romantic flower

() ps: When it starts to enter the formal stage, I will try my best to avoid borrowing ancient poems in the future, but I can't do it at the beginning.If I have time, I even hope to put my own poems in it.Try not to gossip with everyone, let's start with the new book!May everyone give some data, click to collect, red ticket!If there is, encourage it.I can write my story with peace of mind, and you can read with peace of mind!

On the white paper in front of Wang Su, there are two distinct fonts, which are shocking to the eyes!

Neither of the two poems has a title. The first one is longer, and it is only after seeing the first line clearly that it is already shocking.

Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death.

There are two flying passengers from the north to the south, and the old wings return to the cold and heat a few times.

Have fun, parting hard, you will be more idiots.

You should have something to say, there are thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who is only shadowed.

Hengfen Road, the loneliness of Xiaogu, the wasteful smoke is still calm.

Why is it time to call upon the soul? The mountain ghost cries secretly.

The sky is also jealous, and the Yinger swallows are all loess.

Through the ages and ages, in order to stay with the Sao people, they sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Everyone waited to see clearly the name of the first song without lyrics written in thin gold body, which was beyond shocking, especially the charming girl Wang Su, who was in a trance for a moment.She watched Song Yihui write this poem, so even though she didn't know where Yanqiu on Fen Road was, she still felt a deep shock.Wang Su thought that Song Yi came up with this poem because he thought of Du Qingyan.

The second poem also does not have a title, but everyone already knew at a glance that the second poem is Zhe Yangliu. < when.

Ye Mi birds fly hindered, the wind light flowers fall late.

The city is tall and has short flute hair, and Lin Kong's book corner is sad.

There is no other meaning in the song, and it is for lovesickness.

The gentleman in blue shirt Jiang Cheng, the charming daughter Wang Su, the arrogant young master Dou Congyi, the other talented scholars on the field, and a few brothel girls who accompanied the wine, all stared at the white sheet in front of Wang Su with shocking eyes at this moment. The paper did not speak.

Even breathing was clearly audible, and there was silence for a while.

At this time, Song Yi was walking on the bustling long street in the night market, and he didn't know how those people would react when they saw the two poems he had plagiarized from the ancients. He only remembered that he was reading books in Du Qingyan's Xiaoyanju At that time, there were no these two words.But I was afraid that I might miss it, so I deliberately plagiarized two songs, so that Wang Su would not be able to come to Taiwan.In addition, because I thought of the affectionate and affectionate Du Qingyan, I naturally thought of Yuan Haowen's popular song Moyuer, and I subconsciously picked up the pen and wrote down my favorite lyrics.He didn't know what the consequences would be, so he didn't inscribe the name of the plaque, nor did he sign it.

This is not my own thing!

Passing through the bustling long street, there are bright lanterns hanging high on the side of the two roads. In this era, the city is already comparable to the city that never sleeps in the previous life, and there are more people looking for fun at night than in the daytime.Song Yi went back to the bed assigned by Ding Xiaoyuan in his home, fell down casually, and fell asleep quickly. He was already very tired after chopping firewood and feeding the horses during the day, not to mention that he deliberately went to the gate of Zhao's mansion for a few rounds and accompanied Wang Su. A trip to the noisy brothel.

Song Yi fell asleep, but I'm afraid that the whole Xiaofan building will be turned upside down at this moment.The two poems without titles not only intimidated Wang Su, Jiang Cheng and the others, but after passing them around and savoring them several times with incredulous expressions, they couldn't wait to show them to the teacher. .The words were delivered, and a moment later, a bright woman in a bright red double-breasted wide-sleeved gown appeared in the private room where Wang Su and others were with an excited expression on her face.

"Which young master is the one who made such a peerless good word? Shishi is lucky enough to befriend such a talented person today. It is an honor and fear!" She wore a bright red gown on the outside, and a short-sleeved lake green top on the inside. Ning Shishi, who was wearing a long lavender dress, asked with a smile, two beautiful dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Everyone was really overwhelmed by it, even Wang Su couldn't help but feel that this Ning Shishi was really good-looking.Hearing that Ning Shishi was about to meet the author of the poem as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng and the others immediately turned their attention to Wang Su.

Ning Shishi's eyes are so sharp. When he saw the expressions of the crowd, he subconsciously looked at Wang Su, who was wearing men's clothes, and asked suspiciously, "This young man has such a tender face, how can he write such wonderful words? Master really admires it."

Everyone has weird faces.

With a slightly embarrassed face, Wang Su hurriedly supported Ning Shishi, who was about to bow and said in a panic, "Miss Shi Shi, don't worry, I didn't write this poem."

Ning Shishi looked around in surprise and asked everyone in confusion, "Who is that?"

"The person who wrote the lyrics has just left. He is a servant in my house." Wang Su said with a strange expression.

Ning Shishi widened his clear eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, and said half-believingly, "Guardian? Is there such a talented servant in the world? The styles of the two poems are completely different, but the two capitals can be handed down. Is the young master making fun of Shishi?"

"Jiang Cheng can testify that the one who wrote those two poems without nouns was indeed a servant of the prince's mansion!" Jiang Cheng, who was handsome in blue, said with a slightly relaxed expression at this moment, although his heart was still full of ups and downs at the moment. .

"Is there really such a servant? I don't know why the Wang Gongzi's mansion can win over such a talented person to be a servant." Ning Shishi knew that this poem was not written by anyone in the field, and because he couldn't see the author, he looked slightly A little disappointed, but the tone of the export is a bit regretful.

"He is a caring servant in my family. To be honest, he is the one who is called Tanhualang in Mingyue Tower." Wang Su said with a strange expression, but subconsciously proud of such a majestic man. She is a talented person who is the head of the family, but she has a good eye for talent, so how can she not make her proud.

The brilliant Ning Shishi's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed suddenly, "Is it really that Tanhualang, Mr. Song Yi? When did he go to your house and become a servant?"

"Well, I can't tell you, anyway, he is now the servant of my family!" Wang Su refused to answer the part of Song Yizhensheng's entry into the Wang family, and his tone returned to a delicate and savage tone.At this moment, she felt faintly worried. Although a talented family member is good, I am afraid that he will not stay in the Wang family for a long time after all. Do I have to find a way to keep him?

This night, through the mouth of Mr. Ning Xiaofanlou, the name of the romantic and talented Tanhualang Song Yi spread again, and spread to the ears of more scholars and scholars.

But Song Yi fell into a horrible dream at this moment. In the dream, Du Qingyan, who was covered in blood, asked herself why she abandoned her and why she married Zhao Jianzhi. Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, his hands were actually covered with blood, and his delicate face was covered with blood, which was terrifying.

"It's not like this...it's not like this!" Song Yi exclaimed and sat up, only to realize that he was having a nightmare again.He reached out his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked out the window, the moon was cold and silent, and there was no shadow of Du Qingyan.

Song Yi sighed, put on his clothes, got up and walked out of the room, sat on the stone steps at the door, facing the cold moon and Qinghui, listening to the insects singing and grass moving, quietly thinking about his future path.

Not long after, he fell asleep sitting on the stone steps at the door again.