Chapter 702 The BOSS Is a Traitor 39
A group of people have already decided that Bei Yutang can't write poetry.
"You're right, you can play as you like." Bei Yutang neither admitted nor denied it, and her behavior made them even more certain.
Ge Hong and others began to make corresponding poems based on what was written on the note.
Bei Yutang listened to the poems of several people and felt good. In the end, there were only three people left, and Bei Yutang, Zuo Chen, and Li Mengmeng did not start.
Li Mengmeng said, "It's better to let Lord Zuo go first, and the two of us last."
When the beauty spoke, the group of people who had been convinced by the beauty naturally agreed readily.
Zuo Chen did not refuse, and chanted it directly.
"How can you look at the water, Yunmeng is like a ghost floating in the sea. I look at the mountains from myself, and the fog is dark and suave.
You look at me like a lotus flower in the sassy wind. If I look at you, there is a faint trace of smoke on the moon. "
"Lord Zuo, this poem makes me admire."
Bei Yutang's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Good poem."
Li Mengmeng said with a smile, "I have long heard that Master Zuo is very talented, and seeing it today is indeed a well-deserved reputation. It is my luck that the little girl can hear the poems of your master today."
Zuo Chen said a few words lightly, "It's too much."
Ge Hong looked at Li Mengmeng and Bei Yutang. Of course, most of them stayed on Li Mengmeng's body, and Bei Yutang was attached.
"Then it's up to the two girls, I don't know who comes first?"
Li Mengmeng looked at Bei Yutang with a smile, "Sister Bei, will you please?"
Bei Yutang pushed back and said, "It's still my sister who invites you first."
Li Mengmeng didn't seem to refuse her intention, "Then sister will be ugly first."
Everyone looked at Li Mengmeng with anticipation. In their eyes, Li Mengmeng's family was a beautiful woman, beautiful in dance, and high in piano skills.
"Master Zuo's title is a poem on the theme of flowers."
After Li Mengmeng finished speaking, he pondered for a while, holding a silk fan in his hand, and said softly: "I am proud to go to rest, I am disappointed, and I am not a good old man. If it wasn't for the village flute blowing plum cheeks, who would be full of snow and frost."
As soon as her voice fell, Ge Hong couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
"Good poetry."
"Miss Li, she is a talented woman in the world."
A group of people complimented her again.
Li Mengmeng showed shyness, and said delicately, "I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be."
Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Zuo Chen's reaction, her expression had not changed, and she could not tell whether he was satisfied with his poems.
"Master Zuo, are you still satisfied with the poems I wrote?" Li Mengmeng stopped guessing, and asked him directly.
Zuo Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and replied lightly, "Shang Ke."
After Ge Hong and others heard it, they all looked at the beautiful woman with worried expressions, fearing that the beautiful woman would be heartbroken when they heard it.
Li Mengmeng's face was as usual, not lost, still with a faint smile, "Lord Zuo, the comment is right. It seems that the little girl still needs to learn more."
Zuo Chen stopped answering the call.
Li Mengmeng smartly changed the subject, "Sister Bei, you are the only one left now."
Bei Yutang looked at the request on the note, "With love as the theme, there must be hatred and bitterness."
If she is really just a girl's family, maybe she can only have ignorant love, a ignorant longing for love, but she doesn't know what 'love' is, let alone understand it, how can there be 'hate' if it is 'love' ' and 'sorrow'.
For Li Mengmeng to ask such a question, it is a bit difficult for a girl in her boudoir who has not left the cabinet, because she cannot understand it, so she naturally makes a good sentence.