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"This is..." Han Qingzhu's eyes lit up, staring at the quatrains written on the paper.

"The day is slanting in the mighty sorrow of leaving, and the chanting whip is pointing to the end of the world."

"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Han Qingzhu said three "good" words in a row, and looked at the fairy gourd ancestor with a proud face, "Ancestor, look, how about this poem?"

Patriarch Xiangou looked at the poem deeply, and nodded slowly after a long while.

"Okay!" The ancestor of the fairy gourd nodded slightly, "The sorrow of separation in the first two sentences of this poem is bold and unrestrained in the infinite emotion. A mighty, a world, full of pride, this kind of poetry, should be worthy Go to the military."

"The last two sentences are written differently, expressing the ambition to protect the country from the feeling of parting. Instead of using Lu Daru's 'scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same', even if the petals fall, they must be soiled to care for the flowers. The intention is lofty, The layout is grand, but, it's unlucky!"

At the end of the speech, the ancestor of the fairy gourd frowned slightly, and said slowly.

"Hahahaha" Han Qingsong laughed loudly, "The old ancestor's words are wrong. I am most satisfied with these last two sentences."

"What I want in my life is to protect the country and the people. Ever since I joined the army, I have never thought of dying on my bed. Bloody battles against barbaric enemies, shrouded in horse leather, will be a real man!"

"It's just that I said it myself, and it's inevitable that my mouth will be bloody and angry. This boy Chen uses flowers as a metaphor, which is exactly what I want, and it is exactly what I want."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, with a narrow smile in his eyes: "Boy Chen, why are there only poems but no titles?"

After a pause, he continued: "The old man thinks the title of the poem about bamboo is very good!"

Han Yunge laughed from the side, and Chen Luo immediately understood Han Qingsong's meaning, and quickly said: "This poem is called "Ying Hua"

"Hahahahaha, what a good name!" Han Qingsong smiled again, and looked at Cheng Yunge: "Yunge, let's start the banquet, let the chef cook the messy pig given by the emperor, and have a big meal today!"

"Yes!" Yun Ge also nodded with a smile, turned around and left the main hall.

At this time, the ancestor of the fairy gourd looked at Chen Luo, his old eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking

I don't know who it is, spread the new book written by Chen Luo in the Military Minister's Mansion, and the limelight of the new poem overwhelmed today's latest eighth chapter of Xiaoao Jianghu!

Of course, there were rumors that Han Qingsong's housekeeper and some literati had been seen secretly saying something.

Wenchang Pavilion.

"Old man!" Yan Baichuan disrupted the chessboard in front of him, "There are two of them! You have not yet set out to fight, but you have obtained two famous poems through the ages, I am so angry!"

Daru, who was sitting opposite Yan Baichuan, twitched his face. Looking at the disordered chessboard, he clearly won with three moves left.

"It's no wonder that in Wenchang Pavilion, Wen Xiang's chess game is also called the random killing game, so that's how it is!"

Zheliu Academy.

"This Han Qingzhu is so shameless!" Kong Tianfang was furious, "In terms of friendship, how could he be as close as we are to Wan Anbo? How could he get another good poem for nothing!"

"Go, send a letter with the other seven colleges, and ask them to come to Zheliu Academy for a gathering. I will increase the number of newspapers and supplements by another [-] copies!"

Earl's Court.

"I'm so pissed off!" Song Tuizhi was angry when he heard Wei Yan's report, "This Han Qingzhu cheated poetry from my junior brother again! My junior brother, if I just send some treasures to my door, I will send it away." Why do you want to write poetry?"

"No, I have to report this matter to my mentor. Since I have taken the poems of the younger brother, they will contribute to the younger brother's enlightenment in the future, and no one can escape!"

Yuyinyuan.

Luo Hongnu, who was dressed in red and looked south, was lazily sleeping on the recliner, looking at the remaining flowers in the courtyard, with a look of melancholy and regret on her delicate face.

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness"

"It really knows how to write people's hearts, it really is a song full of lovesickness."

"But what about lovesickness?"

"The king is at the head of the river, and the slave is at the end of the river. I miss you every day and don't see you. We drink the water of the river together."

"Girl, girl!" The maidservant in pink ran all the way into Luo Hongnu's boudoir, "Miss!"

"Reckless, what about the rules? You won't be able to promise a good family after this." Luo Hongnu scolded.

The servant girl smiled and said, "It will be fine for the servant girl to stay with the girl for the rest of her life."

"Spoken nonsense again!"

"Girl, Wan Amber has written a new work. It just came out, I'm afraid you don't know, so I ran faster."

"A new work? But a new song? Who did he write it for?" Luo Hongnu quickly sat up straight and asked nervously.

"Don't worry, girl." The servant girl smiled and said, "It's not a song, nor is it a poem for other women, it's for a soldier."

Luo Hongnu didn't know why, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Yongzhu, I know."

"No, it's a new poem." Saying that, the maidservant read out this hymn to flowers.

After Luo Hongnu listened silently, her heart felt hot, and she repeated: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

"Why is this person so good at writing? It's obviously a poem about aspirations, but different people read it with different flavors. Who says he's heartless, and which flower does he want to protect!"

"What an enemy."

Luo Hongnu thought about it, her pretty face became hot, and she blushed.

"Lu Tong, why are there so many people outside?" Chen Luo came back in the carriage, and found that the door was full of people. Worried that the readers sent the blades, he hurriedly let the groom come in through the back door.

Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo sadly: "Uncle, didn't you give poems to the soldiers?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Lu Tong sighed: "It has spread all over the city. You used a famous poem through the ages as a door-to-door salute, and now all the princes, nobles, civil and military officials in the city have sent you invitations, inviting you to visit Let me tell you about it."

"Even the Prime Minister and the Minister of Law sent people to send posts!"

Chen Luo was startled, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Fortunately, Prime Minister Wen didn't join in the fun."

"Wenxiang's family members came over and said that he will come to the door in a few days and let you prepare by yourself."

Chen Luo's heart sank, and he looked at Ji Zhong: "Xiao Ji, go clean up, let's go to Sanxizhuang these two days."

At this moment, Song Tuizhi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Luo.Just as Chen Luo was about to salute, Song Tuizhi suddenly stood in front of Chen Luo, looking into a void.

"Old gourd, stop joking with the younger generation."

"Hohohohohohoho, little Yongzi, so you're here too." The space that was originally empty was distorted, and a figure appeared. It was Chen Luo who had seen the ancestor of the fairy gourd in the military minister's mansion before.

Song Tuizhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "My benefactor bestows the word Tui, the name of bravery won't last long."

Chen Luo already looked at Song Tuizhi, so his senior brother's name was Song Yong?

So tacky, puff

The muscles on Song Tuizhi's face twitched, and he looked at Patriarch Immortal Gourd with some displeasure: "Old Gourd, why are you following my junior brother?"

Hearing Song Tuizhi's question about the business, Patriarch Xiangou looked at Chen Luo and smiled again: "Originally, I wanted to take care of you kid and let you get a favor, so I could ask you to do something."

"I didn't expect Xiao Yongzi to follow you. That old man is really troubled."

Song Tuizhi: (д)

If you call me Xiaoyongzi again, I will go crazy, I am so old!

Chen Luo hurriedly saluted: "Mother-in-law is being polite, I don't know what mother-in-law needs my help for?"

Just kidding, Daxuan logistics boss, Daoist veteran, this is also a golden thigh, you have to call the police.

The fairy gourd patriarch waved his hand: "You're welcome, you're welcome, it's just a whim"

Saying that, the fairy gourd patriarch shook his hand, and saw that he was holding a gourd vine in his hand, and seven miniature gourds hung on the gourd vine, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, really small and exquisite.

"I want to ask Xiaoyou Chen to help hatch these seven little gourds!"

Chen Luo was startled, and a melody sounded in his head——

"Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang"