Jinse in the prosperous world: prostitutes should not be deceived

As he spoke, Master Fang took out a relatively large piece of paper.

It's an ink painting.Next to the ink painting, there are naturally poems.The ink painting depicts a young man with a bun, standing in front of the window with a melancholy expression.Above him is a bright moon, and the whole picture looks very artistic.

At this time, I don't know which student read the poem on this picture. "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown!" Such a poem is simple and full of artistic conception, making it even more simple but catchy to read.

Yao Jinse was staring at a picture-text match like Master Fang with his mouth open, and felt that his eyebrows seemed to twitch.Master Fang really likes this poem!

"Such poems are really better than those written by all of us. And after letting children learn, they are also very useful. Such poems are also objects that thousands of students can use to educate and understand!" [

Master Fang exaggerated this poem.Yao Jinse cheekily accepted the admiration that his master secretly conveyed.Anyway, the master didn't say anything now, and she herself pirated other people's poems, so it doesn't matter if she has a thicker skin.

"Master, who is the author of this poem? Is it the Great Confucianism Pan Mo'an?" A student beside him asked.Thinking of such a good poem, such an artistic poem, it really has Mr. Pan's character.If it's Pan Mo'an's poems, then it's normal that these talented men and women can't compete with them.

"No." Master Fang shook his head. "This is a poem written by a talented girl. It's a pity that she doesn't want to reveal her real name to the world, so as not to be entangled by the world. She is really talented!"

Listening to Master Fang's praise, Yao Jinse felt her eyebrows twitch, and she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Immortal, I told you not to tell me, that would be good.You haven't betrayed me, but it's not much better than betraying me!

"Six years old?" Xiao Qingyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this.The appreciation for Yao Jinting just now turned into nothingness in an instant. "May I ask Master, where is this girl now?" Isn't he dreaming of such a person with real talents?

Now it's finally found!

Master Fang glanced at Xiao Qingyuan, thinking of the evaluation of him by the great Confucianism before.She couldn't help curling her lips and said: "I don't know. She comes and goes without a trace, her whereabouts are uncertain, so don't try to find her."

The eldest son of Xiao Xiang's country is really, he doesn't know how to write poems, and when a rumor spread, he quickly hid.Now that I know that he can compose poems, I hurriedly followed him, what a nuisance!

Master Fang naturally doesn't like such people very much.Simply, they will not tell him who the author of this poem is.He didn't even say a word about whether he was from the capital or not.

Sure enough, after saying this, Xiao Qingyuan's handsome face showed a touch of disappointment.

He really wanted to know such a person, and it would be even more beautiful to be able to talk about poetry and compose music in the future!If you get a wife like this in life, what more can a husband ask for!

Miss Fourth's complexion changed drastically after hearing Master Fang say that this poem was written by a six-year-old girl.She is the talented girl among the girls in the capital, why is there another one now?Just now Xiao Xiangguo's son had a little affection for her, but now they are all nothing!