"No, you don't."

Xiao Yuan gently pushed her away, and then walked to a table in a hurry.

This is where Su Xiaoxiao lives, and on the table, there are some of her daily writing and drawing.

Ruan Ming is right, this is indeed a talented woman.

After flipping through some things at random, Xiao Yuan asked drunkenly: "These calligraphy, paintings, and poems are all the works of girls?" ”

"Let Childe see and smile." Su Xiaoxiao said hurriedly.

"Yes, that's good." Xiao Yuan smiled, lifted the brush drunkly, and dipped it in ink as if he was unstable:

"I'm happy today, I'm amazed by the girl's talent, and I'm willing to write three words and two sentences to compare with the people in the world!"

When he said this, he was obviously drunk, if he was in normal times, how could he have such idleness.

When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, she pursed her lips slightly, secretly feeling funny, what a tone compared to the people in the world, this boy is really drunk.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Xiao Yuan had already lifted the brush, found the wall, and when he was drunk, he pressed it hard, and the pen was pressed open.

"Childe ......" saw that he was going to graffiti on the wall of his boudoir, Su Xiaoxiao wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

She looked anxious, where did she believe that Xiao Yuan could really write something good.

Xiao Yuan ignored it, and began to dance with dragons and phoenixes.

He is a king, and his handwriting is not decent, but arbitrary, unusually sloppy, and has an indescribable momentum.

He squandered at will, improvising with wine.

When he finished writing, he also looked at the wall and smiled heartily, and said in a drunken state: "Okay, good! ”

And Su Xiaoxiao was already stunned, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked incredible.

Dance low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

The first two sentences have the meaning of talking about Qinglou, and the last two sentences are more like talking about Su Xiaoxiao himself in terms of artistic conception.

She didn't speak for a long time, and was shocked.

Because in her opinion, Xiao Yuan has not been brewing for a long time, but improvised with wine.

With a casual stroke of the pen, she wrote down this poem that touched her heart.

"Jin Se gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Sihua Nian......"

She muttered, tears in her eyes.

Xiao Yuan casually threw away the brush, turned around and looked at Su Xiaoxiao drunkenly: "When the girl sees this poem, can she compare it with the people of the world!" ”

"Childe, Childe is talented, and the little woman is deeply impressed." She looked at Xiao Yuan's eyes, not to mention how moving.

Such a person who is as young as a jade and has such a talent, for Su Xiaoxiao, it is fatal!

"Haha-" Xiao Yuan smiled heartily again, and then seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, and almost fell.

"Childe be careful." Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly held it up.

Xiao Yuan raised his hand: "Okay, let's stop here today, I'm very happy, there is a girl singing and dancing, your piano skills are superb." ”

"Childe...... Childe is so drunk, it's still ...... Can you go back......" she whispered, blushing.

Xiao Yuan didn't notice these at all, as if he remembered something, and suddenly said: "By the way, I almost forgot, since I have scribbled on it, how can I not leave my name!" Today, we have to learn from those literati! ”

As he spoke, he also pushed Su Xiaoxiao away, searched for a long time, and then found the brush, and wrote down at the bottom left of the poem:

King Xiao Yuan of Qin

Su Xiaoxiao was still curious about his name, and when she saw the inscription, she was stunned!

"What!? Son...... You...... You are ......"

Xiao Yuan burped, and first pointed to the inscription: "Xiao Yuan, King of Qin." ”

pointed at himself again: "I am Xiao Yuan, King of Qin......"

He was visibly drunk.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

"Childe ......" Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly supported him again, and at the same time, there was fear in her beautiful eyes.

The next day.

In Su Xiaoxiao's room, I don't know how many people gathered.

Almost all the girls in Nuanxiang Pavilion came to see the excitement.

The proprietress and Ruan Ming stood at the front, looking at the inscription on the wall, and couldn't help but grin secretly: "This, this yesterday's son-in-law is actually the dignified King of Qin?" ”

"Nonsense! Otherwise, Benguan An can be so respectful! Ruan Ming said angrily, and said: "I didn't intend to let you know, but the king wrote an inscription here." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but read the poem again, and couldn't help nodding and said: "Amazing, amazing, this is King Mobao, I said boss, you are developed." ”

"Huh? Nguyen ...... What does Lord Ruan mean? The proprietress was a little unresponsive.

"You're stupid!" Ruan Ming pointed to the wall and said: "King Qin is in the Warm Incense Pavilion, in Su Xiaoxiao's room, swiping a pen and inscription, such a quatrain, the people of the world know it, and they must not flock to it!" ”

"Huh?" After he reminded her, the proprietress also came back to her senses, first with joy, and then waved everyone away: "Go, go!" Don't gather around here, beware of breaking the poems......"

As she spoke, she took Su Xiaoxiao's hand again, and said with joy on her face: "Xiaoxiao, you are really amazing, with the inscription of King Qin, from now on, who in the world does not know the Nuan Xiang Pavilion, and who in the world does not know the name of Miss Su." ”

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red, but she felt an inexplicable loss.

And Ruan Ming was right, after this happened, within two days, it had spread all over the streets and alleys.

You must know that Xiao Yuan is the king of a country, and his inscription does not need to build momentum at all, and it will naturally form a kind of wind and waves.

The Warm Fragrance Pavilion instantly became full, and there was an endless stream of guests, especially young talents and literati.

They all came here for only one purpose, that is, to pay homage to the poems inscribed by King Qin, whether they are true or false.

At this time, Xiao Yuan had already set off to return to Qinzhou.

Along the way, the black armor and red tassels lined up into a long dragon, with no end in sight, and the soldiers were brightly armored and lined with long halberds.

Xiao Yuan rode a war horse and walked at the front of the team.

By his side, there were Xu Hu and others guarding him, and everyone walked unhurriedly, Shangguan Wenruo couldn't help but smash the horse's belly and came up, saying:

"King, Weichen heard that you wrote an inscription in the Nuanxiang Pavilion, I don't know if it's true or not."

"Hehe, drunk, drunk." Xiao Yuan laughed dryly.

Shangguan Wenruo said: "The poet has heard that the king is not only eloquent, but also talented, but also heartbreaking......"

The team marched all the way, and after more than half a month, it had entered the mountain pass and returned to Qindi.

At this time, the inscription of King Qin's Nuanxiang Pavilion not only caused a sensation in Liangzhou, but also spread all over the world.

Xuanwang Palace, in the study.

Looking at the poems on the table, King Xuan's beautiful eyes first flashed with a look of appreciation, and then he couldn't help but ask: "This is the original sentence of King Qin?" ”

"Yes, it's transcribed word for word." Yang Zhao returned.

"Oh......"

King Xuan replied casually, not knowing what he was thinking.