I'm sorry, but this chapter is 165, and the chapter just now was written in the wrong chapter.

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The poem of the county lord of Jiayi is from the scene to the love, not only writing about the daffodils, but also showing her heart, although it is a little explicit, but no matter from any aspect can not find fault with her.

He Sanniang couldn't write such a poem.

When the county lord of Jiayi, who showed her heart, looked at Gu Yi again, she did not hide her admiration.

The ladies present also like Gu Yi, but with the big Buddha of the county lord of Jiayi here, when they look at Gu Yi, they can only look at it secretly, if they are found by the county lord of Jiayi, they are also peeking at Gu Yi......

The consequences are unimaginable.

"Hey, it's your turn." Zhao Jingheng urged the autumn words, "Hurry up." ”

When Qiu Ci dipped in ink and was about to write, he said in a weird way, "You don't want to write love poems anymore, although I am smart, kind and resourceful, but I can't understand love poems." ”

Resourcefulness may be there, but intelligence and kindness are not really visible.

Everyone present thought secretly.

"No, it won't." Qiu Ji said to him with a smile.

She didn't bother to waste her brain, she had memorized so many poems before, and any one of them could throw away the love poems of the county lord Jiayi's disease-free moaning for 108,000 miles.

In just a few moments, the poem of Autumn Ci was written.

She put the sheep in her hand back in place and stepped aside with her hands folded.

"Written?" Zhao Jingheng said strangely.

She was so fast that she seemed to write without even thinking about it.

Autumn words are bowed.

"I'll see." Zhao Jingheng stepped forward.

Yun Jun'er was also very nervous, she ran over and tried to squeeze Zhao Jingheng away.

"I'll see, I'll see." She shouted.

"What's the hurry!" Zhao Jingheng glared at her, and took the poem written by Qiu Ci in his hand, "I'll read it first!" ”

Yun Jun'er also glared back at him, "Can't we watch it together?" ”

"Can't!" Zhao Jingheng said very simply, "I'll watch first!" ”

Yun Jun'er was helpless, so she had to make a small face to look behind him.

Zhao Jingheng pushed her away angrily.

A hand reached over and took the paper from his hand.

"I'll see it first." Gu Yi's voice sounded at the same time.

"Look, look." Zhao Jingheng glared at Yun Jun'er, "What to rob." The fisherman profited, right? ”

"I don't blame you for that." Yun Jun'er rolled her eyes and leaned behind Gu Yi.

Gu Yi's gaze swept across the paper, and his expression gradually became solemn.

The county lord of Jiayi did not let go of the expression on Gu Yi's face for a moment.

The way he looks, this poem must be written bullshit, right? She was secretly happy in her heart.

Let's just say it. Her Jiayi County Lord is quite famous in Beijing, how can she not compare to that He Sanniang!

"Good poetry!" Gu Yi's voice was full of exclamation and praise, "What a good poem!" Good poetry! ”

What the?

The county lord of Jiayi raised his head and looked at Gu Yi in disbelief.

Although Gu Yi is gentle and elegant on weekdays, he rarely praises people when he can praise him. But it's not easy.

He is already the first son in the world, who else deserves his praise?

But now, he has two lines and two poems in a row......

Is this really a well-written poem?

That's impossible!

The county lord of Jiayi stepped forward with an arrow, wanting to take the poem over.

But Zhao Jingheng had already taken the poem one step ahead of her.

"Good poetry! What a poem! Zhao Jingheng also said sternly, "It's really good! ”

Zhao Jingheng's words were originally not credible, but with Gu Yi's words in front, it was a different matter.

Qiu Ci only stood aside and didn't speak lightly.

Yun Ming is also very strange, the poems written by this woman are really that good?

He couldn't sit still. Also walked over.

The paper was still in Zhao Jingheng's hand, and he was still holding the paper to show Yun Ming.

"Fang Hui, look, this word! This poem! It's not worse than your Yunxiang Academy students, is it? Zhao Jingheng looked proud.

What the heck?

Yun Ming snatched the paper from his hand.

The first thing that catches your eye is the lines of thin and chic small characters, the strokes are fine, the edges and corners are sharp, and they are the most authentic willow body.

When did she learn willow?

Yun Ming still remembered the letter she sent him, those words could only be called Juanxiu, but they were far inferior to the current words, and they were strong. The body is sharp, and it has a compelling heroic spirit.

Then he saw the poem on the paper again.

A few plums in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

Haruka is not snow.

For there is a dark fragrance to come.

Although it is only a very simple poem, it is just 20 words, but it writes the nobility and tenacious vitality of plum blossoms.

In the ice and snow, only a few plum blossoms braved the frost and cold, shook the branch bones, and bloomed the branches. The image of not being afraid of the cold and the wind and snow jumped on the paper.

In just a few sentences, Mei's solitary elegance is vividly portrayed, and such a poem can no longer be called a good poem.

This can only be a swan song for the ages!

Yun Ming asked himself, there was no way he could write a better poem than this.

He looked at Qiu Ci with a hint of admiration in his eyes that he had never noticed.

Lord Jiayi couldn't imagine how Qiu Ci defeated her.

But she didn't accept it.

The poems of Qiu Ci have lofty meanings and great artistic conception, which are far from being comparable to her love poems.

In a few words, she wrote out Mei's purity and elegance, Mei's spirit, Mei's nobility, Mei's arrogance, and Mei's posture, all of which are not in place.

This is not a love poem, this is the swan song of the High Wind Festival!

Gu Yi personally delivered the 10,000 taels of silver tickets to Qiu Ci.

"Miss He San, your poem is worthy of this price." He said with a smile.

"Let Gu Qigongzi smile." said so, but she still accepted the silver ticket unceremoniously.

What a money grubber.

Gu Yi smiled, "Miss Hesan's handwriting is also good. He was a little puzzled, "Didn't you really invite Mr.?" ”

Qiu Ci shook his head with a smile, "There really isn't." ”

If you want to say that there is, in fact, there are, and Mr. Jing has made a lot of contributions.

However, this name is a bit big, and she hasn't paid the silver to Mr. Jing, so don't admit it.

"Miss He San is very talented." Gu Yi said, pointing to the poem again, "Is this poem for sale?" ”

Qiu Ji looked at him.

Sell? How to sell?

"Miss He San's words and poems are excellent, I paid 1,000 taels to buy this poem, I wonder if Miss He San is willing to cut her love?" Gu Yi is still gentle.

What the?!

The county lord of Jiayi couldn't believe what he heard.

Gu Yi actually wanted to pay a thousand taels to buy that woman's words and poems?

"That's not good, I'll give two thousand taels." Zhao Jingheng immediately said, "This poem still has the potential to appreciate!" ”

No way?!

Qiu Ci looked at Gu Yi and then at Zhao Jingheng.

These two people, aren't they joking?

"Three thousand taels." Gu Yi also said immediately.

Zhao Jingheng was dissatisfied, "I said Xiwen, what are you robbing with me, are you richer than me?" ”

A poem can be sold for three thousand taels, which is outrageous enough.

Qiu Ci never thought that her poems could still be sold for money.

"Five thousand taels." A voice said suddenly.

I'll go!

This one is even more outrageous!

It's actually five thousand taels!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and it turned out to be Yun Ming, who had been holding the paper and was silent.

Zhao Jingheng glared at him with a strange expression, "What are you making a fuss about!" ”

Yun Ming straightened his face, "After tomorrow, this poem by Miss He San will become a swan song for the ages, I bought this poem for Yunxiang Academy, five thousand taels is not too expensive." ”

Zhao Jingheng looked at him for a moment, and saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so he waved his hand, "That's it, just give you Yunxiang Academy a face, master, I am kind-hearted, and I won't rob you." ”

After some frolic, the county lord of Jiayi did not get the slightest benefit, but the poetry of Qiu Ci became popular.

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