Douluo: On the wedding night, Bibi Dong eavesdropped on her heart

"Sorry, the auction house protects and conceals item information, so I don't know."

"Only when participating in the auction on that day, there will be a special introduction and display of items by the master of ceremonies."

The girl spoke sheepishly and explained.

"It's okay, do you know what will be the finale of this auction?"

"When I came here, I heard a lot of people talking about the Crypt Demon Pig Skull and the Catwoman slaves. Can you tell me about it?"

Du Bai asked.

"Of course I can introduce you."

The girl smiled and said politely.

Afterwards, the girl began to introduce.

"One of the highlights of this auction is the 25,000-year-old crypt demon pig skull. As you know, soul bones are very rare."

"The catwoman servant is also one of the favorites of the soul masters. As far as I know, the quality of the catwoman servant this time is very good, and the price may not be low."

"In addition, there is also a pill called the Nine Apertures Exquisite Pill. After taking it, it can slowly restore the damage caused by spirit masters below the title Douluo within three days!"

"There is also an armored soul tool that can withstand Contra's full blow."

"..."

The girl explained earnestly that she would not change her service attitude just because Du Bai and Bibi Dong's bidding qualifications were only white cards, and the dogs looked down on them.

Du Bai was very satisfied with this.

Before they knew it, the three of them had already arrived at the entrance of the hall.

"Thank you for the introduction."

Du Bai said politely.

"It's okay, this is what we should do."

The girl smiled.

"Bibi Dong, let's go back to the hotel."

Du Bai suggested.

It was getting late now.

Today, the party went to Yuexuan to compose poems, and then came to Tiandou Auction to qualify for the auction, and the party was complete.

The rest will be done tomorrow.

"Ok."

Bibi Dong nodded.

"Two distinguished guests, go slowly."

Afterwards, under the gentle farewell of the girl in the auction house.

Du Bai and Bibi Dong walked towards Shanhaijian Hotel individually.

And the other end.

Moon Xuan.

Jasmine, the reception girl at Yuexuan, happily carried Du Bai's Jingyesi picture into the private room where Tang Yuehua was.

"Madam Tang, here is a good poem, please read it quickly!"

Jasmine said excitedly, wanting to show Du Bai's Jingye Si to Tang Yuehua.

At this time, Tang Yuehua was wearing a long silver palace dress, which fit her body very well, giving off an elegant and gentle feeling.

Tang Yuehua's appearance, at first glance, seems to be twenty-seven or eight years old.

However, her eyes seemed to see through everything in the world, which was definitely not comparable to that of a twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman.

(Note: Don’t worry about time! The timeline of this book is the superimposition of the two time periods of the original work!)

(If you think the timeline is confusing, just look at the timeline in this book. The author has a clear mind and is not confused at all!)

"You are so frizzy."

"Look, I'm holding a good poem in my hand, and there's a pile of good poems on the table."

"Jasmine, put it aside for now, I'll watch it later!"

Tangyue smiled and said softly.

Three days later, Tang Yuehua will hold a poetry exchange meeting.

During this time, Yuexuan set the rules for entering poetry.

Therefore, many literati and refined scholars wrote poems and sent them up for Tang Yuehua to comment on.

Tang Yuehua had to review a table of poems and essays, and he was too busy to do so.

Every poem sent by an elegant scholar claimed to be good poetry.

Therefore, Mrs. Tang preconceived, thinking that the poems brought by Jasmine were the same as the ones on the table, and let Jasmine put them away first.

"But, Mrs. Tang, take a look at Jingye Thoughts first. It is definitely the best poem in the audience!"

Jasmine showed a look of anxiety.

I can't wait for Mrs. Tang to immediately put down the dross in her hands and come to enjoy the song Jingye Si in her hands.

"Oh, Jasmine, you girl, every time a girl comes over you tell me it's a good poem, Madam Tang, you must read it first."

"But when I see it now, there is not a single one that I am satisfied with."

When Tang Yuehua spoke, a look of disappointment flashed across her gentle and beautiful face.

In the world of soul masters, everyone wants to fight monsters and upgrade.

In a restless and bloodthirsty environment, people ignore things like poetry and prose that cultivate sentiment.

Is it fun to fight and kill? Can it make people happy?

In Mrs. Tang's opinion, reading a good poem, playing a good piano, or painting a good painting is not as good as being promoted to a large section.

Even if he is titled Douluo, he is only living hundreds of years longer than others.

Tang Yuehua doesn't like fighting, what she likes are things that can enrich people's inner world.

Of course, for Tang Yuehua to pursue spiritual things, the premise is that she has already established the foundation of not worrying about food, clothing and safety.

"Mrs. Tang, please take a look at this song Jing Ye Si, it will definitely not let you down!"

Jasmine spoke again.

"Okay, I can't resist you girl, let me see the good poem you said!"

Tang Yuehua retracted her thoughts and said softly.

"Mrs. Tang, here you go!"

With a smile on Jasmine's face, she carefully handed over the treasure in her hand to Tang Yuehua.

"Looking at your precious look, this poem must not be simple!"

Tang Yuehua smiled, Qianqian took the Jingyesi paper with her jade hand.

"Mrs. Tang, take a quick look, I won't let you down!"

Jasmine spoke again.

"Okay, Jasmine."

Then, Tang Yuehua opened the paper.

The paper was spread out.

What catches the eye is the majestic, flamboyant, and weird fonts, but they are round and round.

Like Jasmine and Xue Qinghe before, Tang Yuehua's soft and deep eyes flashed a hint of surprise.

Obviously, I was surprised by the typesetting and beautiful fonts of the poems on the paper.

"I have read so many poems, but the handwriting of this poem is the most unique!"

Tang Yuehua secretly thought, feeling like an unexpected surprise when meeting the peach garden by chance.

This font is unique and unique.

Looking at the font alone, Tang Yuehua wanted to meet the person who wrote it.

Then, Tang Yuehua read the poem carefully.

The poem is very short, with characters in four lines, and you can read it with a glance.

But at this moment, Tang Yuehua was holding the piece of paper in his hand, as motionless as a clay sculpture.

Only Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes scanned up and down, and there was a strange brilliance visible.

Even when Jasmine saw Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes tremble a little bit.

"It seems that this poem shocked Mrs. Tang!"

Jasmine thought to herself, feeling a little happy.

Jasmine discovered this good poem, and then shared it with the respected Mrs. Tang.

As a servant and student under Mrs. Tang's sect, Jasmine felt full of satisfaction.

"Jingye Si..."

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground..."

"Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown..."

"Signed: Li Fu..."

Tang Yuehua's cherry mouth murmured.

This Song of Thoughts at a Quiet Night seems ordinary.

However, when Tang Yuehua carefully comprehended the mystery and put himself into it.

I was shocked by the feeling of wandering in a foreign land, being very lonely, and missing my relatives and hometown expressed in the poems of Jingyesi.