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Chapter 37: Three Poems and Four Poems

Yulu gave a eviction order on the grounds of her physical discomfort, but she also did enough etiquette and gave some compensation, which is considered a kind of heart. Moreover, the purpose of visiting the brothel is to make fun, not to make trouble. Although everyone is a little bit disappointed. , But it’s still restrained after all.

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand dollars. Since they are here, they are definitely not ready to go back, so the sons who have not yet been accompanied by the celebrities go to the second floor, and are ready to find a girl who pleases Ruyi Scepter to study how to explain the profound things in a simple way.

In the elegant hall, only the talented Chen Qingchuan expressed deep dissatisfaction.

If Li Jinfeng hadn’t come out to make trouble, Yulu would have no reason to reject him, and he would have become the big winner tonight.

Jiangnan talented Tang Shuwen was originally very depressed. After all, Chen Qingchuan was stabilizing his head, but now he is secretly refreshed, especially when he sees Chen Qingchuan’s anger but can’t be angry, it’s so cool!

“Brother Chen, that’s all, go to the second floor and pick a girl to go to bed, otherwise you will be late, and your old friend Jinliu girl will be preempted by others.”

Zhang Henian comforted Chen Qingchuan, and then grabbed Houhou’s fragrant shoulders and staggered towards the direction of her fragrant boudoir.

Chen Qingchuan’s temperament is that he doesn’t give up when he doesn’t see the Yellow River, he doesn’t break through Nanshan and he doesn’t look back.

He stopped in front of Miss Yulu and said with a sullen face: “Miss Yulu, it’s not my son who insists on being abruptly beautiful, but she is really happy to see Lie’s masterpiece and wants to see Master Li’s masterpiece.”

Yulu knew that if Chen Qingchuan was not allowed to give up, she would not want to leave easily.

Moreover, people have to show their faces for a fight, how can she stop?

Yulu smiled sweetly: “Young Master Li’s poems are naturally excellent. Since Young Master Chen wants to see it quickly, let the Nujia read it to you.”

“I also invite Miss Yulu to chant and listen carefully. Wait a minute, everyone, it is better to stay and read the masterpiece of Li Gongzi. If Li Gongzi is really a great talent in the world, why should I wait for him to make a name for him. If Li Jinfeng is just bluffing, then he will be ruined. !”

Chen Qingchuan straightened his clothes and showed a trace of arrogance on his face, generous and generous.

He also had speculations in his mind, maybe Yulu was unwilling to wait in bed, so he used Li Jinfeng as a shield. Even the two people are suspected of deliberate collusion, wanting to end the banquet in this way.

The sons and buddies who were about to leave are also halting.

what.

There seems to be another good show on stage?

Then join in for the excitement.

A trace of obsession flashed in Yulu’s eyes, and then she lightly opened her mouth and chanted softly:

“Like Altair, Jiaojiaohe Han girl.”

In just a few strokes, the distance between the two men and women who were unable to meet was depicted, and everyone nodded slightly.

“Slim and slender hands, Zhazha makes the machine.

Disorganized all day long, weeping like rain. ”

These two sentences present the scene of the Weaver girl weaving by hand, and because of the love of the man, we can not knit anything after a day, and weep because of longing, like the rain keeps falling.

This struggling woman appeared in everyone’s mind, which is really pitiful.

“He Han is clear and shallow, how many times will I go away?

In the surging water, the pulse cannot be spoken. ”

The last two sentences are even more worrying.

The distance between the two people is actually not a problem, but a galaxy obstruction makes it impossible for people to cross and get together. Even if there are thousands of affections, they can’t talk to each other, how can a word “miserable” be enough.

a long time.

The slightly depressed atmosphere on the court eased as everyone exhaled heavily.

“Oh, Master Li, the listener of this poem is sad, and those who hear it weep, but…” said the companion who came with Chen Qingchuan, “but if it’s only like this, brother Chen will be in the same position. ”

“No, it should be Li Gongzi slightly better. Li Gongzi used only 45 breaths to compose this poem, which is far less than the half tea time of Chen Gongzi.”

A certain neutral brother raised an objection.

“No, right? Time shouldn’t be counted like this. How do you know if Li Jinfeng pretended to be deliberately? Maybe they were thinking about this poem at the beginning, and then deliberately used the excuse of leaving the meeting to delay some time. That’s how the poem was made.”

Everyone nodded frequently, deeply agreeing.

For a time, Li Jinfeng’s insidious and cunning image made it easy for everyone to come to mind.

Yulu patrolled the crowd, and said lightly: “This is not the only one done by Li Gongzi.”

“what?

“and also?”

“How can this be?”

At this time, everyone was really shocked, dumbfounded, their faces full of disbelief.

It is extremely rare to make a masterpiece in half a cup of tea. Chen Qingchuan became the first of the four great talents because of his creativity and agility.

If Li Jinfeng’s two poems are really two poems, then as long as the quality of the second one does not differ too much, then Chen Qingchuan will be crushed directly.

Chen Qingchuan was full of consternation. For a long time, he has been called a quick-witted talent by the world, but now, someone has surpassed him in his most proud Realm?

He exclaimed, “This is impossible, I don’t believe it!”

There was a hint of irony at the corner of Yulu’s mouth.

I don’t know, I am taken aback.

This majesty is really far behind the city mansion, and Li Gongzi.

“Believe or not, the son knows as soon as he hears it.”

There was a trace of longing in Yulu’s eyes, and she whispered–

Red candle autumn light cold painting screen,

Qing Luo’s small fan flutters with fireflies.

The sky at night is as cool as water,

Lying down and watching the Altair Vega.

When the voice fell, everyone was shocked!

The previous song focused on the situation, portraying the infatuation and helplessness of the Weaver Girl to the fullest, but it did not go deep in the wording and arrangement of sentences.

And this song is not only perfect in its context and artistic conception, but also in the selection of words and sentences that seems to have been tempered.

Shangque, red candle, autumn light, painted screen, Luo fan, Liuying… seemingly arbitrary words, but without a certain foundation, they can’t be refined so concisely. All the words are combined together, and the artistic conception is natural. A playful woman rushed towards her face under the night sky in late autumn.

After going down, the pen was turned, the woman was tired after holding a fan and fluttering on the screen, she slept on the couch and looked up like a starry sky, and when she saw Altair and Vega, she thought of own love…

certainly.

The most shocking thing is that the mood of the person who recites this matter is different, and the artistic conception of the poem will change.

If you are lonely and sorrowful, all you can see is the cold autumn breeze and the cold night sky. Only fluttering to pass the time and relieve your sorrows. You can’t sleep late at night, as if you are thinking about it. Altair and Vega can still see each other, but they don’t even have the chance to meet their sweetheart.

If the last one is just a masterpiece, then this one already has the potential to become a masterpiece. As long as you spread it out and recite it for the world, I believe it will become a masterpiece within three months!

Li Jinfeng, a great talent too!

The corners of Chen Qingchuan’s mouth trembled, and he was in despair.

He was really hit hard.

In Realm, which I am best at, I was defeated.

No one can ease this blow.

But this is not over yet!

Yulu blew up the thunder that Li Xiao had planted. Her red lips slammed and said: “Li Gongzi wrote three poems in total. However, this third poem is very meaningful to the slave family. I will not recite it today. I hope you will understand. .”

Yulu raised the rice paper in her hand.

With a quick glance, there is indeed pen and ink on the third page.

f*ck!

Three songs!

Is that human being!

puff–

Finally unable to withstand the blow, Chen Qingchuan spit out an angry blood and fainted directly.