Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Li Xin's voice is very clear and refreshing, and when he recites his poems, he is full of accents, making people feel like spring breeze. In addition, he was born white, with eyebrows flying into the temples, and if his eyes contained stars, he looked even more beautiful and extraordinary at this moment. Chen Youlan's heart trembled, his face changed slightly, and she wrote this poem on the paper with a composure.

Yanxiao, light rain, and the sky.

When Chen Youlan took Li Xin's pen and paper, he imagined what kind of verse he would make. To be honest, her best expectation is only the level of "Qixi night will be drunk in the Spring Tower". She never thought that such a beautiful sentence would come out of Li Xin's mouth.

Yes, this poem is very beautiful, simple and beautiful.

Li Xin saw that Chen Youlan had written the last word "empty" in her lowercase letters, and then read: "Yinhan Qiuqi is the same forever..."

Chen Youlan wrote another line quickly, her wrist trembling slightly, and she could hardly hold the pen.

"Yinhan Qiuqi... Eternal Same." She said silently in her heart again, as if her eyes passed through countless distant time and space, and she saw the everlasting bright Milky Way, and a sense of insignificance was in her heart. Raw. She couldn't help taking a peek at Li Xin, and she was actually facing those smiling eyes.

Li Xin is also looking at her.

She hurriedly lowered her head, coughed slightly, and put herself in a writing posture, pretending that her glance was just to show that she had finished writing, urging Li Xin to read it as soon as possible. No one saw the blush on her face, and no one could hear the violent heartbeat in her chest.

Li Xin's voice is not small, and most of the people present can hear his poems clearly. Even if there are some people who can't hear it, they can hear the whispered narration from the people beside him. For a while, everyone calmed down and looked at Li Xin who was sitting casually on his seat with shiny eyes called "worship".

Qin Huaiyu is too. He never thought that one day he would hear such beautiful verses from Li Xin's mouth.

Is this still the Chu King Li Xin who wandered around Chang'an with him all day long and would beat him up if he was upset? Isn't it someone fake?

He was convinced that he had never read these two poems anywhere else, and that Li Xin would never find someone who could write this kind of poem to ghost him.

Just imagine, how could someone who can write such a verse not know what kind of poem it is? Just look at the first two sentences, this is definitely a poem that can be passed down through the ages. Which scholar would be willing to give up this opportunity to go down in history to others? Even if you are noble as the king of Chu, there is absolutely no way to force others to do such a thing.

Therefore, no matter how unbelievable it is, there is only one truth: this poem was really written by Li Xin!

Qin Huaiyu looked at Li Xin and let out a silent "Wow". If Li Xin can free up a little attention on Qin Huaiyu at this moment, he will definitely feel all over his body hairy. Because Qin Huaiyu's eyes were a bit too hot, it was a bit dangerous, and it was so dangerous that people could not help but think in weird directions.

But Li Xinshi is not free.

He read aloud: "A few joys and hatreds, every year and in the middle of the night."

Chen Youlan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and quickly wrote on the paper, while his lips squirmed gently at the same time, and then read it silently.

The audience was silent, only Aunt Hu stood silently in the middle of the hall and looked around. Seeing the sigh and melancholy expression on the faces of the scholars present, why didn't she understand what was going on?

Obviously, it's a good poem again. No, a good poem is no longer enough to describe this poem, but with her cultural level, she can't really think of a better word than "good poem", she can only be excited. His face was flushed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of ruining the atmosphere. She knew that in that case, it would definitely provoke countless glances of the scholars on the scene, and maybe even someone would yell at it.

After a while, Chen Youlan finished writing the last word, holding up the pen and stopping in the air, before putting it down for a long time, there is still a lingering sorrow lingering in his heart.

The unchanging emotions of Cowherd and Weaver Girl slowly settled down in the almost eternal night sky, and also in the hearts of everyone who looked up at the night sky.

The maid took the paper carefully and delivered it to the beautiful girl in the attic. Xiuxiu glanced down, rolled up the paper valuably, arched her hand in Li Xin's direction, and said, "Thank you, gentleman, for allowing her maid to have the honor to hear these verses. Even if she died in an instant, she has no complaints. No regrets."

Li Xin saw that everyone present was impressed. Although his heart was a little dark and refreshing, he didn't feel dizzy. He immediately flicked his sleeves and waved his hands with great grace, and said with a smile: "Girl Xiuxiu said something serious."

What a humble, polite and talented young man!

All the people present seemed to have recovered, and they clapped again, a bit more enthusiastic than when they applauded for "Qiao Qiao", and from time to time there were words such as "Eternal Singing" mixed in.

Qin Huaiyu also laughed loudly: "Good poem, good poem, it's a pity that you didn't bring your wine with you, Xinzi, otherwise I'm going to confess!"

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you just trying to lie to me again? That's so nice!"

Qin Huaiyu smiled more brilliantly.

Chen Youlan blinked and looked at Li Xin who was laughing with his friends in front of him, as if there was no way to overlap him with the Li Xin who was reading the poem just now.

Just now Li Xin was like a banished immortal, but now it seems to have faded away from all his auras, and turned back to the king of Chu who is rich in clothes and food. Which one is the real him?

Chen Youlan couldn't answer, he always felt that Li Xin's figure gradually became confusing in his eyes.

At this time, the girl Xiuxiu asked loudly from the attic: "Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me!"

As soon as she spoke, the noisy hall below gradually quieted down.

She continued: "Dare to ask if you think it is necessary to continue today's poem meeting?"

No one was speaking in the hall below, and after a while, there was a clash of wine glasses—everyone, except Li Xin and Chen Youlan, drank three glasses in a row without saying a word, and shouted "Happy" after drinking. So much. Their actions speak for themselves.

Li Xin heard someone not far away sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect to hear such good poems in succession tonight. It is a worthwhile trip! I don't know whose prince can make such a great poem. , Presumably it will never be a problem in the future."

He shook his head amusedly in his heart: He is already the noble King of Chu, so how can he go smoothly? Unless you enter the dynasty as an official, and then hold a formal official position, it’s better to think about that kind of thing. How can you be comfortable when you are an official?

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