"Can we really win?" Xu Xian asked curiously.

Pan Yu looked in the mirror and adjusted her hair crown, and said: "I don't know, that Cai Feng is really extraordinary. Tomorrow's test will be three questions, each person will answer one question, and finally draw lots to choose one question. If I am the one, she will definitely lose.

.If she comes out, it will be difficult for me to deal with her."

"Then you told Li Siming that you would definitely win."

"He just came here to ask for comfort, so I just comforted him."

Xu Xian laughed and said, "You are so kind."

The day passed by in a blink of an eye. On this day, there was a sea of ​​people surrounding the West Lake, but they were just waiting for a result. They could not see the real competition. Because the venue was on a boat in the middle of the lake, except for a few core people

Besides, it’s expensive to get on this boat.

Of course Xu Xian, a young genius from Jingtian Academy, can board the boat for free. The three-story boat is not as crowded as expected. After all, it is not for ordinary people. Just like the Spring Festival in the previous life, we can squeeze in as many people as we like.

We can only accept it. Xu Xian has calculated that if this boat of people sinks, it will kill most of the wealthy families in Hangzhou. It can basically reduce the gap between the rich and the poor.

It was already evening, and the atmosphere in the hall was stagnant. Under the spotlight, there were only two people. They had just competed twice, and it was indeed a close fight. The questions they had prepared were all answered by the other party. Only the remaining two people were left.

The final battle of Dingding.

Draw lots.

"Master Pan, please invite me first!" Caifeng said with a smile, without any nervousness. Her calm and generous attitude made many people present want to kiss her, not to mention her peerless talent and beauty.

Pan Yu was not polite, grabbed it casually, and handed it to the signing officer next to him without looking at it.

"The lottery is empty, Miss Caifeng poses the question, and Mr. Pan Yu answers the question." The lottery official read out loudly. Everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh. Although they tried their best to lower their voices, there was still a commotion in unison.

However, Pan Yu still smiled calmly, not feeling disappointed at all.

Caifeng smiled slightly and said: "For this last question, let's ask Mr. Pan to answer the lyrics!" As soon as these words came out, many people breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. They were all scholars, playing poems and lyrics.

Housekeeping skills.

Li Siming also felt relieved. It seemed that the Red Sleeve Academy was finally going to be let go. But when he turned around, he saw a faint smile on the corner of Yin Hongxiu's eyes, and he secretly cried out.

As expected, I saw the colorful phoenix chanting: "

A piece of paper, the lotus blossom period in Xiaotang in June, how much affectionate dew is stained. The hibiscus is like a face, who cares about it? I look at the mirror and straighten my blue hair.

Two machines, beside the pond, green willows are spread all over the branches, and thousands of catkins are blown away by the wind. The soul is floating thousands of miles away, knowing who to rely on together, and I can hear the flute playing in the spring.

Three planes, a row of egrets roosting towards the south, red clouds filling the sky competing for the brilliant glow. Silk baskets are sent from far away, adding old memories and gloomy new words.

Four machines, koi carp swimming in the deep blue water, but making waves towards people. Throwing it among the flowers, hoping that people will know, who can say that the heart is crazy.

There are five machines, thousands of flowers covering the pedestals, and people sleeping among the flowers. The ground is paved with red flowers, brocade silk is gently pulled, and delicate hand-woven.

Six planes, green peaks and green ridges are woven with clouds, and the silver flowing in the stream becomes a waterfall. The youthful spirit, the zhongli period, and the mountains and rivers are all included in the poem.

Seven machines, lightly dressed in red makeup, contemplating, weaving clouds and holding flowers in hand. A dream comes to life, there is no ladder in the end, but the fragrance is still there but there is hope.

Eight machines, mandarin ducks weaved the clear water stream, and the prime ministers wept together. The fine ripples and patterns, once played with the flowers, how can they be separated from each other.

Nine-piece machine, plain hand-picked white Luo Yi, and weaving red embroidery on the inside. The icing on the cake, entwining the setting sun, the silken silk of lovesickness."

After chanting, he said: "This is exactly the word, please correct it."

Although the Ci style is booming in the world, it still does not have the same status as poetry, because it is mostly sung in brothels and Chu palaces, and is often criticized as inferior. These nine poems, at first glance, are carefully crafted, and they are by no means comparable. Moreover,

Singing is all about a woman's concerns, how can a man be right, let alone win over it. But what happens is that the most basic things are considered. Even though there are some tricks, who can say that they are not.

Pan Yu was also puzzled for a moment, just pacing back and forth. In the hall of 100 people, a needle could be heard, and the only sound was her pacing.

The incense has been burned, and the smoke is curling up.

Unknowingly, most of the incense was burned, and Pan Yu had several countermeasures, but they were all difficult to defeat. He reluctantly responded, so he might as well just admit defeat. It was just a loss, and losing to a woman really didn't sound good.

Xu Xian looked impatient and made up his mind. He took a few steps back. Seeing that everyone was watching the competition in the hall attentively, he retreated to a deserted place. He took out a paper talisman and his thoughts depended on you. It was exactly what he said before.

The invisibility charm made by life.

Xu Xian thought for a moment, and the paper talisman stuck to his body without glue.

I was overjoyed, it really worked. I walked around the crowd gently, walked up to Pan Yu, and cheated in front of everyone. Even Xu Xian felt very excited.

At this moment, Pan Yu was standing in front of the table, concentrating on thinking, and did not notice the approach of an invisible person at all. The invisibility charm also had the effect of astringing the breath. Xu Xian was afraid that others might overhear, so he pressed Pan Yu's ears as close as possible and used a thin, mosquito-napping

The voice said: "Hello, Mingyu."

Pan Yu was shocked, but after all, he had an extraordinary skill in cultivating qi, and what he heard was a very familiar voice, so he stood there calmly. It was just that the hot air exhaled from Xu Xian's mouth was spitting into the piercing of his ears, which made him feel a little itchy.

.

Qingluan looked a little confused, as if he heard something.

Xu Xian originally wanted to tell her, but now he could only say: "Pick up the pen."

Pan Yu immediately picked up the pen, and everyone immediately focused their attention on her. No one saw the person behind her.

Xu Xian held her hand, which was just one size smaller than his own and could fit in his hand. It was as soft as boneless and as white as jade.

The two of them were very close, Xu Xian's hot breath was blowing against his face, and his ears and temples were rubbing together. Xu Xian didn't feel it yet, but Pan Yu felt that her body was a little soft, and her ears were already red. And under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was even more...

It’s a different kind of charming.

Xu Xian thought for a while and then started to write. Pan Yu's martial arts were excellent and she knew how to listen best. As soon as Xu Xian's hand moved, she immediately followed the move of the pen, and it was as if she had written it by herself. Xu Xian's character and Pan Yu's

The spirit and charm are integrated into one, seamless.

Pan Yu followed Xu Xian's hand and slowly wrote, "There is no more joy in life than at this time. The victory or defeat of this competition has long been ignored, and even she has disappeared. As long as she follows his hand and writes, no matter what the result is,

He had no regrets. It was not until Xu Xian put down his pen that he suddenly came back to his senses and saw that the white paper in front of him was already filled with words. The person behind him had already disappeared, and he felt a sense of loss. But he immediately put his mind back and handed over what he had done to

Caifeng in front of her said: "Does this poem satisfy the girl?"

Caifeng finally took a look, and after receiving the signal from others, she read aloud:

"A machine is used to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and languid. On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing, refusing to let people go home." Yin Hongxiu felt relieved after hearing this. Although this sentence is fresh, it is too If it's too ordinary, if it can't beat Caifeng's words, it will be considered a failure.

"Two machines, passers-by are hesitant to immediately move. I can't bear to pay lightly, so I look back and smile, and go back among the flowers, just for fear of being known by the flowers." Caifeng glanced at Mr. Fengliu in front of him, and there were only a few numbers in the words. The woman is right in front of me, her shyness and sweetness are all in my heart. This young master is like a man with gold and jade on the outside, and gold and jade on the inside.

"Three machines, Wu silkworms have grown old and fledglings. After the east wind banquet in Changzhou Garden, Qingxiu urged me to take advantage of it. The palace maids and palace maids want to change into dance clothes." This is not a beautiful country, but just an ordinary Weaver Girl, but A woman's thoughts are always the same.

"Four machines, a husky voice with a frown hidden behind it. Weaving lotus seeds back and forth, the flowers are easy to twist, the worry is difficult to control, and the pulse is as messy as silk." Li Siming clasped his hands in surprise, and this victory was expected.

"Five machines, woven with horizontal stripes, are Shen Lang's poems. No one understands the central sentence, which does not express sorrow or haggard, but only conveys lovesickness." Although it was written by Pan Yu, she was stunned when she heard it. "No one understands the central sentence", but can he understand this heart and feeling? Or should he "just express his love" on his own.

"The six machines were all playing with flowers. There were even two butterflies among the flowers. They stopped for a while and watched it alone in the shadow of the window for a long time." Li Siming finally couldn't help but praise: "It's a good one to watch alone for a long time." "

"With seven looms, the mandarin ducks hesitate to weave. They are afraid of being cut lightly and flying into two places. They are separated from each other. How can we continue together? With eight looms, do you know which poem it is? Weaving together a desolate scene. I read it line by line, I am speechless, I can't bear to think more. Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. Since ancient times, there have been many farewells, from beginning to end, it ties my heart with a thread."
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