When Gu Chengxue heard this, she hurriedly took Cui Qian's hand and walked in front of Ye Lao, bowed and apologized: "Teacher Ye, my grandfather is too old and a little confused, you don't have to take it seriously." ”

After speaking, Gu Chengxue still winked hard at Cui Qian.

"So that's the case, it's okay, everyone is a little sick when they're old, I don't blame ......"

Cui Qian said disdainfully: "But what I'm saying is the truth! It's just a love poem!"

Before Ye Lao finished speaking, Cui Qian's words choked him back.

Ye Qian glared at Cui Qian fiercely, her angry face looked so cute, and scolded: "Okay, don't practice it! ”

Gu Chengxue also glared at Cui Qian speechlessly. Although he kept saying that he was a poet, she never took it seriously, and always thought it was just a joke.

I just found you to go down the stairs, why are you old man still looking for abuse by yourself!

Ye Lao blew his beard and stared at the place, and did not speak.

He wanted to see how the old man could pretend to be forced.

Cui Qian shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you ask me to write it, I'll write it?" Then I don't have any face! And I don't care to compare my work with this pompous work!

That's a blasphemy against my work!"

Gu Chengxue covered her face with her hands, and her head was full of black lines.

It's all over the calf!

It's all over!

Why is this old man so ignorant?

Ye Qian smiled, revealing the row of front teeth, looking extremely coquettish: "I can see it, it turns out to be an old man who can only fire guns!"

"Brother, this way, if you can come up with a better poem than what I wrote back then, I will worship you as a teacher, how about a great ceremony on the spot?" Ye Lao laughed and mocked.

This poem is the crystallization of his life's inspiration, and even he is difficult to come up with a transcendent work.

How can an old man who came out of nowhere compare to himself?

"No need, what's the use of me accepting an old apprentice like you?" Cui Qian picked at the boogie and flicked it on the ground at random, looking like a.

Behind him is the inheritance of 5,000 years of Chinese culture, what (lover), they are all scum!

Lao Tzu looks down on you, what's the matter!

"Then how about I make your old man's apprentice?" Ye Qian couldn't help but say sarcastically.

"Well, if I can come up with a better work than your grandfather, you will be my grandson's alternative daughter-in-law in the future! Well, seeing that your ass is quite big, the doll born must be a boy. Cui Qian looked at Ye Qian's full and towering twin peaks with a smile.

"Grandpa! Gu Chengxue gritted her teeth and said.

"Okay, it depends on whether you have the strength to be a grandfather, find your grandson a wife as beautiful as me!" Ye Qian said disdainfully.

I didn't believe that this stinky old man with a booger could be a great poet!

Hehe smiled, "Bring the pen, my brother is going to pretend to be forced." ”

Gu Chengxue rolled her eyes and handed the pen and paper to Cui Qian: "Stupid grandpa, you are embarrassed~" said angrily and turned his head.

With a wave of his hands, he wrote on the paper:

The winter night is cold and the night is long, and I sit in the north hall for a long time. Binghejing Quanyue into the boudoir,

The golden jar is green and sorrowful. The golden jar is extinguished, and the cry is many. Cover the concubine's tears and listen to the king's song.

The song is sound, and the concubine is affectionate. The love and voice are together, and the two are not violated. Without a word,

From Jun Wanqu Liang dust flying.

As soon as the poem came out, everyone was stunned.

This old man can really compose ancient poems!

And how could this poem ...... Goosebumps are crawling all over... This......

This poem is called "Night Sitting and Chanting" Cui Qian put his hand back, looked up 45% to the sky, and looked at the sky with an unfathomable appearance, showing a masterful demeanor.

Gu Chengxue was dumbfounded: "This... Is this really Cui Qian's grandfather?!"

Ye Qian and Ye Lao were also dumbfounded!

Not to mention them, the whole atmosphere of the scene suddenly lost sound, and everyone was shocked by the artistic conception of this poem!