The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 115:
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Feng Zhiwei sneered and slowly turned around to take a closer look at her.
Hua Gong's eyebrows met her gaze, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.
"I don't dare." Feng Zhiwei said calmly.
Hua Gong frowned, seeing Feng Zhiwei's eyes so cold and impatient, she thought she was going to have an attack, but unexpectedly it was this sentence, a somewhat sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she was about to speak.
Feng Zhiwei had already walked back to the case with her hands behind her back, smiling as she walked: "I'm afraid you'll lose again and fight with shame and anger."
"You..." Hua Gongmei took a long breath, laughed angrily, and said, "Don't talk so much. Since you agreed, how about the simplest couplet? One stick of incense, four In ten sentences, whoever stops will lose, but I want to see how Sister Feng can make me desperately angry and embarrassed?"
The couplets are not difficult, but the time for one stick of incense is so short. Even for forty sentences, there is almost no time to think, so how agile does it need to be?
Everyone knew that Miss Hua was famous in the imperial capital for her quick thinking, and they immediately became energetic.
"That's fine." Emperor Tiansheng was very happy, "Don't rush to give me the prize, let's take a look at the style of the two ladies."
"I have always admired agile women the most." Ning Yi smiled, stroking his hands and saying, "Winner, the door to the Prince of Chu's Palace will always be open to you!"
What does this sentence mean? Hua Gong's eyebrows lit up, and a glimmer of hope ignited, but Feng Zhiwei curled her lips in disdain - this man was playing his cloud-covering trick again!
"Please." Feng Zhiwei refused to say a word.
Green smoke curls up, and the faint light of the incense head disappears.
Hua Gong’s brows spoke quickly.
"Don't invite plum guests without poetry!"
"There are songs that often gather the immortals in the clouds!"
"Smoke fans are singing fishermen's songs!"
"Yuecong Changhe Qingyin is coming!"
"Spring sounds every old peach blossom noodles!"
"The autumn breeze always brings new hibiscus eyebrows!"
"The poem is like throwing a pen and looking up to the sky and laughing!"
"Walking with wine and walking in the snow with a sword in hand!"
"Tea is also intoxicating, so why use wine!"
“I don’t need flowers if books can be fragrant!”
In a blink of an eye, he exchanged dozens of sentences in succession, Hua Gong’s eyebrows changed color, Feng Zhiwei didn’t even look at her, she picked up the wine on the table with a smile, one glass after another.
"Gathering and separation are all caused by fate, and it is a waste of the spring scenery before the misty rain!"
"Rights and wrongs are all caused by love, and it's all in exchange for the frost on my eyebrows after the storm!"
If you can't make a short sentence, you can't make a long one. Hua Gong frowned and gritted his teeth.
"Look at you banished to the sky, the flying sword coming to the west, the dragon dancing in the spring, listening to the rain outside the building, who can ask for it? Loneliness is like snow, the deep curtain touches the melting moon!"
"Wait for me to leave this mortal world behind, and let the boat go eastward. The phoenix flute sings softly, and the moon shines on the island. Forget about the peach blossoms falling, melancholy like a dream, and the small building half a lifetime in the desert wind!"
"Okay!" Some people couldn't help but clapped their hands. This kind of response without thinking was much smarter than the one who said the sentence. After all, the one who said the sentence was probably done before.
Hua Gongmei's body trembled slightly, but she still didn't give up. She glanced at Ning Yi longingly, remembering the first time they met at the spring banquet many years ago. The two were romantic and settled in her heart. From then on, all her short sentences and long chapters were He did it for him, but as long as the longing for lovesickness lasts, the reality will be cold. Until today, I thought that His Majesty wanted it, and I would definitely be chosen and my wish would come true. Even an ugly girl with a talented name cannot stand up to her!
Suddenly sad.
"Ask the number of days in the sky, what will happen to those who have passed away? I think of you when you were wearing a gold belt, a violet patch, a white jade cup, a spiritual snake sword, admiring the moonlight in the Liang Garden, Luoyang flowers, smiling glory, coming and going with a breeze, who would have ever I want to fall in love with no explanation, but the blue blood and green bamboo are empty, and I can press the clear string to sing a mournful song."
Is this girl finally discouraged?
Feng Zhiwei looked at her with a smile. Hua Gong frowned when she saw that she didn't respond immediately, and looked happy. However, he saw Feng Zhiwei raised his head and drank the cup.
The wine is gone and the words are spoken.
"Sighing that creation is multiplied and divided, how will the next life continue? Recalling the first time I saw it, there were jasper necklaces, green bamboo flutes, swooping eyes, and the sound of orioles and swallows. During the catastrophe of the Forbidden City, there was a great internal evil. I sighed that the world of mortals has been scattered for half a lifetime. , If I had known that there would be hatred in that broken dust net, I would have picked up the frost and snow from my heart, and played the silver zither with a long and mournful sound!"
After finishing the sentence, there was a flood of cheers. Hua Gongmei took a step back and his face was ashen. Feng Zhiwei poured a glass of wine lightly - I have to remind you, the royal water is deep, so it is better to keep an open mind.
It's a pity that some people couldn't look away. After Hua Gongmei's expression changed continuously, he finally couldn't control himself and cursed angrily.
"Look at your face as decayed as a yellow flower!"
"Your face is as hateful as a kitchen knife."
"I regard your actions as foolish as a child's!"
"Your face is as hateful as a kitchen knife."
"I regard your words and deeds as mean as Cang Po!"
"Your face is as hateful as a kitchen knife."
Amidst the uncontrollable laughter, Feng Zhiwei raised her hand and threw the wine glass, right at the feet of Hua Gongmei, "Miss Hua, the incense stick has been used up, it's time to stop. I'm going to write a poem with numbers here." This song discusses the harm of one word of love, but I hope it can make you laugh."
She stood in front of the court with her hands behind her hands, her clothes fluttering in the evening breeze. Under the dim light, she looked like a fairy. Everyone looked at her back, forgetting her ugly appearance and the name of a madwoman, and only felt that The woman seems to be close but is far away. She is drinking like a noble scholar in the forest, chanting as if she is walking in the clouds.
Feng Zhi's smiling face was facing upwards, where Ning Yi rested his forehead on his hands and looked at her silently in the light red light.
"Aim to be perfect, forget about nine deaths, look majestic from all sides, but in fact be clueless, forget all your relatives, rub your internal organs to the point of no growth, pester your limbs to the point of weakness, mess up so much that you can't eat three meals, and finally end up in the second place. Looking at each other, it’s better to throw away - infatuation!"
Nice and decisive number poem, one poem came out and the whole house was shocked.
Hua Gong staggered back, holding a few cases in his hands. He was stunned for a long time, and his tears rolled down like broken threads.
Ning Yi played with the wine glass in his hand, the smile on his lips as thin as falling flowers.
It is better to throw away a piece of infatuation than to throw away a piece of infatuation.
This extremely clever woman actually rejected him in this way.
However, such a refusal also allowed him to get a glimpse of some thoughts in her deep and distant heart that he did not want him to see.
There is a kind of woman, like Penglai outside the territory, far away from the mountains and seas in the sky. If you want to get closer, you must first go through the fog.
The flowers are becoming more and more charming, but as long as he is always at a high place, why should he be afraid of the floating clouds covering his eyes?