Chapter 151 Rumor spreads that Miss Bai Yu killed someone

Myths and legends?

This question is really difficult.

Not because it is difficult to connect poetry and mythology.

But it is a bit difficult to write a template that has already been fixed until it breaks out.

After all, the myth has been sung for many years, and the plot in it has become extremely familiar to people.

After hearing the same story ten times and a hundred times, people should be tired of it.

So, how should we describe it so that people can be moved again?

And that white jade girl, what will she do?

While thinking, people looked at the woman who was biting the peach cake.

What must be admitted is that the other party has impressed everyone present with his literary talents.

It also made them all look forward to that person's poetry.

Can we see another beautiful chapter, can we see another quatrain?

Just like meeting each other under the moon, like spring water flowing eastward.

Thinking this way, some literati are not even willing to write anymore.

Anyway, they can't write such articles that can make people's hearts sway.

So why bother showing off your shame?

So some people just concentrated on watching Wang Wu from a distance.

Waiting for her to write, waiting for her to offer poems.

They watched secretly and occasionally glanced at Wang Wu's face.

It should be said or not, beauty is beauty, even if you just sit still, you can still make people look at her.

In a daze, many people feel that they will probably never forget that cinnabar mole in their lifetime.

It is like a scar that has been quietly carved into some people's hearts.

Among them are men and women, warriors and poets, writers and passers-by.

The wound may still heal, but the scar will never be smoothed away.

In Buddhist terms.

The so-called injuries are mostly about separation from love. The so-called scars are mostly about not being able to get what you want.

In July of summer, Yangzhou is green.

Only that person shines a little brighter.

This is what people call the word love. If you see a little red among the green bushes, your eyes will be red and your heart will be red.

Then, under such gaze, Wang Wu took the peach cake in his mouth and wrote a poem with his pen.

This time, the incense stick on the copper stove didn't even last long enough to light a cup of tea.

Therefore, even Bai Yi has not yet reacted.

Wang Wu had already bitten off the peach cake and walked towards the stage holding the copybook in hand.

"Everyone, Bai Yu has taken the liberty to make a show of shame here."

Yes, she didn't let Bai Yi come on stage because she was ready to "kill the game".

Because she had eaten and drank enough and wanted to go back to sleep.

So fast?

Seeing the woman bowing her hands in salute, a similar thought flashed through everyone's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, the onlookers all looked forward to it.

Including Li Fengxin, she temporarily put aside her worries about Wutong Ju and focused her attention on Wang Wu again.

Then, Wang Wu used the seducing techniques that Bai Yi had taught her to the extreme, and then started reciting poems and poems with open calligraphy.

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silvery people are far away in darkness."

No one can tell clearly what kind of sound it is.

All I know is that it is as smooth as silk and as fragrant as fine wine.

The strands are full of irresistible attraction, as if a goddess is whispering in the ear, or a seductress is whispering under the neck.

It is like a poison and a kind of evil magic, tempting the seven emotions and teasing the six desires.

Just like the fragrance blowing, the face is covered with pink, and like the clothes half untied, it takes away the soul and ecstasy.

So once people hear this, they can no longer escape.

Once I heard it, I could never forget it.

I could only stay dumbfounded, mesmerized, and let that sound get to me.

They could only let that sound trap their bodies and minds like a python.

Even if they all know it, there are many dangers involved.

Even they saw the fangs of the beautiful snake.

But, no matter what, the other party's Snake Shinko was gently licking their earlobes.

So much so that no one could muster the strength to resist anymore.

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

Beautiful article, another beautiful article with outstanding literary talent.

There is also a strong, almost incomprehensible emotional charm mixed with it.

It sounds nice. Yes, the pretty lady in pink whispers in a gentle voice and reads the Nuo Nuo love words.

If it's like this, how can it not sound good, and how can it not be ecstatic?

Therefore, all of a sudden, everyone present became shaken and unable to extricate themselves.

Their expressions were intoxicated, as if both men and women had been bitten by snake kisses on their necks.

Between life and death, I dream of love again.

Wang Wu raised his eyes and looked around. There was an indescribable tenderness hidden in his eyes.

Everyone thought at a certain moment that she was reading this love poem to themselves.

Then my heart became more moved and my feelings became more moved.

When the wind blows and the water rushes.

When that woman's eyes are as charming as silk, her eyes are secretly sending her, her gaze is bright and full of affection.

Is she looking at me?

Is the white jade girl looking at me?

Those eyes are cut like water.

Those eyes are shocking.

Mixed with a little sadness.

Is she blaming me?

Is she blaming me?

Because of my dullness?

Because I can't understand her thoughts?

So, am I special to her?

So, does she look at everyone just to look at me?

People thought this in their hearts, and their cheeks began to heat up unconsciously.

As for Wang Wu, he was still reciting poems.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the magpie bridge on your way back."

In an instant, people belatedly discovered the theme of this poem.

It’s a Chinese Valentine’s Day word, it turns out to be a Chinese Valentine’s Day word.

By the way, that’s right, the Chinese Valentine’s Day will be in a few days.

From this point of view, this poem is really suitable for the occasion.

However, since the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are mentioned in the poem, who is mentioned outside the poem?
To be continued...