By the time Chu Qing came to Qingyi Garden, the cheating man had already been driven out, leaving only the empress standing on the edge of the pond with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the autumn breeze blows Revlon, if it weren't for the jade mountains, but to Yaotai...... The moon falls. ”

When she saw Chu Qing coming, she didn't turn her head, but read out the poem leisurely.

"This poem ......"

Chu Qing was slightly startled when he heard the poems recited from the empress's mouth.

Although she is not very proficient in poetry, she is not completely ignorant, just hearing such verses, she feels from the bottom of her heart that this must be a good poem, with endless charm and evocativeness.

"Who wrote this poem?"

She couldn't help but ask.

Just listened to it once, the praise and admiration in the poem came to the face, and it was not vulgar and flattering, but it was like a mountain in the depths of the clouds, and the fairy saw the fairy folding flowers, and sighed.

"Naturally, it's my royal husband...... Flim tongue, I know all about these useless poems and songs. ”

Having said that, the corners of the empress's mouth couldn't help but rise, and her red amber eyes narrowed slightly, showing that the master was in a pretty good mood.

"However, after all, it is his intention, Qingqing, you go to Mr. Wang Xian and ask him to write a picture of this poem and frame it. The Empress spoke lightly.

I said no, but I was still very honest in my heart......

Chu Qing felt like he had a hundred lemons in his mouth.

"Yes!"

She was silent for a moment, and with her great indignation against Jiang Chen, she turned around and left Qingyi Garden.

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Mr. Wang Xian is the first person in calligraphy in Ji Zhou Dingding for hundreds of years, and is respected as the "Great Zhou Calligraphy Saint"!

According to legend, he was the true calligrapher of the ancient calligraphy in the Middle Ages, the descendant of the king sage, and the penmanship has been close to the level of "almost the Tao".

Although there is still a gap with the calligraphy of the Middle Ages, which has almost become a mythical figure, he has innovated and self-contained in the calligraphy of his ancestors, and his attainments are also profound to the terrifying level.

Like Jiang Zhiyu's teacher "Xijiang Sanren" and the like, there may also be a few works that have been handed down to the world, leaving a name in the future history books, but compared with Wang Xian, it is far behind.

If it weren't for the fact that there were the most famous ancestors in the world in the imperial city, this idle crane-like figure would not be resident in the imperial city, and even if he lived now, it was a quiet courtyard alone, and no one dared to disturb it easily.

Chu Qing walked through the imperial city, and after asking his subordinates to report it, he finally entered the courtyard where Mr. Wang Xian lived, and saw his real person with a disheveled and unkempt head.

Wang Xian's hair is gray, although his clothes are quite neat, but he looks very shabby, and when he appears in front of people, he will definitely not think that this is a calligraphy master, but like a little old man smoking a cigarette pouch in the field.

"Admiral Chu, I don't know what is the matter with looking for the old man?"

Seeing Chu Qing coming in, he stood up and rubbed his eyes, his tone casual.

This kind of character has his own arrogance, even Chu Qing, the high-status Admiral of the Nine Gates of the Imperial City, is very polite in front of him.

"Mr. Wang, I came here this time to serve His Majesty's will. Chu Qing said.

"Oh, Your Majesty, what does Your Majesty want the old man to do?"

Even when he heard the words His Majesty, Wang Xian didn't take it too seriously and replied casually.

"I want Mr. Wang to write down a poem. ”

In the face of this kind of character with a high status in the literary world and quirks, Chu Qing showed a lot of patience.

"Write a poem?"

Wang Xian frowned and waved his hand.

"Don't hide it from Admiral Chu, I have a small banquet tonight, time is running out, hurry to pass, I think this poem will be talked about tomorrow!"

As soon as these words came out, an eviction order was issued.

Seeing that Wang Xian was about to get up and leave, Chu Qing took a deep breath, and the depression in his heart continued to accumulate.

She felt the urge to turn around and leave.

Anyway, it's a poem of "rival in love", leaving this poem in front of the empress, doesn't it constantly remind her of this beautiful time?

What's wrong with a day late, she wishes this poem would never appear in front of the empress!

However, thinking of the slightly hooked corners of the empress's mouth when she chanted this poem, the gentleness of the cool breeze, Chu Qing took a deep breath again.

Of course, I chose to forgive her!

"Mr. Wang, why don't you listen to this poem first?" she said to Wang Xian, who was about to leave.

"Oh, then please ask Admiral Chu to come and hear it. ”

Wang Xian is also measured in his heart, after all, Chu Qing is the commander who controls the forbidden army, and he is in a high position, and he is already very polite to him, at this point, if he doesn't give face, he will be a little ignorant.

Chu Qing adjusted slightly, and slowly read:

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look ......"

Hearing this first sentence, Wang Xian's old, somewhat cloudy eyes lit up.

And every time Chu Qing pronounced a word, the divine light in his eyes became brighter.

“...... But he met Yaotai under the moon. ”

When the whole poem was finished, he stood up violently and drank at the people next to him.

"Go and get my pen, ink, paper, inkstone! No! I'll go by myself!"

After that, Wang Xian ignored Chu Qing and ran out in a hurry, and Chu Qing, who had known his strange temper for a long time, took it for granted, moved lightly under his feet, and followed him unhurriedly.

I saw Wang Xian take three steps and two steps, rushed into his study, and quickly sharpened the ink.

And with the action of grinding ink, his emotions gradually calmed down, and he became ancient again.

After a cup of tea, Wang Xian finally picked up the pen.

With this pen, it was like flowing water, and all the twenty-eight words fell on the paper in a short time.

"Admiral Chu, please put it away. ”

After finishing the payment, Wang Xian handed the painting to Chu Qing.

Chu Qing looked down and saw that this painting was just like Wang Xian's previous works, bold and eclectic, but it was in line with poetry, and the graceful rhyme could be seen in the details.

"Good word. ”

Chu Qing couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Wang, since the words have been made, then I will go back to my life first. ”

She turned, moved, and vanished.

When she left, the subordinate next to her came over and reminded softly: "Master, the time for Zuo Xiang's small banquet is almost over." ”

"Alas, in order to compose this poem, I missed the hour. ”

Wang Xian stroked his gray beard, first couldn't help but shake his head, and then smiled again.

"But it's okay, it's worth it when I see a hand-me-down, and I went to the banquet later, and I have more to talk about. ”

"That's right. ”

He remembered something and asked with some eagerness.

"Have you ever asked Admiral Chu who the author of this poem is?"

The subordinate hurriedly replied: "Admiral Chu said that the author of this poem is named Jiang Chen. ”

"Jiang Chen?"

Wang Xian recalled the name, but still felt a little unfamiliar, nodded and kept it firmly in his heart.

"I see. ”