On the banyan tree, Shang Yousu and Pei Yu looked at each other, one high and one low.

All eyes were astonishing.

Pei Yu asked, "Is the legend fake?"

Didn’t Qi Pingchuan never read many books? He didn’t even attend county school for a few days, so why did he become a lyric? This literary foundation and talent are rare in the world.

Shang Yousu shook his head, "Really."

Could it be that the young master was stroked by an immortal? Is there any saying that there is a saying that the Tao is heard in the morning and the sky is coming to the sky in the evening?

But this word is really beautiful.

Zhao Fushang had heard Qi Pingchuan say in front of the county jail, "I smile at the sky with my own sword, and I will stay with my heart and soul." It was full of passion and magnificence.

I thought it was a work that Qi Hanqing or Shang Haoran had never published earlier, but now it seems that it is not that simple, and I didn't expect that he still has such graceful talent.

I was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak.

The key is that the artistic conception of this word has been surging and violently bumped into her heart, making Zhao Fushang feel that this poem seems to be written for the Zhao Shi in the previous dynasty, and for himself.

Qi Pingchuan happened to walk behind Zhao Fushang, bent down and tapped the table gently, "Miss Liangliang, it's your turn."

Zhao Fushang said.

In fact, she can give in at this time.

After all, Feihua Ling is an elegant work for literati. It tests knowledge and knowledge, and it tests its poetry skills and talent. Qi Pingchuan wrote a stunning little poem. If Zhao Fushang cannot respond to it with the corresponding poem, he will give up.

However……

Zhao Fushang doesn't want to give in.

Losing means that your plan fails, and the power of Shuangyang City will be completely inseparable from you.

The Empress's dream will be even further away.

And she didn't believe that Qi Pingchuan could write this small poem and could continue to write another poem. It was already amazing to get one of the poems with a wonderful hand. If he could write another poem, would he still be a human being?

Of course Qi Pingchuan is a human being.

So, he will definitely lose!

Zhao Fushang pondered for a moment and said a short poem about the boudoir written by a woman.

Qi Pingchuan continued without thinking, "The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow."

Zhao Fushang: "???"

Another sentence that I have never heard of before, and... is still beautiful.

Could it be written now?

this……

He was unwilling to believe that someone could write two masterpieces in a row in such a short period of time. This was no longer a talented man, but an immortal.

When Qi Pingchuan saw Zhao Fushang's expression, he guessed what was going on and smiled lightly, "Then I'll continue to make up for it."

After a little thought, I slowly recited this song "A Plum Blossom" by Li Qingzhao:

The fragrance of red lotus roots leaves the remaining jade mushrooms, and the autumn is lightly untied, and the orchid boat is alone.

Who sends a brocade letter in the clouds?

When the word "天" returns, the moon fills the west building.

Flowers fall and water flows.

A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows.

This situation cannot be eliminated.

I just browed but fell into my heart.

Zhao Fushang's delicate body trembled, his cherry lips opened slightly, and his heart was already covered in a mess.

She was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this boudoir poem. She seemed to have a beautiful boudoir in front of her. A shy woman sat by the window with her face on her face, and the lovesickness filled her heart.

Uncontrollably, Zhao Fushang felt pity and love in his heart.

What a wonderful poem about lovesickness for women!

Especially when he just brows, he gave a few sentences to the heart, and described the lovesickness that he wanted to say but stopped, which was simply the stroke of the immortal flying outside the sky, and it was so wonderful.

It took me a long time to get out of the artistic conception of this small poem, and then...

She was completely messy.

What happened in front of her had long exceeded her perception.

Throughout history, the most legendary story of those great scholars and literary masters who have been famous in history is the talented man who has become a poet in seven steps. However, compared with the one in front of him, it is really shabby.

Perhaps, he is really a rare genius in the world?!

Zhao Fushang had to accept his fate.

There was a fire burning on his face, and he felt extremely ashamed. He wanted to dig a hole in the pleasure boat, and just drilled into the hole and hid in the river, without any face to see anyone again.

I actually tried to destroy him with poetry.

Now it seems that it is just a humiliation.

Forget it.

Zhao Fushang sighed, "It's my family who lost."

Qi Pingchuan waved his hand generously and said shamelessly: "Not bad, Miss Liangliang, you are very awesome. You should be pressureless to win an ordinary young talent. Unfortunately, I am a great talent. It is not easy or valuable to be able to support me for a few rounds."

Zhao Fushang snorted and couldn't help but smile.

After all, he was very frivolous in the face and quickly calmed down his mind. His sincere admiration appeared in his eyes, "Young Master Qi is a talented person and also in charge of the security of a county. He has outstanding abilities. He will rule the Shuangyang Ming Qingfeng. I never thought that he would have such talent. I really admire him."

Qi Pingchuan is quite funny.

Don’t admire men, but be long, long.

You can't help but refuse to accept it. Even if you are a courtesy who is proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I, Qi Aotian, are Wen Copyright, and I am a literary master. Compared with the article, I am destined to be the literary master who can see the world.

You are all brothers.

This is just a way to bring out Li Yu and Li Qingzhao. If you invite Li Bai and Du Fu's poems through the ages, or Zhang Ruoxu's spring moonlit night, Wang Bo's Tengwang Pavilion Preface, Su Xian's big river flows eastward, Xin Qiji's breaking formation...

I can't imagine the consequences, and I can make this literary giant who has conquered the world so ashamed that he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

With a long sigh, he looked up at the high altitude outside the window forty-five degrees, "The sky did not give birth to me, and the literary way is as eternal as the long night."

I feel very happy.

This sentence is also a test-free sentence, and it is very skilled.

Zhao Fushang was sad.

This sentence is really crazy, and it is crazy about the sky.

But she had to admit that many talented scholars have always been lonely, arrogant and arrogant.

What's more, Qi Pingchuan is indeed qualified to say this.

Qi Pingchuan was indifferent to his mood, "I will stop here by making friends with poetry. If there is nothing wrong, I will go back."

In theory, after experiencing such elegant things, I have conquered this female champion with my absolutely distinct talent. Next, I just need to drink some wine, touch the bee's waist and buttocks to tease her, and I will naturally be confused and indulged in love. Then, the dry firewood will burn if it doesn't light it. Finally, the lotus tent is warm and the spring breeze is prideful, and the horse's hooves will be fast, and this perfect autumn night is spent.

However, there is a fierce wife in the family.

What's more, Zhao Fushang's purpose is impure, so Qi Pingchuan naturally dared not be careless.

Zhao Fushang knew how to advance and retreat, and stood up, his eyebrows and eyes were as charming as spring water, and said gently: "I send you my son to you. If you are not busy in the future, the son will come here. Liang Si Huabo, just like my family, will be opened by the son regardless of day or night."

I'll wipe it!

Qi Pingchuan's heart was rippling, and he almost wanted to stay. This was a naked hint that the door was opened for you.

I endure it!

...

...

On the banyan tree, Pei Yuxie Shang Yousu, who was watching Qi Pingchuan leave, "Can you bear this fairy?"

Shang Yousu snorted.

Pei Yu continued to add fuel to the fire, "I see that your young master will be eaten by this fairy sooner or later."

Shang Yousu has a black face, "She dares!"

Pei Yu shrugged and suddenly asked, "Are those two poems written by you? How could he, a big man, write such boudoir words? Is there a daughter in his body? "

Shang Yousu Wei was angry, "Don't mess with my son!"

Pei Yu smiled helplessly.

If she no longer teases this little maid, she really can't win now.

I felt a little funny in my heart.

First, the heaven will not give birth to you, the sword will be like a long night, and now there will be another heaven will not give birth to you, and the literary will be like a long night. Will the heaven will not give birth to you, and the military will be like a long night?

So shameless.

interesting.
Chapter completed!