A good lifelong love for the immortal.

Du Yunle finished speaking, but the sound of the piano continued and never got caught.

This made his heart skip a beat and his mood suddenly became gloomy.

He glared fiercely at the Hanlin Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club behind him, and murderous intent suddenly appeared.

This proud poem trembled all over and his heart was cold.

This poem on the theme of lovesickness was written by Du Yunle after listening to Mao Qizhi's poem.

He was not good at writing such poems.

It's still temporary, and there's not much time.

I accidentally got oiled.

Can he blame him?

He was also helpless.

At this time, Du Yunle shouted: "In addition, there is another song written by chance when it rained."

"Please listen to Miss Xian'er."

For his act of blatantly violating the rules and doing two songs by one person.

It immediately angered many people.

On the cliff, dissatisfaction began to sound.

But Du Yunle still started to recite it by doing his own things-

The green color connects the deserted shore, and the smoke enters the distant building.

The shadow spreads on the autumn water surface, and the flowers fall to fish in the heads of people.

The roots are old and the fish caves are hidden, and the branches are low and the guest boats are tied to it.

On a whirlwind and rainy night, the dreams are filled with sorrow.

This time, the piano finally stopped.

In front of everyone, Zhao Xian'er looked at Du Yunle from afar and said, "Young Master Du's rainy night is quite touching, but Xian'er is puzzled. Young Master Du is in his prime and comes from a famous family. He was even more proud and happy in the past. Why do he sigh that he is old and helpless?"

"Xian'er really doesn't understand."

"Ah..."

Du Yunle was silent.

He stared at the Shicai behind him in a daze.

Shicai also stared at him in a daze.

It seems to be saying, ask me, whom should I ask?

Du Yunle was afraid of showing his feet, so he turned around and coughed, saying seriously: "Miss Hui Xian'er, although Caizhi is in his prime, but..."

"but……"

But he didn't find anything after a long time.

Seeing this, Zhao Xian'er chuckled and bowed again: "So, Xian'er understands it."

"Thank you Mr. Du to offer such a masterpiece."

"Please continue."

"this……"

Du Yunle half opened her mouth, still tightly blocking the tray to prevent it from going down.

Several servants came up and reminded: "Young Master Du, the poetry meeting must continue."

"What nonsense?!"

Du Yunle was in a bad mood and was worried that he could not find a partner to vent. He immediately glared at him and Zhang Sheng angrily rebuked: "Several slaves dare to bother me. Do you believe me or not, I will kill you all one by one?"

The servants were so scared that their faces were pale, and they shrank their heads and took several steps back.

Until I heard dissatisfied sounds from other rooms.

Du Yunle let go of the floating plate.

After letting the floating plate go, his eyes were tightly locked on Zhao Xian'er on the lotus platform and slowly narrowed.

There was an indescribable light flashing at the corners of my eyes.

Immediately, Leng Ran turned around, raised his hand and slapped Shicai in the face, cursing: "Barewell, what's the use of me?"

Shicai covered his face, although he was full of pride.

But at this moment, pride is gone in the face of power.

...

After waiting for a long time, the floating pan finally arrived at the third floor and stopped at the door of Yang Shun and the others.

King Kang reached out to catch the floating plate, and Yang Shun stood at the corner of his vision in the room and whispered: "Your Highness, you must remember what I told you just now."

"Don't worry, sir, I remember it."

Chen Hong nodded, then looked at the lotus platform with a torch.

Although it is very close, the jade man on the lotus platform is focused on his heart, his slender eyelashes are singing, reflecting the light, as if he is hung with thousands of star dust, quiet, mysterious and graceful.
Chapter completed!