Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 49 Damn it, Qing Gong ran away?
After watching people dancing, the literati rushed to come up with the poems they had prepared before. Everyone came to this poetry meeting for Lu Qingqing, so the poems were naturally prepared for Lu Qingqing.

For example, the last sentence of Yan Jidao's first sentence was not as good as Qingqing's, which was to pave the way for Lu Qingqing to come on stage immediately.

One can imagine how well-known Lu Qingqing is throughout Bianjing.

Qian Jinbo smiled. If he took out his poems now, he might be favored by Lu Qingqing. Talking about poems and songs in his boudoir was already beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"This song is written so seriously that the beauty of the ancient and modern lotuses can hide the shame of the jade. I am afraid that the boy from the Wang family will become famous in the capital tonight."

"On the peach evening of Xiaochun, clouds pile up on the temples, cherry blossoms bloom on the lips, and the pomegranate teeth are fragrant. It is quite the style of the ancients. It is really wonderful to write!"

"All gods praise, fairies dance"

Zhao He on the side was speechless when he heard this. He felt deeply that his attainments in Northern Song Dynasty poetry had reached its peak, and he was also startled by the lively scene in front of him.

Zhou Fei didn't understand those words, but he knew they were all praise for Lu Qingqing, so he tried his best to write down a few words, and he would talk to her when he met a girl he liked in the future.

He felt that his visit today was worth it. He drank three bottles of the five-cup Chunhua Brewing alone, and he didn't miss any of the food and wine. He also saw so many beauties.

It's a huge profit.

Hang out with Lang Jun and eat ten meals in three days!
In the audience, Lu Qingqing's voice was ethereal, and he reviewed some of the most outstanding poems. The literati who read the lyrics became excited, hoping that tonight he could leave some unforgettable memories with the woman in front of him.

"Qingqing likes this poem very much"

Qin Wan, the goblin, had already left. Zhao He didn't pay much attention at that time, he just looked at the woman in the audience and marveled.

Putting the flower basket aside, there were more than thirty flowers in it. Zhao He could not help but mutter: "Brother Zhou, you just don't want to reward me, what are you keeping these flowers for?"

When Zhou Fei heard this, he immediately remembered it, took the flower basket and started throwing flowers on it.

Lu Qingqing was reviewing poetry, and the literati and poets were all listening attentively. Still Hua always felt a little out of place here.

Zhao and the other two thought that they would forget it after throwing them away, so each of them took some.

"Xiao Langjun, I've finished rewarding you!"

Zhao He nodded. The matter of spending money has to be done slowly. The pleasure and enjoyment of spending money must be achieved.

Seeing that there were still people offering rewards, Lu Qingqing paid a distant greeting to Zhao He after reviewing a poem.

The maid below came on stage and quickly brought a new poem. Lu Qingqing was slightly surprised after reading it.

"There is a good poem here in Qingqing. You might as well listen to it."

Everyone is naturally interested in someone who can be praised by Lu Qingqing.

"Qingqing, whatever you say."

"We're all listening here."

"I just want to see how stunning and beautiful this poem is to capture Qingqing's eyes."

The woman smiled gracefully and was thinking about it.

A flower was thrown down and hit Lu Qingqing squarely on the head.

Lu Qingqing looked slightly stunned and looked up at the place where the flowers had been thrown.

Many guests also looked over with unkind expressions.

Zhao He was suddenly embarrassed: "Accidents, they are all accidents, please continue."

Then a cold snort was heard.

Lu Qingqing no longer cared and planned to continue reading poems.

"There is no beauty in a thousand years, and a beauty is a beauty."

hiss~
There was a sound of gasping, and everyone was amazed, and they all chewed up the benefits of this poem.

"The writing is straightforward and simple, but the intention is quite high. It has no peerless beauty throughout the ages. It is a comprehensive work of ancient and modern times."

"And the pleasantness of the second half of the sentence is a beautiful woman, which directly contrasts with the immeasurable beauty of the first half of the sentence, which is indeed somewhat good."

Zhao He was stunned after hearing this, and suddenly turned his head to look at his own poems.

Didn't I put it there?Why is it gone?

Why did it end up in Lu Qingqing's hands?

"Qingqing, where is the second half of the palace?"

"Yeah, everyone wants to hear it."

Lu Qingqing smiled again and said: "The beauty of the country and the city is shocking to everyone in the world."

After everyone listened, they all nodded slightly. "The concept of the whole article is good, but the wording and sentences are a little rough, and there is still a gap compared to those peak poems."

But this can be considered first-class. The key is that the meaning expressed is clear and straightforward, and it is also catchy.

"There is no beauty in the ages, and beauty is what pleases the eye. This poem is really good. I'm afraid it will be circulated in Bianjing tomorrow. I wonder who wrote it?"

"Looking at this poem, it is somewhat similar to Liu Qi's destiny, but he will not attend the poetry meeting now."

"Could it be that he is a descendant of Liu Qi?"

Lu Qingqing's eyes slowly fell on Zhao He's side, and he was about to speak with a smile in his eyes.

Zhao He was stupid, he couldn't let this poem know that he wrote it!
He can't become famous because it will affect subsequent operations!
Why did I write this with such a stupid hand, and the goblin took it away.

No, something must be done.

"Well!"

Lu Qingqing suddenly felt pain and rubbed her head, because another flower just fell on her head, and it was the stem of the flower, which hurt very much.

Everyone immediately looked at Zhao He angrily, "It's enough once, why do you want to do it a second time?"
You did it on purpose!
Zhou Fei was also confused and asked: "Little Langjun?"

Zhao He was in a panic. Rather than being scolded by these people, the author of this poem must not be revealed!
The influence of this poetry society is very great. Once word spreads, it will spread throughout the upper class society.

Although this poem is not as good as others, it was praised by Lu Qingqing himself, so its reputation will not be diminished.

Lu Qingqing resisted being speechless and rubbed his head.

"This must be a misunderstanding. You don't have to be angry."

She is still good at observing the situation and knows that this poem is not good for Zhao He, and she is more willing to take the overall situation into consideration.

"Qingqing, don't pay attention to that bumpkin, just say what you want."

"Yes, who wrote this poem?"

There was anger in everyone's words, but more of it was curiosity about the author of the poem.

Lu Qingqing calmed down and thought about how to tell the boy who threw the flower, another flower was thrown on her head.

"."

The whole place was silent.

One can be said to be an accident, two can be said to be accidental, what else can you say about three?
Do you dare to say you didn't do it on purpose?

This time, Lu Qingqing turned to look at Zhao He, his eyes slightly red.

"Although I am a brothel girl, I still rely on my own ability to make a living. Why does the husband humiliate me so much?"

After that, Lu Qingqing turned around and left angrily, throwing all the poems on the ground.

Even though he was Zhou Fei, he also knew that the situation at this time would not be too good.

"Xiao Langjun, what are you doing!"

Zhao He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the author of the poem didn't read it out!

comfortable!
But when he saw the eyes of countless people looking at him, he was immediately stunned.

"It's all misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding"

"I misunderstood your mother! Someone, drag this man out and cut off his hands!"

"Which family are you from? Miss Qingqing has already begged for you, why are you so ignorant?"

They won't be angry because of Lu Qingqing's indignant stance, they will only feel sorry for him, after all, he has a high attitude.

Therefore, all the attacks fell on Zhao He's side.

Zhou Fei saw that something was wrong: "Xiao Langjun, let's run away?"

Zhao He nodded vigorously: "Let's go quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"If you can't walk up the stairs, go here!"

Zhou Fei pulled Zhao He to the window, and a princess immediately hugged him to save him. Zhao He was confused. It must be 20 meters underground!

"Brother Zhou, why don't we go this way? I'm afraid!"

"If you don't leave, you will die here!"

Zhou Fei jumped up and walked on the eaves.

Damn it?Qinggong?
(End of this chapter)