In the snow: The prince of Chu was killed, and Nangong Pushe forced him to marry him

At the same time, Zhao Kai's voice could be heard faintly in the distance: "I will definitely come back! Definitely!"

Jiang Xuan took a deep look at Zhao Kai, then looked at the blood falling on the ground and the Red Chi Sword in his hand.

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly with satisfaction, thinking to himself: "As expected of the Red Chi Sword, it is indeed extraordinary."

"If he had used his ordinary sword, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been able to break through the opponent's soft armor just now."

Jiang Xuan said and directly inserted the Red Chi Sword into the scabbard, and looked at Xu Weixiong behind him: "What, are you stupid?"

Xu Weixiong thought for a while, shook her head, and then suddenly spoke.

"I'm just thinking about how to get my sword back."

Chapter 19 The first parallel prose throughout the ages, Preface to Prince Teng’s Pavilion

Jiang Xuan withdrew the Red Chi Sword at this time and did not follow Xu Weixiong's words.

After all, the ending of the story must be that Xu Weixiong takes back his sword.

But can I give it to her?

impossible!

"This room...is quite nice."

After Xu Weixiong heard this, she glanced at the mess in the room and the traces of sword energy on the wall, and then glared at Jiang Xuan fiercely.

That's good?

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly and said nothing.

But at this time, Xu Weixiong rolled his big eyes and said directly: "It's okay if I don't want you to be responsible for the room. Promise me one thing."

matter?

Jiang Xuan glanced at the room. The originally clean and tidy room was now in chaos.

He wanted to say that this matter was not just his problem.

However, seeing the look in Xu Weixiong's eyes and the other person's hand on the hilt of the sword, he still didn't say anything.

After all, if we continue talking, there may be only one solution, and that is to be chased by Xu Weixiong.

"Go ahead, let me listen to the conditions." Jiang Xuan glanced at the wicker chair and then sat down: "If the conditions are too harsh, forget it."

Xu Weixiong raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He said directly: "It's not very harsh, just to complete the poem you mentioned."

"How about it? It makes sense, right?"

After Jiang Xuan heard this, he glanced at Xu Weixiong and nodded: "Well, it sounds quite reasonable."

When Jiang Xuan thought about it, although the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion was a bit long to memorize, weren't the poems easy to pick up?

And after saying this once, you can solve this problem, and you will make money just thinking about it.

After all, although I don’t have three hundred Tang poems in my mind, I still have one or two hundred.

enough.

After thinking of this, Jiang Xuan finally stopped hesitating and recited the entire sequence of Prince Teng's Pavilion from beginning to end.

The Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion is worthy of being used as a textbook, and is known as the best parallel prose throughout the ages.

That’s right, the Preface to Prince Teng’s Pavilion is not a poem.

To be precise, it should be parallel prose.

Parallel prose originated in the late Han Dynasty and became popular in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. It is a style of writing in which words and sentences are opposed to each other to form chapters.

The whole article is mainly composed of couplets, and the emphasis is on the neatness of antitheses and the sonority of the rhythm.

This preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion uses rich rhetorical techniques, and the language is beautiful, fluent, and moving.

Along with Jiang Xuan's ups and downs voice, Xu Weixiong slowly closed his eyes.

She could even see the magnificent scene in front of her.

Even though Jiang Xuan had finished speaking and closed his mouth, Xu Weixiong still did not open his eyes.

She stood there quietly, feeling the surge in her chest.

Jiang Xuan glanced at Xu Weixiong at this time, and then he curled his lips and said nothing.

But Xu Weixiong's current performance seemed normal to him.

After all, this is the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, and there are about forty idioms in one poem.

This is the foundation.

After a while, Xu Weixiong slowly opened his eyes.

But when she opened her eyes, excitement and shock were revealed in her eyes, she saw Jiang Xuan there, minding his own business boiling water to make tea.

Ok?

Looking at Xu Weixiong's expression, Jiang Xuan ignored him.He just waved to himself and said, "Come, have a sip of tea and calm down."

Xu Weixiong looked at Jiang Xuan's appearance, and she was suddenly a little suspicious now.

I wonder if the article just now was written by Jiang Xuan.

After all, with Jiang Xuan's appearance, he was not a reliable person.

Although Xu Weixiong's thoughts were racing, she still walked over from the side.

Jiang Xuan poured her a cup of tea and said at the same time: "Drink tea, don't be restrained."

Xu Weixiong nodded subconsciously, but he immediately reacted.

This seems to be my own residence.

Xu Weixiong glanced at Jiang Xuan, and she gently smelled the tea to calm down her mood.

Of course, most of the mood I felt after hearing that article had already dissipated when I saw Jiang Xuan making tea.

"What is the name of this article? Did you write it?" Xu Weixiong was not a hesitant person. She put down the tea cup in her hand and looked directly at Jiang Xuan in front of her.

However, Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said directly: "I didn't write it. It's called "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" and the original author is Wang Bo."

Preface to Prince Teng’s Pavilion,

Wang Bo?

At this time, Xu Weixiong frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The next second she suddenly slapped the table, whipped out the long sword in her hand, and stopped steadily in front of Jiang Xuan.

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Jiang Xuan chuckled and said, "What, you want to kill me?"

"Jiang Xuan, don't treat me like a fool." Xu Weixiong said, and the long sword in his hand moved forward a little more. At this time, Jiang Xuan's neck was only half an inch away.

"In the literary world of the Liyang Dynasty, there is a name like Wang Bo, but I know them all."

"None of them have this talent, no." She paused here and stared at Jiang Xuan closely: "Unknown people, they can't write such an article at all."

"What about me?" Xu Weixiong had just finished speaking when he saw Jiang Xuan stretch out his hand and point to his nose: "Have you known me for a long time?"

Xu Weixiong frowned, but before she could say anything more, Jiang Xuan suddenly leaned forward.

If it had been according to his distance, he would have stabbed directly into the neck.

But Jiang Xuan didn't use internal force, so his speed was not particularly fast.

In addition, Xu Weixiong has been looking at him. How could a first-class master hurt him?

"You are crazy!"

Although he knew that he could avoid Jiang Xuan with his speed, Xu Weixiong still couldn't help but stare with an angry look in his eyes.

After Jiang Xuan heard this, he laughed loudly and then shook his head.

Jiang Xuan looked at Xu Weixiong, ignored the other party's question, and said directly: "What do you think of Li Yang?"

Ok?

Xu Weixiong was stunned for a moment. She took a deep look at Jiang Xuan and remembered the poem when the two met for the first time.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

So the person in front of me, Jiang Xuan, has hatred for the Liyang Dynasty?

No, not necessarily.

Some people do hate Liyang, but hatred and resentment are not the same.

The hatred of some people is the hatred that wants to subvert, and they want to eat their flesh and blood.

Some people's hatred is caused by anger and hatred.

She didn't know what Jiang Xuan's hatred for Li Yang was like.

So I thought about it and didn't speak rashly. I pondered for a moment and said, "What about you, what do you think?"

After Jiang Xuan heard this, he laughed loudly and drank the tea in his hand.

"You, you, are such a smart person."

Chapter 20Liyang, Beiliang, and Xichu

When Xu Weixiong heard this, she didn't speak suddenly or do anything.

Just looking at Jiang Xuan quietly, trying to see something in his eyes and movements.

But to her, nothing could be seen.

Jiang Xuan's eyes were so dark and bright, like stars twinkling inside.

Although he had a faint smile on his lips, no one could tell what he was thinking.

At this time, Jiang Xuan poured a cup of tea for Xu Weixiong, and then said: "Hey, there is no need to be restrained, just chat normally."

Seeing that Xu Weixiong still didn't want to speak, Jiang Xuan chuckled lightly and said directly: "I remember Xu Xiao's health, it seems that he has never been in good condition."

"After all, fighting all year round, you must be scarred. This is normal."