Chapter 146 An iron hook carves into the bones and paints a beautiful woman

Pretty in Pink?

Looking at the four words revealed on the signboard, the literati present almost subconsciously turned their attention to Wang Wu again.

Yes, if you want to ask at the moment, who is most worthy of these four words, it is undoubtedly this woman.

It can even be said that these four words are somewhat unworthy of her.

Because her style is far more than just a pretty girl in pink.

So, is this the purpose of King Qi inviting her here?

Thinking that they had seen something hidden, three or four literati smiled faintly.

Even Liu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly.

In order to ensure fairness, Li Fengxin finalized the topics of the poetry meeting.

Even Liu Ji, who helped organize the poetry meeting, knew nothing about the contents of the bulletin board.

However, it is not an easy task to write down all the descriptions of this pink beauty and make them vivid on the page.

The scholar who called himself Mr. Yangshan frowned slightly and shook his head.

Because Wang Wu's temperament is really complicated.

Whether it is heroic, unrestrained and unrestrained, or bold and uninhibited, charming and graceful.

Taken alone, these words are enough to support a poem.

It is enough for people to spend pen and ink to describe it in depth.

However, right now, they are all concentrated on one person.

So, how should I write?

It is obvious that similar troubles are also entangled in the hearts of other people.

Therefore, for a moment, everyone present was silent, and no one was in a hurry to write.

Anyway, each question has one stick of incense to answer, which can be said to be plenty of time.

So they just looked at Wang Wu without saying a word.

Look forward and backward, left and right.

As if looking for an inspiration.

It seems as if he is just addicted to beauty.

Fortunately, Wang Wu has long been accustomed to other people's attention because she sang so many Lou songs.

Otherwise, if an ordinary woman were here, she would probably be restless and blushing.

How can you be like Mr. Wang and continue to chew cakes without changing his expression?

Yes, Wang Wu has been eating since he took his seat.

Needless to say, the pastries prepared by Prince Qi's Mansion are really a notch better than those on the market.

When you bite it into your mouth, it tastes sweet but not greasy, crispy on the outside but not dry, and waxy but not sticky on the inside.

Even if it is said to be a treasure, it still looks down upon the craftsmanship of the master.

Excellent! This pastry must be excellent!

The greedy Wang Wu was eating happily and didn't pay attention to the eyes on both sides. Naturally, he didn't have any other thoughts.

On the other hand, the people around her couldn't help but laugh when they saw the woman's lips pursed and her cheeks bulging.

Yes, that’s probably what the so-called beautiful and delicious food is.

Unfortunately, after a while, Wang Wu finished all the pastries on his table.

The unsatisfied woman licked her lips unwillingly.

Then he licked his fingers again.

The glistening saliva moistened the white fingertips.

A pink and tender tongue, just like a kitten's tongue, scratching people's hearts with barbs.

This provoked everyone around to swallow their saliva unconsciously.

If that tongue licks someone's body.

What would it feel like?

Almost everyone is thinking this way.

Yes, the so-called charming all living beings should be like this.

Immediately afterwards, a scholar sitting nearby shyly handed his cake to Wang Wu.

"Girl, this golden cake is indeed an excellent dessert. If you still want to eat it, you can have my share."

"Ah, thank you very much, sir."

Wang Wu smiled happily and took the plate from the other party's hand.

Her red lips were slightly parted and her eyes were full of spring, which made the latter's heartbeat skip a beat.

Then, Li Fengxin, who was sitting in the pavilion, knocked on the table with her hand in dissatisfaction.

"This Xue Partridge, instead of writing poems at the Poetry Club, went to please women. I really have to see later whether he is so confident that he has such a leisurely mind!"

"That's right, his poems need to be reviewed carefully!"

Liu Ji, who was equally angry, nodded, but in his hand, he also put down a plate of pastries that he had just prepared to send out.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, most of the ashes from the incense sticks had fallen on the copper stove.

Everyone's poems have also been completed.

Perhaps because of Wang Wu's presence, the quality of today's beauty poems is surprisingly high.

Each article after another can elicit a round of applause from the spectators in the audience, as well as the secret glances of several women.

Liu Ji was the thirteenth person to complete the poem.

When he finished reading his poems.

The atmosphere on and off Bibo Stage was pushed to its highest level.

The cheers lasted for a long time, the elegant scholars sighed, and the beauties were moved with emotion.

And Liu Ji, who had caused all this, held his head high like a male peacock, and would peek in Wang Wu's direction from time to time.

It's as if he is waiting for someone's admiration.

Li Fengxin was so angry that she almost drove him off.

It's a pity that Wang Wu never even took a look at Liu Ji from beginning to end.

Because she had eaten enough and was ready to write poetry.

"How about it, are you sure?"

Bai Yi, who was dressed as a guard, couldn't help but feel anxious after listening to Liu Ji's poem.

It must be admitted that that person's literary talent is truly remarkable.

If nothing else happens, he may be the leader of this beauty poem today.

"Twenty percent."

Wang Wu, holding the tip of his pen in his hand, spoke calmly.

“Can we win at 20%?”

Bai Yi was uncertainly surprised, as if he didn't expect there to be 20%.

Wang Wu, who felt he had been looked down upon, rolled his eyes angrily.

"Twenty percent will lose."

Then he moved his pen and ink and wrote a poem.

Wang Wu's calligraphy is not ugly because she has practiced it before.

The handwriting is majestic, vigorous and powerful, and it doesn't look like it was written by a woman at all.

Although this kind of character is actually not suitable for writing Pretty in Pink, there is no choice now.

Thus, a copybook that looked like an iron hook carving a bone and painting a beautiful girl was completed.

"hiss."

Looking at the poem written by Wang Wu, Bai Di's breathing became heavier.

Can win!

When the poem was finished, he knew it.
To be continued...