In the painting boat, there were hundreds of literati, all of whom were clustered around Jiang Chen.

At this time, the hall was full of silence.

This poem, like a Mount Tai, pressed on everyone's hearts and made them excited.

In the end, it was Mr. Shouzheng, the respected priest of the country, who broke the silence.

"It's ...... A masterpiece!"

He and Zhang Zizhong beside him glanced at each other, and they both saw the divine light in each other's eyes.

"A masterpiece!"

"I didn't expect to witness the birth of a masterpiece!"

After Guozi Priest Wine gave this evaluation, the crowd suddenly became noisy, and it was difficult to stop for a long time.

"The west wind blows the old clouds and Huaibo, and the dragon has a lot of white hair one night, and he doesn't know that the sky is in the water when he is drunk, and the boat is full of dreams...... Pressing the galaxy. ”

In the center surrounded by everyone, Yang Zai read the whole poem again.

The old and white hair in the first two sentences put the bleak autumn wind and the Yunhuai River into the myth, combining fantasy and reality, and the last two sentences are even more hazy reality and dreams, which means that the long-term is to the extreme.

Everyone tasted this verse, and scenes appeared in their hearts.

It is the season when autumn is about to begin, the west wind is bleak, blowing the water of the Yunhuai River, making Long Jun feel gray hair, and they drink on the painting boat, drunk, carrying thousands of stars under them, roaming between the water and the sky.

How chic, how free!

"A masterpiece...... A masterpiece ......"

Jiang Zhiyu's face was blue and white for a while, and he only felt that his heart was depressed, and he couldn't breathe, but at this time, even his little brothers couldn't take care of him.

Witnessing the birth of a masterpiece is also an honor for this boat full of guests!

When everyone tasted this poem, Jiang Chen finally finished his name and put down the wolf pen in his hand.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! It is rare for the old man to come out once, and he met a little friend who has amazing skills in calligraphy and poetry, which is really lucky. ”

Wang Shouzheng laughed, stepped forward, and saluted Jiang Chen.

"The old king is upright, and he is entrusted by the pilgrimage to serve as the son of the country to supervise the sacrificial wine. ”

The kokuko priest wine?

Jiang Chen was also stunned.

He activated the reward "calligraphy mastery" given by the system for the first time before, and for the first time he experienced that mysterious state, and completely devoted himself to it, ignoring the noise of the outside world, and concentrating on washing the manuscript "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County", so he never noticed the arrival of the two great Confucians.

According to the memory of the original body, only the great Confucian, who was one of the best in the world, was qualified to be invited to serve as the sacrificial wine of the country's eunuch!

You said that I just copied a poem casually, why did I provoke the wine of the country's priest?

That's when I read it...... Ahem, I didn't read anything.

"I've seen the king's sacrificial wine. Jiang Chen, who was confused, saluted him back.

"Xiaoyou, are you interested in studying in my country?"

Wang Shouzheng's eyes were fiery, and he looked at Jiang Chen as if he were looking at a piece of superb jade.

"Uh...... Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have this plan for the time being. ”

Faced with Wang Shouzheng's kind invitation, Jiang Chen thought about it for a while, but still politely refused.

With the system, he goes to work every day just to clock in and out of work, and when he is full of punch value, he can exchange it for repairs and other items.

Taishan Beidou in the literary world values and has many advantages to entering the country, but there must be no less, and it will not be taken by him.

I just want to be a waste son-in-law of the Ji family with peace of mind!

"Don't you think about it anymore?" Wang Shouzheng frowned.

"Let the sacrificial wine bother, but I really don't mean that. ”

Hearing Jiang Chen's refusal, Wang Shouzheng sighed regretfully, but he was not reluctant, so he could only persuade him in the end.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If you are interested, you can come to the country at any time to find me. ”

When Jiang Chen and Wang Shouzheng finished communicating, Liu Shuyanlian, who was on the side, moved lightly and greeted him.

"Jiang Gongzi, can you choose a name for this heirloom poem?" she said softly, with a bright look in her eyes.

Jiang Chen pondered for a while, and then said with a faint smile: "I first came to Hojing, greedy for the scenery on the side of the road, lost the road, fortunately the girl of the smoke helped me, and brought me to this Yunhuai Poetry Club, so I have this little poem, the title of this poem, it is called ......"

"Title: Yunhuai River...... Give it to the girl who dreams of cigarettes. ”

He looked at Liu Shuyan, put away the rice paper spread on the table, and handed it to her.

"This ...... The concubine thanked Jiang Gongzi for his love. ”

Liu Shuyan was flattered, and her joy almost couldn't stop jumping on her eyebrows, and she carefully took the rice paper, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Jiang Zhiyu on the side looked at Liu Shuyan, who was treated differently, and there was another wave of anger, but he couldn't vent it, gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, and turned around and left the painting boat.

"A good song "Title: Yunhuai River Presents the Girl with Smoke". ”

Wang Shouzheng sighed slightly, there was some envy in his eyes, and as for the literati next to him, he couldn't stop looking envious.

This "Title Yunhuai River Gift to the Smoke Girl", has a hand-me-down posture, after thousands of years, all the people on this painting boat are all dead and famous, and this poem, no accident, but can be passed on for a long time.

Liu Shuyan's name is recorded in the title of the poem, and it will also be recorded in the annals of history along with this poem.

The best names in the world are nothing more than literati and actors.

How not to be envied!

"Jiang Gongzi, the moonlight is very good tonight, the concubine has learned a new tune, I don't know if I have a chance to invite Jiang Gongzi to watch the moonlight together?" Liu Shuyan's eyes were full of brilliance, and a faint flush spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers also sighed that the only remaining lotus flower that came out of the mud and was not stained in this cloud and Huai Bayan was going to be picked up today.

"The girl invited her, and Jiang naturally had no reason to refuse. ”

Who can refuse the invitation of a beautiful woman to blow a flute?

The honest and commendable Jiang Chen agreed.

"It's not too early, I won't disturb Brother Jiang's warm jade in his arms, and the red sleeves will add fragrance!" Yang Zai laughed and gave Jiang Chen a look that everyone understood, and then, the literati who were all on the boat to participate in the poetry meeting left one after another.

Wang Shouzheng and Zhang Zizhong, two great Confucians, also with a smile of "it's good to be young", encouraged Jiang Chen for a few words, and left here.

Soon, on the painting boat, only Jiang Chen and Liu Shuyan were left.

"Jiang Gongzi, please come with me. ”

With a reddish willow smoke on his face, Liu Shu's eyebrows were lightly raised, and his hands gently pinched the hem of his clothes, inviting Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen followed Liu Shuyan upstairs and entered a room, and as soon as he walked in, a faint fragrance came out of it.

Inside, there was a red-sleeved bed, apparently Liu Shuyan's boudoir, with a hollow carved window that opened, and the bright moon sprinkled into the bright moonlight.

"Childe, please be seated. ”

Liu Shuyan dragged Jiang Chen to sit on the edge of the bed, made a cup of tea for him, and sat down only half a foot apart.

The heat on the two of them blended with each other, and under the slightly dim light, it was even more charming.

"Childe will be invited to taste it. ”

She smiled lightly at Jiang Chen, her eyes were charming, and she took out a delicately carved jade flute, and her cherry lips slowly stuck to it, playing a beautiful sound.

Jiang Chen drank tea while listening to Liu Shuyan's music.

The moonlight outside the sky is hazy, the water of the Yunhuai River is rippling, and the sound of Xiao is faint, echoing between the painting boats.

I don't know when, Xiao Sheng stopped, Liu Shuyan's clothes were half untied, leaned on Jiang Chen's body, the tip of his nose touched his neck lightly, and exhaled like an orchid.

"Childe, please...... Pity. ”

Jiang Chen put down the teacup in his hand, smiled slightly, and was suddenly turned red.

As the so-called......

Fine sweat stains red beans, trickle dew drips wet peonies.

Tankou lightly opened the jade dew, poured red candles on the night boat.

I don't know where to go in my dreams, and I rejoice in the fish and water......

Go to Wushan.

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ps: Thank you for the 1200 starting point coin reward of the Jade Pillar Path, thank you for the 500 starting point coin of the Blood Moon and Demon Pupil, and thank you for the 100 starting point coin of the Night King Shurakshasa for the reward.

The result of the first day of testing the water is roughly out, and this new book written after cultivating for more than half a year can only be described as "poor" compared with the same period.

I guess the editor will go to work tomorrow, and the words that come to me will definitely be, "This book doesn't go up very well, why don't you consider opening a new book?"

To be honest,For this situation,I'm not completely unexpected.,This book wasn't going to be a starting point fantasy at the beginning.,Later, there were some changes.,It's sent here.,The atmosphere doesn't match the fantasy channel.,After all, the fantasy channel is still the world of upgrade streams.。

It stands to reason that as an old fighter, he has no feelings for books, and he should have been good and should have been written in a more suitable theme for fantasy.

But for some reason, this book, I really don't want to give up.

In the past, I have always been a believer in the pre-doctrine, the so-called no pre-stage, where does the post-stage come from, but this time, I want to fight the post-stage.

Since the collection can't rise, then write good content, retain readers, come to a beautiful subscription ratio, and rely on the later push to make a turnaround.

There are a lot of things to say, all in all, I will write this book well, and at the same time find some old friends, ask for a few chapters to see if I can improve the grades, and I hope you will support more.

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Thank you all for your kindness. (Bow)