big dry son-in-law

Chapter 552: Wine Comes
"Damn it, third sister, who wrote that poem?"

"Are you talking about the one hanging in the palace?" Li Yulan said: "That was written by my father. It is definitely the best Qiqiaoci I have ever heard. I am afraid that only Lang Jun in this world can do something like my father." Here comes the poetry!”

Qin Mo smiled bitterly, this is what he did!

Then the problem is coming.

Where did Li Shilong hear this poem?

self-made?

Isn't this a mess!
He only wrote this poem for one person.

That is Xiao Miaozhen!

He knew that Xiao Miaozhen's Dharma name was definitely not the woman's real name.

He was wondering how to find her.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a clue here.

At that moment, he thought of a lot.

"Third sister, I can't make a Qiqiaoci as good as my father!"

At this time, Li Lizhen ran over and said, "Brother-in-law, you are back. Have you seen the Qigongci made by my father? If you drink some wine, you will definitely be able to make a Qigongci that is as good as my father."

As soon as these words came out, many people looked in Qin Mo's direction.

"Well, I can't write poetry, don't mess with me!" Qin Mo waved his hands repeatedly.

Although Li Yue was still a little angry, he was his brother after all, and he quickly said: "Sixth Sister, forget it, although the drunk fool is talented, it is not good for his health, and it may aggravate his Soul Leaving Syndrome.

You also know that he beat Qin Guogong at the court meeting last time. I'm afraid that if he gets worse again, he will beat himself! "

When Li Lizhen heard this, she felt it made sense, "Forget it, brother-in-law, your health is the most important thing!"

But I feel a little regretful, Qiqiao Festival, who doesn’t want to hear what amazing poems a drunken poet can create!

At this time, a man came over and said, "Qin Mo, I want to challenge you!"

"Stomachache?" Qin Mo was a little surprised. This guy hasn't shown his face for a long time. "You are sick. Why challenge me?"

During these days, Du Youwei shut himself up at home to study every day. Sometimes he would stay up all night just to write a poem or think of a satisfactory poem.

He just wants to prove that he is no worse than Qin Mo in poetry!
"If you win, the name of Shixian will be well deserved. If you lose, you can no longer call yourself Shixian!"

"You are really sick. When did I say that I was a Shixian? That was what they said!
If you want the title of Poet Immortal, just take it, let alone Poet Immortal, Poet God or Poet Sage will do! "

Qin Mo's nonchalant look made Du Youwei particularly indignant, "You have not learned anything since you were a child, so why do you speak so many words, each one of which is a quatrain that has been famous for thousands of years.

Scholars like us, who hang their heads from head to toe and have thorns in their buttocks, can’t get even one good sentence. Why? "

Du Youwei's words attracted everyone's attention.

The crowd gathered around.

Li Yue said: "Du Youwei, why should you challenge Jing Yun?"

"Just because he is a drunk poetry immortal, just because he is rated as an immortal by poets and poets. Since he has received this title, he must withstand the test!"

Du Youwei sneered: "You don't have to accept it, then you will be a coward and a poetry fairy from now on!"

Qin Mo was also speechless, "Compared with you, you lower my level!

I am competing, and I am also competing with my father. Look at my father’s Qiqiaoci poem, it is definitely an eternal quatrain.

Do you deserve it? "As soon as these words came out, no one thought there was a problem.

After all, Qin Mo's title of Drunken Poet Immortal was not earned for nothing.

That is recognized by everyone.

Li Shilong also came over, and the crowd automatically parted ways, "Forget it, Jingyun, the body is the most important thing. I got this song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" by chance. Such delicate words are not what I am good at!"

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched, "Let me just say, most of the poems written by my father are majestic, how could he be so obsessive!

Anyone who can write such poems is either a woman with a delicate mind, or she is an infatuated person! "

"You are right. This is indeed the work of a talented woman. However, she is indifferent to fame and wealth and does not care about it. I cherish her talent and cannot bear to have this eternal words buried, so I wrote it down for everyone to appreciate!"

Li Shilong was also embarrassed to take Xiao Yurou's poems as his own, which also paved the way for Xiao Yurou's future rise to power.

Qin Mo's heart was beating wildly. Has Li Shilong come into contact with Xiao Miaozhen?

And looking at Li Shilong's expression, he didn't even know that he was the one who made the words.

"Father, who is this female gentleman?" Qin Mo pretended to be curious.

"Let's talk about this later!" Li Shilong looked at Du Youwei and said, "I know you have a small talent. If you can match this Magpie Bridge Immortal, what if I make you the King of Poems and the King of Ci?"

Du Youwei didn't care about the King of Ci and Poetry. He just wanted to defeat Qin Mo, but he didn't dare to refuse His Majesty's words, so he said: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Everyone looked at him. Li Xin also had great confidence in Du Youwei. If Du Youwei could become the king of poetry or ci, it would be of great help to him.

Du Youwei meditated for a moment and recited: "The stars are blocked by the stars in the distance, and the feet are green on the way home.

Lightly shed tears, the light rain falls, and I whisper my prayers to Lutong.

Don't think that a rare meeting in the sky is better than a mere shadow in the world.

I asked if my old friend was well, but the fairy concubine ignored the raven and stopped! "

"Okay, not bad!" Li Xin said, stroking his hands: "Although it is not an eternal quatrain, it is still a rare masterpiece!"

Everyone also applauded and applauded.

Li Shilong said: "Although it is good, it is still not as good as this Magpie Bridge Immortal!"

Du Youwei smiled and said again: "It's not that Jia Qi Que misinformed me, but now there is the Broken Heart Immortal.

Threading a needle hates the night of acacia, holding hands feels free and hates the sky.

I should sigh that the thin frost adds to my temples, but it is difficult to bear the tears and words for years.

The golden breeze and jade dew exude a clear charm, and everyone looks forward to the full moon in front of the corridor. "

"This is a good one. What a line. Who can look forward to the full moon in front of the corridor!" Li Shilong also nodded. Du Youwei is quite talented. "This poem is still not an eternal quatrain, but it can be regarded as a century-old masterpiece. It is called a poem." If you can’t suppress me, Wang, and you’re not weak, just become a little poetry king!”

Although Du Youwei failed to challenge Qin Mo, he was given the title of Little Poet King, which was a great encouragement to him.

Just when he was about to thank him, Qin Mo laughed out loud, "Is this enough to be a little poet king? Father, are there no literati in our country? Are these two poems of his worthy?"

"Qin Mo, you are going too far!" Du Youwei blushed, "Since you look down on me so much, then write a poem that will convince me!"

"I remember we made a bet before. You said you would turn around when you saw me if you lost, and now you come to challenge me again, so I am too lazy to make a bet with a villain like you who doesn't keep his word!

Forget it, just write a poem, so as not to let the villain steal the title of the Little Poet King. Although I am not knowledgeable and have no skills, and I don’t care about it, I don’t want to be compared with people like you! "

Saying that, Qin Mo smiled contemptuously and stretched out his hand, "Xiao Gao, bring the wine!"

(End of this chapter)