[Chapter 1313 will enter the wine]
“No, no, no, how can we blame Miss Huoyue?”
Nangong Yue said with a look of flattery, you must know that since the day Miss Huoyue came to the Star Picking Building, she has never seen a guest alone, and even if someone offered 10,000 top-quality spirit crystals, she could not impress her.
But today, she took the initiative to come to their box, what an honor it was, if she spoke out, they would have a lot of face.
“Yeah, it’s an honor for me to wait for Miss Huanyue to come, how can I blame the girl!” Dongfang Yubai also said with great enthusiasm.
As for the other dudes, they couldn’t help but stepped forward to offer their hospitality, but Song Yan sat there and didn’t move, because he knew that this Huan Yue might have come for him.
After a few chats, Nangongyue and others warmly invited Huoyue to sit down, and ordered someone to remove the banquet just now and change the table.
“This cup, the little girl respects the young masters!”
After the banquet was served, Huoyue raised a glass to everyone.
“Miss Huayue is polite!”
“Yes, Miss Yueyue, please!”
Next, it can be said that this dandy son tried his best to please Huoyue, but the other party kept smiling and couldn’t figure out what she was really thinking.
In order to attract the attention of Miss Huanyue, Dongfang Yubo suddenly moved in her heart and said loudly: “Miss Huanyue, I wrote a poem before going down, and I asked the girl to taste it!”
Suddenly, Miss Huoyue’s eyes brightened and she looked at Dongfang Yubai: “Master Dongfang, please.”
Being stared at by Miss Huoyue, Dongfang Yubo felt that all the bones in his body were brittle, and then read out the song “Spring Thoughts”.
After reading it, Dongfang Yubai couldn’t help but ask, “What do you think, Miss Huanyue?”
Miss Huanyue nodded: “Young Master Dongfang’s poem is very well written. It depicts a woman’s thoughts down to the bone. It is a rare good poem.”
After being praised by Miss Huanyue, Dongfang Yubai’s face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
On the other hand, Nangongyue and others looked at Dongfang Yubai with envy and jealousy, and even secretly scolded this guy for being shameless. Even though Song Yan helped him write the poem, he used it to please Miss Huanyue.
Before writing the poem, it was already known in the box, so Nangongyue and others knew that this song “Spring Thoughts” was written by Song Yan.
Feeling the envy and jealousy in everyone’s eyes, Dongfang Yubo looked at Song Yan with a guilty conscience while he was proud. Song Yan smiled at him disapprovingly. Anyway, he plagiarized this poem, and Dongfang Yubo wanted to use it. , of course he has no opinion.
Miss Huanyue watched the sight of the two of them making eye contact.
He knew Nangong Yue Dongfang Yubai very well. How could he have written such a good poem at the level of Dongfang Yubai? Therefore, she had long been suspicious. When she saw the eye contact between the two, she was almost certain that this poem The poem was written by Song Yan.
Seeing that Dongfang Yubai’s poems have won the favor of the girl called Huanyue, Nangongyue and others have searched their stomachs to write poems, but it is a pity that their water quality is really limited.
“Everyone has written it, Mr. Song might as well write the first one?” Miss Huanyue smiled and looked at Song Yan. For a moment, everyone’s eyes fell on Song Yan.
At the same time, there are some worries, if Song Yan writes another good poem, wouldn’t it suppress them all.
Song Yan smiled and shook his head: “Where can I write poetry, I won’t be ugly.”
“Young Master Song doesn’t know how to write, do you look down on little girls?” There was a look of sadness on Miss Huanyue’s beautiful face, and Nangongyue and others felt distressed when they saw it.
“Brother Song, since Miss Huoyue is looking forward to it, you might as well write a song!” Nangongyue pleaded.
“Yes, Brother Song, don’t hide it! It’s not like we don’t know your level!” Dongfang Yubai didn’t want to see Miss Huanyue sad, even if Song Yan stole the limelight, he wanted him Write a song.
Then, the other dudes opened their mouths and asked Song Yan to write a poem.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll give it a try.” Song Yan said helplessly, then lowered his head to think, which song should he copy?
After a while, Song Yan raised his head.
“Brother Song has it?” Nangong Yuemu asked expectantly.
Song Yan nodded, and then sang softly:
Don’t you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning.
In just the opening chapter, everyone present felt a sense of arrogance, and Miss Huanyue’s eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.
Song Yan continued:
Don’t you see Gaotang Mingjing’s sad white hair, the morning like blue silk and the twilight like snow.
Life is full of joy, and don’t let the golden bottle face the moon.
As soon as this sentence came out, it was written into the hearts of Nangongyue and the others. They were all playboys waiting to die. On the surface, everyone was polite to them, but in fact, many people looked down on them.
But the phrase that one must be happy in life made them feel like they regarded Song Yan as a confidant. If they weren’t afraid of breaking the atmosphere, they would all want to applaud.
I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone.
As soon as this sentence came out, Nangongyue and the others’ faces changed, showing a thoughtful look.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering oxen for pleasure requires drinking three hundred cups at a time.
Nangongyue, Yubai brother: toast, don’t stop drinking.
“what?”
When the two heard that Song Yan actually wrote their names into the poem, they felt a rush of blood rushing from their chests, as if they were about to burst out, but they still held back, but their faces turned red. , are all excited.
Since I can’t applaud, it’s time to drink. Both Nangongyue and Dongfang Yubai felt arrogant. They just picked up the jug and poured it into their mouths. Don’t stop the glass. If you don’t get drunk today, I’m sorry for this brother Song. poem.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me.
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Five-colored horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu’er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.
After Song Yan read out the next verse in one breath, he found that everyone present was staring at him in astonishment.
Seeing this, Song Yan couldn’t help but secretly said, “Is it possible that the pretence is going too far?”
“Master Song, what’s the name of this poem?” Huoyue stared at him, and asked softly, with admiration and surprise in her eyes, and a bit of shock.
“I’m going to drink!” Song Yan softly said the name of the poem.
“Brother Song, you wrote this poem into my heart. Come, let’s drink this pot.” Nangongyue handed over a pot of wine.
“Let’s go together!” Song Yan laughed.
“Okay!”
Everyone drank the wine from the pot in one go, then looked at each other and laughed.
Miss Huanyue suddenly said to Song Yan with eager eyes: “Master Song, does the little girl have the honor to compose this poem?”
“I can’t ask for it!” Song Yan smiled and nodded.
“Thank you Song Gongzi for making it happen.”
Miss Huanyue gave Song Yan a sweet smile, then took out a guqin and began to compose music for Jiang Jinjiu.
