The little girl hides her secrets

Chapter 98 98. Poetry Club
Tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep all night, the aches all over his body and the backlog of his spirit made Yun Yao successfully transform from a human into a Loulan mummy.

I saw Loulan's mummy standing sluggishly, letting Lily play with it at will, and dressed her in decent clothes.

Lily said worriedly: "Miss, I think you should stay in bed and rest."

The mummy Yun Yao shook her head slightly, and moved out in a daze, but Lily couldn't resist her, so she hurried forward to support her.

Yun Yao lowered his head wearily, letting Lily lead her away.

As he walked, a pair of black brocade boots appeared in front of him.

Yun Yao raised his head slowly, and looked at Dou Yantang's yin and yang eyes that were three parts sneer and seven parts cold.

A gleam flashed in Yun Yao's eyes, and he thought, could it be that Dou Yantang's conscience found out that he was willing to punish her husband?
Unexpectedly, he just handed Yun Yao a small porcelain bottle, and left in stride.

This small porcelain vase Yun Yao knew, was exactly the same as the one Dou Yantang gave her on Jiji Li.

Yun Yao squeezed the porcelain bottle tightly, remained silent for a while, opened it anyway, and poured it into his mouth in one go.

If you don't eat it, you might lose your mind.

There is a Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which used to be the place where Yun Xiang and Yun Huan invited private schools to enlighten them. After it was left idle, it was refurbished by Yun Xiang and became a place for poetry and piano gatherings.

The layout of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is neat, with a long corridor in the middle, and the left and right sides are women's and men's places respectively. Both sides are divided into small compartments by screens, and the side close to the long corridor is only covered by a light tulle curtain.

The architectural style is not too gorgeous, and it can even be said to be poetic.

Yun Yao was eager to save people, when he came here there were not many people in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, as the host, Yun Xiang must have been the first one to arrive.

When she saw Yun Yao, she couldn't help being a little stunned.

I saw Yun Yao, who looked like a dead man yesterday, but now he was full of energy and peerless. If he didn't know it, he thought Yun Yao had learned some kind of demon technique.

Seeing Yunyao, Liang Yanfei lifted the veil, walked out from the cubicle, took Yunyao's arm and said, "Ayao, please sit in the room next to me."

"Well," Yun Yao was not interested, and was taken away by Liang Yanfei.

Yun Xiang gritted her teeth secretly, and sat on the other side of Liang Yanfei.

She can't be impatient, and when everyone sees her poems, they will naturally be willing to make friends with her.

Yun Yao was fidgeting, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, hoping that the poetry meeting could start soon.

Every minute and every second that cannot save Xianggong is suffering for her.

At the hour of the hour, the poetry meeting finally started.

The boy prepared paper and pens for everyone in an orderly manner, and the ink was well ground, which was more appropriate.

Yun Yao took the paper and said, "Can you give me more paper, the more the better."

The little servant was stunned when he heard this, and in this quiet Xiaoxiang Pavilion, countless gazes were cast around him.

Probably because the drug was too much, Yun Yao could clearly hear what the people around him were saying.

"What does Miss Yun Er want so much paper for?"

"I don't know, maybe I thought I could write poetry by splashing ink."

"Just kidding, I'm afraid Pomo doesn't have this speed"

Yun Yao ignored other people's reactions and insisted on asking for a lot of paper, and almost gave her the rest of the paper. After a little comparison, it was about as thick as a Chinese dictionary.

Liang Guzhi, who was on the opposite side, took a look at Yun Yao, and felt that her eyes were extremely clear and firm, and she didn't look like someone who did something stupid.

Seeing Yunyao start to write, Liang Guzhi withdrew his gaze, staring at the girl is not a gentleman's behavior.

Speaking of which, Yun Yao, who was writing crazily now, also felt uncomfortable in her heart. In her heart, she sincerely apologized to the great poets and prayed that they would forgive her rude behavior.

She is really desperate, and she doesn't know whether the people around her understand poetry or not. She just wants to write the poems in her mind as much as possible to ensure that she will win the first place.

She wants to save her husband.

She wrote quickly, and the unique crisp sound of the paper attracted Liang Guzhi's idea again.

He raised his head slightly, and saw Yun Yao laying aside the written papers one by one, because the ink was not dry, so she could only lay them out, but after a stick of incense, her compartment could no longer be opened.

A gust of cool wind blew, and Yun Yao's papers were gently blown away, and one of them fell to Liang Guzhi's side.

He picked up the paper, as if he was ugly by the words on it, and he couldn't take his eyes away after reading it again.

I'm afraid he has no need to write poetry.

So, while others were still working hard to write poems, he came out of the cubicle with this piece of paper in his hand.

Yun Xiang praised softly: "Mr. Liang is really talented, and he can compose poems so quickly."

"Miss Yun is too famous, this is not my poem." Liang Guzhi said gently, "It belongs to Miss Yun."

Yun Yao was still in rapid mass production, when she heard someone calling her, she raised her head slightly.

Liang Guzhi looked at Yunyao with a gentle expression and said: "Miss Yun Er, after reading your poem, I feel that I don't need to write poems anymore at this poetry meeting."

"This..." Everyone stopped writing after listening to the words, their curiosity was aroused by Liang Guzhi.

What kind of poems can make Mr. Liang feel ashamed?
No, no, it should be that they misunderstood it. I am afraid that Miss Yun Er's poems are too bad, which stained Mr. Liang's eyes and made him unable to write poems.

They all leaned forward and looked at the paper held in Liang Guzhi's hand.

This word is too ugly, it really doesn't look like it was written by hand, everyone read it carefully before reading it out slowly.

"Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I don't know if I miss you deeply."

What a poem!Such touching verses are probably enough to last forever.

It seems that their thinking is too narrow, and Miss Yun Er is just not showing her true nature.

Yun Xiang bit her lip, thinking about her poems, she thought she could win the first place, but now she can't do it.

She asked unwillingly: "Is there anyone who is willing to come up with poems, or there is still enough time, so they can continue to write?"

"No, no." Everyone shook their heads repeatedly. Compared with such poems, their literary talent is really not enough.

Seeing this scene, Yun Yao leaned over and asked, "Did I win?"

Everyone nodded convincingly, and no one stood up to veto it.

Yun Yao didn't suspect him, grabbed Yun Xiang's arm and ran out, like stepping on a hot wheel, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.

This made everyone dumbfounded. Why did they run away just after finishing the poem?

Seeing this, Yun Huan came forward to collect Yun Yao's other poems, put all the poems together, and copied them one by one for everyone to watch.

Yun copied a sentence, and they read it.

"Only seeing the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry people's life."

"May it be the southwest wind, and die forever in the king's arms."

"The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world, Zhu Yan recites the mirror and the flower recites the tree."

"The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata or your Qing."

"One pair for one life, two places for ecstasy."

"Jun buried in the mud to sell bones, I send snow to the world."

"Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the king of clouds is coming and going."

"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it."

"Anyone who offends me will be punished no matter how far away he is."

(End of this chapter)