieyuan's face was pale, and even the color on his lips faded away. He gritted his teeth and slightly bent over to Xie Fanghan, saying: "This round, Xiaosheng admits defeat."

When Xie Fanghan read the sentence "In the spring scenery of the small building, in the sound of the rain in the dream.", he knew he had lost.

Although Xiang Jieyuan conceded defeat, there were still many people in the crowd who wanted to struggle.

"General Xie's song is a bit off topic."

The speaker didn't show up, Xie Fanghan didn't mind, even if she didn't notice, there were hidden guards in the arena.

As soon as these words came out, although they didn't cause too much trouble, they still got a few sparse responses.

Xie Fanghan raised his finger to the few crabapple trees he had planted randomly in the garden to add color, "The crabapple trees are still there, why do you say I digress?"

The flowering period of the crabapple has not yet passed. Although it is not the most beautiful time to bloom, the red color cannot be ignored.

There was no sound from the field for a long time.

Xie Fanghan is right. The plum garden is indeed the place where peonies bloom the best, but there is no rule that you must write about peonies.

On the contrary, they preconceived that Xie Fanghan would definitely write the best one.

Putting the two "Peonies" together, you can see whether you are high or low.Even if you accidentally lose, there are always other reasons to change the subject.

Unexpectedly, Xie Fanghan played his cards so unreasonably, not to mention the begonia as a foil, but he wrote it so beautifully and stunningly.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The people present were still discussing the antithesis and the use of words in this poem, but Yan Yujia already understood the deep meaning of Xie Fanghanxuan's poem.

The children of the aristocratic family seated at the front noticed Yan Yutang's abnormality. You looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't know what happened.

"what!"

There was a sudden commotion in the field, and the words "name, Haitang" began to be heard in the discussion of the crowd.

Wei Nanyan curled the corners of his mouth, hiding his achievements and fame.

Seeing the "melon-eating crowd" getting more and more emotional, Xie Fanghan not only did not keep a low profile, but admitted generously: "There are thousands of flowers and trees in the world, and I especially like crabapple."

boom!

Plum Garden "fried".

Whether it is modern or ancient, gossip is a topic that will never go out of fashion.

Xie Fanghan's bold "confession" made many girls blush, and the boys who regarded themselves as noble were dissatisfied, but Xie Fanghan was a "general", and he couldn't use the words and deeds of a "scholar" to restrain him.

Yan Yutang originally only felt that her face was burning, but when Xie Fanghan finished speaking, she felt as if she was being put on fire, and her whole body was scalding.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, the third princess suddenly said, "Be quiet."

The cold words turned into a basin of invisible cold water, pouring chills on the originally hot situation.

The third princess looked around blankly, looked at the people present and said indifferently: "Go on."

After this carnival that came to an abrupt end, the scene was quiet and somewhat awkward for a while, and the people off the field exchanged glances cryptically. This time was obviously not a good opportunity to "get ahead".

The man was obviously very unwilling, he got up and quickly said, "Since this place is called Meiyuan, then the two of you should use plum as the topic" and immediately sat back down.

Is this a problem with "Mei"?

Xie Fanghan didn't understand why they were so obsessed with the word "Mei". Anyway, they all wrote it out of brainstorming. Is there any difference in the title of "Mei"?

Xiang Jieyuan seemed to be counting the time in his heart, and when it was time for half a cup of tea, he fisted at her, braced himself, and said with a stiff mouth: "Xiaosheng is ready."

Xie Fanghan raised his hand very generously: "Please, Xiang Jieyuan."

Xiang Jieyuan took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said slowly: "Hua Shuang looks forward to the spring snow, and the north wind supports the winter plums. The long river and the stars and moons should be the age of the world."

Xie Fanghan's eyes showed surprise.

These five unique words are in place, and the artistic conception of the poem is also quite high, which must have been carefully considered.

But this kind of state of mind is not like what these proud "children" in the field can have.

Xie Fanghan looked at Xiang Jieyuan with suspicion in his eyes, and wondered if this Xie Yuan, who seemed a little impetuous, still hid his inner world quite deeply?

Xiang Jieyuan turned his eyes away and did not look at Xie Fanghan, his face was still pale.

Yan Yujia's thoughts are similar to Xie Fanghan's. The artistic conception of this poem is quite a bit back to basics, how could these older children write it.

She subconsciously looked at Yan Yutang, but saw that she looked very... calm, as if she knew something.

Yan Yujia couldn't bear her curiosity, and moved towards her with herself and the chair as if nothing had happened.

"Yutang."

When there is no one, they are more used to addressing each other by their first names.

Yan Yutang turned her head slightly and gave her a questioning look.

Yan Yujia was jealous of the three princesses, and said shortly, "Do you know what happened to the poem just now?"

Yan Yutang nodded calmly, and replied in a low voice: "Liu Ge's old poems in Wenshu Monastery are famous for his poems, and he is best at five unique characters."

Yan Yujia suddenly realized that the other party not only cheated this time, but also asked the teacher to revise the answer in advance.

Xie Fanghan did not directly give the "answer" this time. The "plum blossom" in Wujueli has almost no sense of existence, but from the perspective of the whole poem, counting plum blossoms is the most appropriate among hundreds of flowers.

Although the meaning of the whole poem is to describe the scenery, it also implicitly refers to her plum blossom who can't wait for the "spring breeze".

I'm afraid I can't win if I take out the poems with "plum" alone.

Xie Fanghan lowered her head and began to search her knowledge base. She thanked herself as a liberal arts student, and she read a lot more ancient poems than ordinary peers.

The voices of discussion in the field reappeared, and many people secretly smiled maliciously at Xie Fanghan, obviously waiting for her to admit defeat.

But Xie Fanghan was destined not to follow their wishes.

"I'm done." Although she looked at Xiang Jieyuan, she spoke to the audience.

Xiang Jieyuan lowered his head and pursed his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "Please, General."

"Mei Xue contends for the spring but refuses to come down, and the saucy people put aside the writing fee to comment.

Xie Fanghan avoided the opponent's frontal attack, instead of choosing to fight back, he raised his spiritual level by several layers.

"Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum." Xiang Jieyuan repeated in a murmur, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He thought that he would be able to win the game by using a trump card, but he never thought that Xie Fanghan's words would directly "kill" him, and he lost the power to resist.

Xie Fanghan has such a heart, how can he compare with others?

The discussion in the audience gradually became louder. Some said that Xiang Jieyuan was good, and some said that Xie Fanghan's song was good. At first, people from both parties just beeped softly, but as time went by, their voices became louder and louder.

Xiang Jieyuan's poem can be regarded as "Precise Strike", Chunxue and Dongmei will die in one lifetime.

In comparison, Xie Fanghan can be said to be more open-minded and more restrained.

Xie Fanghan looked at the two parties who were still arguing, and suddenly coughed heavily.

The conversation was interrupted, and the eyes of the field fell on the person who made the sound.

Xie Fanghan said with a natural expression: "I also made a second song, you might as well listen to it."

Someone below wanted to speak, but Xie Fanghan didn't give him this chance.

"The rules don't say you can only write one song."

The person who was going to speak out showed embarrassment, but did not argue anymore.

Xie Fanghan brushed off his sleeves, and said, "If you have plums but no snow, you will not be spiritual. If you have snow, you will not be poetic. It is snowy all day long, and it is very spring with plums."

"it is good!"

Li Zhe immediately slapped the table and shouted, "Yizhi's second best!"

As soon as Xie Fanghan's second song came out, the Xie Yuan lineage that was still clamoring immediately stopped.

No matter how good Xiang Jieyuan's "Spring Snow" is, it can't compare to Xie Fanghan's spring with plums, snow and poems.

Xiang Jieyuan looked at Xie Fanghan, sighed, his slightly thin body was no longer tense, his face was flushed again, and his tone was quite sad: "I lost, and I was convinced that I lost."

It's only two rounds over?

Xie Fanghan felt a little guilty in his heart.

Xiang Jieyuan made a big gift to Xie Fanghan, his eyes were full of admiration, "Originally...we had prepared a few other songs, but now it's self-defeating to bring them out like this. General Xie's literary talents are outstanding. go down in history."

Xie Fanghan also gave him a high look when he said it implicitly, originally he thought he was a shooter, but after finishing his speech just now, Xie Fanghan also showed a bit of arrogance.

Pity.

"Xie has no intention of leaving his name in history. What he wants in this life is to live without worries and begonias always bloom."

After hearing this, Xiang Jieyuan didn't say much anymore, he bowed respectfully to the three people on the main seat, and left without caring about the people above.

The third princess's face was a little ugly, and when she looked at Xie Fanghan, her face was even more frosty.

"As expected of Fifth Sister's son-in-law." She looked at Yan Yutang beside her, narrowing her eyes slightly: "General Xie's amazing talent, it's a pity to be buried in the army."

Yan Yutang was not held back by her words, "There are so many things a son-in-law can do, is it possible that he can do everything? If everyone did this, wouldn't the world be in chaos, what does Huang Jie think?"

The third princess sneered, did not respond, got up and left the scene.

The people who saved the game left, and the rest didn't stay any longer, and got up to say goodbye.

A good "orientation meeting" turned into such an anticlimactic end.

Yan Yujia, the protagonist, was happy to eat melons. The group returned to the palace, and just stepped into the gate of Tangyuan when the news of the secret guard arrived.

Just as they were going to the Plum Garden for an appointment, several secret guard strongholds in Xijing were attacked at the same time. According to reports, they were looking for someone...