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Chapter 40 39. A word of winter hunting, Yan Jinliu bone (third!)
Although Xia Yan's hunting has been completed, the winter hunting is not yet over. Although he, the future emperor, is not in power, he still has to put on airs.

Seeing the sun move, Lin Ying moved from the west.

Yunlu Mountain, surrounded by gray mist, looks like a big well, the surrounding is gray and gloomy, and the upper part is rose red.

Suddenly, Meng Yuanqing smiled slyly at him, and then said: "Your Majesty told me that Your Highness's writing skills are brilliant, if not better, His Highness will recite a poem based on this winter."

"Don't sing."

Xia Yan flatly rejected it.

Meng Yuanqing narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "This is the order from the empress. If you don't believe me, go back to the palace and ask the empress. What the empress means is to let you establish a better image in front of everyone."

"The imperial concubine's oral order?"

"Well, chanting or not?"

"Since the empress said it, what's the problem?"

"Goose goose goose" Meng Yuanqing was very satisfied, and also found it very interesting, and even laughed out loud. Using this unrestrained false identity to speak made her feel like "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger" all the time.

It seems that this little waste watch actually has a lot of respect for himself.

Xia Yan thought it was normal.

He is now helpless in this dangerous world, and can only follow behind that empress' "tiger butt".

Lu hexagram, there is a saying in [-]: Lu Dao is frank and honest, and the lonely person is Zhenji.

It means that if you follow the tiger's buttocks and walk cautiously, you will inevitably have a bright future. If you hide like a hermit, if you persist, you will be lucky.

And that's what he's doing.

Seeing that the winter hunting still has some time to end.

Meng Yuanqing asked again: "What kind of person do you think the empress is?"

Xia Yan said: "Don't talk about the mother of the country."

Meng Yuanqing said: "According to seniority, the empress is my aunt, I just want to know what His Highness thinks of my aunt."

Xia Yan couldn't praise the old clapper out of conscience, so he could only keep silent.

Meng Yuanqing said again: "Actually, the empress intends to enter into a marriage with the Meng family, what do you think, Your Highness?"

Xia Yan glanced at Miss Meng's face.

This face is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is like a dream, but it is so similar to "Xiao Yu'er", which makes him shudder.

However, he also knew that since he wanted to be the emperor, this concubine must be indispensable.

Judging from the attitude of the old clapper, he must marry the Meng family.

So, he asked, "Do you have any other marriageable women in Mengjia?"

Meng Yuanqing smiled gracefully.

Xia Yan hastily added: "Except for you."

Meng Yuanqing's smile stopped abruptly:? ? ?
The queen was a little confused, she really didn't understand why this little trash's sweetheart was obviously this woman, but now she was facing the upgraded version of this woman, but kept running away.

The situation is a bit embarrassing.

Xia Yan turned her head slightly, trying to find another girl in Meng's house.

Meng Yuanqing's face was a little dark.

Xia Yan's eyes lit up, and he found it. His eyes fell on a girl in armor holding a long spear in Mengjia. The girl had a beautiful face. In the cold sunset of winter, she looked a little cold and a little lonely.

Xia Yan asked: "Miss, I don't know."

"Hmph!" Meng Yuanqing rolled her eyes, and interrupted his continued questioning with a cold snort.

That girl...is one of the future pillars she cultivated, how could she be ruined by a little trash?
In the palace of the little trash, all you need is to raise some women from aristocratic families who have big buttocks, are easy to breed, and can achieve the effect of marriage. They don't need to be talented or capable.

After a while.

The sky is dead.

The long lamps are several miles away, like stars on the ground, shining on this ancient mountain and ancient plain.

The winter hunting is over, everyone is happy and returns with a full load.

On the high platform, Xia Yan wrote a pen, and he had no choice but to write a copy of the document again.

The dragon and the phoenix danced, swaying the big brush, and immediately put down the pen and ink, and went to the audience without reading.

But the scribe was holding the rice paper in a daze, looking at the words and words on the paper, his beard trembled a little.

He hadn't read it for a long time, and many people ran up to it.

one look.

Suddenly someone read out.

"Guan Dongshou was written with feelings.

Drunk with a light on to watch the arrows, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns.

Eight hundred miles away, under his command, the fifty strings turned over the sound of the cock, and the battlefield was in the fall.

Ma Zuo soars fast, and his bow is like a thunderbolt.

After the king's world affairs, he won the name after his life.

Why did it happen in vain? "

Looking at the characters again, they are painted on iron with silver hooks, just like carved with a knife. It is a truly unprecedented brushwork in this world.

The scribe clutching the paper trembled and said: "The writing is good, and the words are also good! Vigorous and powerful, the words are like knives, penetrating three points into wood, as if the battlefield is in front of you, the old man also put on the armor once, singing wildly, riding a horse and soaring into the clouds."

Another mighty dignified man in brocade clothes squeezed over to have a look, but his figure was trembling, and he murmured: "Follow the king's affairs, and win the fame before and after his life. Why did it happen in vain?

it is good!it is good!it is good!Just reading this, I feel a sense of great ambition in my heart, like a raging fire.

Why did it happen in vain?Why did it happen in vain?That’s right, we should be forging ahead and being brave, why should we care about the passing of time, hahaha! "

Everyone is not stupid.

What kind of thing is the Third Highness, he knows everything.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something wrong with the arrow that killed the double-headed rhino before?
But now this poem is not fake.

Because the word just fits the word.

Why are His Highness's words so powerful?
The widow of Boyanghou's family also squeezed past, but she couldn't understand what Xia Yan wrote. She was just a little puzzled when she saw everyone's red faces praising her.

Huo Junxiong also couldn't understand it, so he just said: "It's better than my father's."

Miss Meng knew that His Highness's calligraphy was average and soft, just like when he was a boy, he couldn't stand up, straighten his back, so he asked a scribe to read poems on a high place.

Originally, she thought that reading poems would be a romance, but at this moment, the situation was clearly out of control.

Curiosity arose in her heart, so someone called the scribe over, and she took a look at the rice paper, her eyes were immediately attracted.

This word is good.
This word is better.

It’s not that this character has been written so superbly that it has reached its peak, but that this character has opened up a path that no one has ever seen before, and it can be regarded as a self-created one.
She had never seen such a character that was wielding like a knife, powerful and leaping like a dragon.

It is as free and easy as a tendon, and as sharp as a bone, it is really majestic.

In fact, this word is very common in Blue Star, it is the word of Liu Yan two masters, known as "Yan Jin Liu Gu".

The queen's eyes lowered slightly, and she suddenly remembered that when "the first time we met", she asked the little waste, "Does Your Highness also like calligraphy", but the little waste replied "I don't like it".

Bold!

How dare you lie to me!

When she turned her head, she saw that the young man had already gone away as he walked towards the setting sun.

He stepped on the stone path up the mountain, isolated from the crowd, and looked inexplicably lonely from the back.

"Worthy of being Emperor Wen."

The old clapper had already selected this posthumous title in his heart.

However, Meng Yuanqing's title of "Book Crazy" is famous all over the world, this is not a lie.

Lao Bangzi really likes poetry and calligraphy.

Because poetry can be used to comprehend the artistic conception, and calligraphy can be used to understand characters. These can not only cultivate temperament, but also boost strength.

You must know that after the heavenly rank, you are the great master.

The great master has four small realms.

Look at the end of the world, travel thousands of miles, see Kunlun in the world.

what for?

Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world, this is the heart of the master.

Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. This is the practice of the master.

Therefore, if you understand the world and see through all kinds of prosperity, you can finally see that Kunlun ascends to the sky.

(End of this chapter)