Seeing this crooked poem, Ning Qing was stunned, and then read it over and over again.

Especially the last line of words, which is very faint at first, and as time passes, the handwriting becomes deeper and deeper.

"Master, I'll send him away, do you have anything to say?" Ning Que said.

For a long time, Ning Qing did not have a good face for people with noble status, but he was kind to the people at the bottom.

Generally, students who come to deliver poems, even if they write badly, she will comment on them.

"Master?" Ning Que reminded again.

Ning Qing said: "You go and call him in." ”

Ning Que couldn't help but be surprised, this ...... Why is that?

No matter how old the person was, the owner didn't receive it before, and even the person who gave Mr. Tai'a Mobao just now, she refused.

Now you want to meet a beggar?

Could it be that this beggar really wrote some amazing poem?

Shouldn't that be?

This is a special moment, and even if this beggar's poem is well written, the master should not receive it.

This is to absolutely avoid suspicion.

"Master, are you sure?" asked Ning Que.

"Sure, let him in. "Ning Qingdao.

"Yes!" Ning Que said.

............

At this time, on the top of the mountain not far away, everyone was waiting for a result.

Yun Aotian, a beggar, was immediately thrown out of the castle.

A staff member of the Rift Valley said: "You are ready, once Yun Aotian's beggar is thrown out, don't let him return to the top of the mountain, don't let him see the Lord Monarch again, and kill him immediately, these people will definitely become the scourge of my Rift Valley, for the sake of the Lord Lord's inheritance, we will kill this madman for the Jing Clan." ”

"But the Lord's side?" said one of the warriors uneasily.

The staff member said: "Everything we do is also for the great cause of the sovereign, if he fails this time and angers Lord Ning Qing, the sovereign will not spare him, we will kill him, but will not tarnish the sovereign's good name." ”

The warrior was immediately stunned, our lord is as beautiful as a fairy, but there is absolutely no good name, only a famous killing.

"Did you hear that? The staff member said.

"Yes!" the warrior said, "As long as Yun Aotian fails to ascend the mountain, we will immediately kill this fang for the Lord." ”

The staff said: "Send someone to see, has he been expelled? Can it provoke the investigation team? Don't let him escape, he may not rush back." ”

"Yes!" the samurai went down the mountain to look.

After a while, he rushed back and exclaimed, "Sir, sir, the brother who is watching below has seen that Yun Aotian's beggar has actually entered the castle, and Lord Ning Qing has received him." ”

"Impossible......" the staff hissed.

"Impossible!" Lan Shenxian and Chu Zhaoran couldn't help but exchange stunned looks.

How is this possible?

Ning Qing rejected everyone, and even Mr. Tai'a's Mobao couldn't knock on her door.

The crane in the cloud entered the castle empty-handed and was received by her?

Why is that?

What the hell is going on? Is the sun coming out of the west?

..................

A moment later!

The crane in the cloud appeared in Ning Qing's widow's study, and he didn't see Ning Qing, the most powerful and legendary woman through the screen.

But after entering, he smelled a special smell of blood, which made her judgment clearer.

"Xiaosheng greets Lord Ning. The crane in the cloud bowed, and then said, "Lord Ning must be very curious, how did I know all this, right? Actually, it's very simple......

However, Yun Zhonghe hadn't finished speaking, and was immediately stopped by Ning Qing, this woman was also very strong.

"What's your name?" asked the widow Ning Qing.

This voice is so beautiful, soft and stubborn.

The crane in the clouds was stunned and said: "In the clouds, the sky is proud." ”

Ning Qingdao: "What is your identity?"

The crane in the clouds said: "Rift Valley, Jinyi Division, the third master book." ”

Ning Qingdao: "What is your background?"

The crane in the cloud said: "Beggar, born as a gangster." ”

Ning Qingdao: "Have you ever read a book?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "When I was five years old, I studied for a few months, and I dropped out of school after a year of early childhood enlightenment. ”

Ning Qing said: "Then why are you able to sit on the third master book of the Broken Wind City Jinyi Division?

Yun Zhonghe said: "Because I have a special talent, I can't go against it." ”

Ning Qingdao: "What talent?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Coaxing women, cheating money and sex, there is no disadvantage." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ning Que's throat next to him rolled, and he felt a little nauseous.

Beautiful men?

Jing Zhongyue sent such an old and ugly beggar to stage a beautiful man's plan?

How long has it been since you washed your hair, and fleas are going to fly out, right?

What a heavy taste do you think of our master?

But Ning Qing didn't get angry, but said, "A beautiful man sent by Jing Zhongyue last time, do you know what happened?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "I know, I have become a eunuch." ”

Ning Qing said: "Then does she think that if she sends an old beggar, I won't be able to do it, right? Not to mention that you may not be that old." You speak so bluntly, aren't you afraid that I will turn you into a eunuch?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "My parents have told me since I was a child, be honest and never lie. ”

Ning Qingdao: "What did your parents do?

Yun Zhonghe said: "I have no parents since I was a child. ”

This humor was a bit cold, so much so that Ning Qing couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

"At this time, should I laugh and match your cold humor?" Ning Qing asked.

The crane in the cloud said: "If there is, then it is the best." ”

Ning Qing opened his small mouth and laughed twice in a very formulaic manner.

"Yun Aotian, do you know why I met you?" Ning Qing asked, "Except that you said that I was poisoned. ”

Yun Zhonghe said: "You should be angry. ”

"Yes, not angry, even angry. Ning Qingdao: "I have seen many students, and there are many people who have not read much, and in the past ten years, at least thousands of people have submitted poems to me." Honestly, a lot of people are worse than you do, but each one of them shows their best work. Some of these works are terrible, some are hypocritical, and some are hypocritical, but at least they exhaust all their talents. No matter how pretentious, I could see their respect and love for poetry. Only in you, I don't see any respect. You're flirting with literature, you're frivolous poetry, and that makes me angry. ”

"I can apologize, I was wrong, I was really wrong. The crane in the clouds immediately confessed.

"Your apology is as light and disrespectful as your attitude towards poetry. Ning Qing said: "I'm even more angry. ”

This mature and beautiful woman in front of her is very interesting, and she says that when she is very angry, she is still very calm.

Her elegance and cultivation seem to be engraved in her soul and bones.

At this moment, Yun Zhonghe noticed that her lips seemed to be getting purple, and then, a line of nosebleeds flowed.

"Lord Ning Qing, you must hurry up and get treatment. Yun Zhonghe said, "What did you just eat?"

"No, it doesn't matter. Ning Qingdao said: "There are two things I care about in my life, first, my image. Second, literature and poetry. You guessed it, I don't want to meet people because I'm in an indecent state myself, so I don't want to meet anyone. ”

Yun Zhonghe said: "Lord Ning Qing, your condition is very dangerous now, and you must be treated immediately. ”

"No......" Ning Qing said: "I don't care too much if I don't die." But you flirt with poetry, you flirt with literature, you disrespect your attitude, I am very dissatisfied, I am very angry, very angry. ”

"Yun Aotian, I'm angry, and my attitude is very serious. Ning Qingdao said: "I may be a talented woman and an elegant woman, but I am even more of an extreme woman, so ...... You have to pay the price for your frivolity!Ning Que, prepare to ......"

As soon as these words came out, Ning Que, the female warrior next to her, pulled out her knife violently.

"A beautiful man sent by the moon in the well hooked me up with frivolous words, which was a great humiliation for me. Ning Qing said: "So I made him a eunuch, and you flirted with literature and poetry, which is an even greater humiliation, so I will also send you to the gelding and send it back to Jing Zhongyue." ”

The female warrior Ning Que didn't say a word, and directly put the knife under the belly of the crane in the clouds.

As long as this knife goes down, there will be one more eunuch by Jing Zhongyue's side.

The scalp of the crane in the clouds is numb.

He found that the Ning Qing in front of him was frighteningly paranoid and a little neurotic.

What's going on?

The top beauties in this world are more or less neurotic?

Is this the case with the moon in the well, the same is true for Ning Qing, and the same is true for the crane in my clouds?

Is the higher the appearance, the more nervous?

Ning Qing said: "Yun Aotian, I don't care how you want to lobby me, no matter what you want from me, or you want to save my life, but you have to pass the current level first." You flirtatious with poetry, and you have to make up for it. Do you know who can really flirt with poetry?"

The crane in the cloud said: "Poetry genius!"

"That's right!" Ning Qing said: "Only a poetic genius who can tease poetry can tease poetry, because you already have it, just like you have a woman, of course you can tease her to your heart's content." And molesting a strange woman is to be gelding. ”

Yun Zhonghe was sure that the widow in front of him was definitely neurotic.

Ning Qing continued: "The crooked poem you just wrote is unsightly, frivolous and disgusting. ”

"There are always a few days of the tide every month, and I can't help it.

The blood collapsed, the skirt was dyed red, and no one could be seen.

A head of hair, falling out every day, and no face to see.

Don't worry, the holy hand of gynecology is here to help. ”

Ning Qing finished reading the crooked sentences that couldn't even be called poems.

"This crooked poem has four sentences, and the first word of each sentence is: each, blood, one, difficult!"

"You start with these four words, and then make a poem, which is also four sentences, and the words can be homophones. But to completely amaze me, it has to surpass all the submissions I've received before. ”

The crane in the cloud was stunned for a moment.

Widow Ning Qing continued: "That will completely prove that you have a unique poetic talent, and prove that you are qualified to flirt with poetry and literature. Then I'll forgive you, and we can continue, or I'll castrate you. ”

"You only have a short time, my countdown is over, you have to make this poem, otherwise you will become the eunuch of the well in peace. ”

"Ten...... Nine...... Eight ......"

Ning Qing began to count down, an average of five seconds a number.

The crane in the cloud really has a numb scalp.

I...... I...... Holy!

Ning Qing, you are really a lone star, you are really a psychopath?

I've told you, I'm a scoundrel who doesn't learn anything, I dropped out of kindergarten for a year, and you asked me to compose poetry?

Aren't you forcing a good person to become a prostitute?

And it should be started with the four words each, blood, one, and difficulty, although it can be homophonic. But this poem is even more one-in-a-thousand, isn't it more difficult than ascending to the sky?

I don't even have a place to copy this?

Ning Qing counted down every five seconds.

And her beautiful nose with nosebleeds kept gushing out.

Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter, her lips were purple, and she was poisoned more and more.

And Ning Que's knife was ready to move under the belly of the crane in the clouds, and he was ready to do it at any time to turn the crane in the clouds into a eunuch, and then immediately save the master.

"Seven, Six, Five, Four......"

Ning Qing's countdown was about to end, and Yun Zhonghe was about to become a eunuch.

The crane in the cloud trembled, and the hairs on his body stood up.

He closed his eyes and racked all his brains.

"Three, two, one......"

The countdown is coming to an end.

Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes sharply and said, "There is, I have it." ”

Then he read the poem.

Mei cherishes parting from the east and west, and the snow pours down sadly from north to south.

He was originally a man in the mountains, and it was difficult to embrace Wang Sun.

(Adapted from the famous work of the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Nanshi)

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