Chapter Twenty-Three: The eternally classic thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind

The next day, when Mo Qingqing woke up, Snow Tiger was already squatting in front of her like a cat, licking her palm, Qiu Yue rubbed her eyes and came out of the side room, it seemed that Xue Hu didn't have much rejection of Qiu Yue.

There is still a day for the birthday ceremony today, Mo Qingqing rubbed Xue Hu's head, and had an idea, anyway, the banquet is boring, it is better to take a stroll around this summer resort, she has been here for so many days, and she has been trapped in the small room for so many days.

Mom, Mo Qingqing would rather go back to junior high school to write homework than review these folds.

After thinking about today's content, today is mainly to hold a poetry meeting, which is called poetry if it sounds good, and it is called pit people with poetry if it sounds bad.

Mo Qingqing doesn't study much about ancient poems, it's very good to be able to write one, and what kind of connotation do you want to talk about, it's better to kill her, she will only be ugly when she appears.

I really don't know whose idea it was, the birthday party shows off the poems, and it is estimated that Mo Shi's poetry writing skills should not be low.

It seems that today's poetry meeting is actually held in the Imperial Garden, so Mo Qingqing just needs to take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

After breakfast, I saw Yu Wentian, it was really a narrow road, and now Yuquanguo should have known that Mo Qingqing threw the congratulatory gift he sent into the cold palace, to be honest, that woman is also really beautiful and moving, but when she encounters Mo Qingqing, a pseudo-man, no matter how beautiful she is, it is useless.

You deserve to give a congratulatory gift to a woman!

She deserves Yu and Yue to say that she doesn't lift! Although it doesn't matter if she lifts or not...... You have to do all the plays.

But now I haven't seen Yu Heyue beside Yu Wentian, and it is estimated that she is also afraid that Yu Heyue, a pig teammate, will harm him.

If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates.

Mo Qing's skin smiled without smiling, and after a few words of greeting without pain, he went to the Imperial Garden with him, and there was another person who went to the Imperial Garden, no, a tiger.

A snow-white snow tiger followed behind her ass.

The ministers gasped, obediently, a tiger actually followed her, and a certain minister was about to be scared out of a heart attack.

Snow Tiger snorted a hache and squatted under her feet and snored.

The snow tiger is fierce by nature, and the Qianling Kingdom did not have a good intention to send the snow tiger, no one would have guessed that this snow tiger was actually no different from a cat.

Xiang Yan was a little unhappy in his heart, he knew that this snow tiger was so easy to tamesticate, so he wouldn't give it as a gift, and it was still a difficult and dangerous thing to be able to train a ferocious beast as his pet, but after the training was successful, the value would rise to a sky-high price.

Mo Qingqing touched its tiger ears: "Bai Xue, go outside first." ”

Bai Xue was given a name by Qiu Yue, and Mo Qingqing felt that this name was as uncaring as Qiu Yue's own name.

Snow snorted and slowly ran outside, snoring at the door.

Mo Qingqing actually complained in her heart: How can I slip away when I climb outside the door?

Looking at the wall more than three meters high, Mo Qingqing still wants to climb over the wall.

She laughed dryly and asked Qiu Yue on the side: "How do you play this......"

Qiu Yue was taken aback by her actions: "Your Majesty? Didn't I remember that you were very good? ”

Mo Qingqing pouted: "Don't talk nonsense, say, otherwise you will be deducted from your salary for three months." ”

"Your Majesty, this game is actually just a poem written by each person, flowing from the first person to the last person, and then appreciating it."

What the hell is that appreciation? Mo Qingqing already has the consciousness of writing children's songs.

After thinking about it, Yu on the side asked Tiandao: "Why don't the emperor come first?" ”

"Huh?" Let her make a fool of herself first?

Mo Qingqing was a little angry, for people like her who don't like intrigue hate being calculated the most, she thought about the poems she had read before and suddenly had an idea.

Isn't it to write poetry? Okay, so he wrote it to them.

She made up her mind, spread out the rice paper, and wrote a few words on the rice paper: "The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind".

Yu Wentian had long known that Mo Qingqing had written good poems, but he came prepared this time.

Mo Qingqing has practiced calligraphy for several months, and the words he writes are finally not so doggy.

In August and autumn, the wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof.

Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, and the tall ones hang on the treetops,

The lower one floats to the sinking pond pass. The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless,

Forbearance can be opposite to the thief, and openly hug the grass into the bamboo.

His lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness.

The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken.

Since the mourning and lack of sleep, the long night is wet.

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving.

Alack! When I suddenly saw this house in front of me, it was enough for me to freeze to death.

He was stupid, Yu Wentian and everyone were also on the side, although the words on the rice paper were not good, but this poem was definitely a good poem, not to mention the rhyme of the poem or something, just that central idea crushed everyone.

Mo Qingqing put away his pen and clapped his hands, of course it's good, can the poems written by the dignified Du Fu poet be bad? This poem is the most familiar poem she memorized in junior high school.

She guessed that the timeline of this world was different from her own world, so there were no poets in this world, Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Mo Qingqing had been here for so long, and there was a wandering blind poet He Niu here.

Yu Wentian actually said: "Your Majesty, what is in your poem that the children of Nancun are bullying me and powerless?" Could it be that the emperor ...... "really don't lift it?"

Mo Qingqing raised 10,000 middle fingers at Yu Wentian, but she had already figured out how to explain: "A few years ago, I went to live in the countryside for a few days, staying in an old woman's house, the wind was very strong at that time, and this kind of thing happened the next day, I just suddenly remembered the suffering of the working people a few years ago." ”

Mo Qingqing felt that what he said was so reasonable, and he couldn't refute it.

"What the emperor wrote is really a good poem." A certain minister touched his beard, "The emperor is dedicated to the people, and Weichen really admires the emperor so much, and is willing to be a cow and a horse for the emperor." ”

"I am willing to be a cow and a horse for the emperor."

A large group of courtiers spoke in unison, Mo Qingqing still felt a sense of accomplishment, a poem in exchange for the loyalty of countless people, worth it!

There is no doubt that the poems in this poetry meeting are Mo Qingqing, and Du Fu's poems are good and not impeccable, everyone has to be convinced if they are not convinced, only Yu Heyue has some opinions, and they talk for a long time, Mo Qingqing is too lazy to care, there is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs himself.

To be continued......