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The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

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Quiet, very quiet, very quiet.

In the center of Fan Garden, the platform is full of famous talents, and the platform is full of scholars and scholars, the lights are swaying, and the figures are shaking.

Although there are many people standing here, there are no people talking, only birds and insects chirping, and the laughter of wine in the Fan Tower not far away.

These people are obviously big living people, but they are all as if they have been immobilized, all of them have different forms and are motionless, but although they are not moving, and their bodies have their own postures, their expressions are surprisingly consistent - shocking!

There are two people except for them, that is, the two people in the center of the stage, one looks calm, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned and a little proud; One was pale, and his whole body seemed to tremble.

Of course, there was also a woman who had been petrified at this time, but her face was pale, as if someone had forcibly pulled something out of her body at that moment just now.

- The woman is Li Qingzhao.

"Well... Good words! It can be passed down through the ages! ”

It was no one else who clapped her hands and admired, it was Li Qingzhao who looked weak and complaining, and she didn't know why she was weak or complained.

This is the first time since the beginning of the word meeting that Li Qingzhao has spoken to praise the word, and it is also a praise for her husband's opponent, this kind of weight is absolutely unshakable in this word meeting, it is conceivable that the extraordinary nature of this word can make Li Qingzhao willingly impressed!

As soon as Li Qingzhao's words fell, the talented literati on and off the stage who had woken up suddenly stirred up a thousand waves like a stone, and they began to talk endlessly, and their tones were full of admiration and happiness.

It is a great happiness for every literati to be able to witness the birth of ancient terms.

Since silently reciting "Drunken Flower Yin", Wu Zhi first apologized to Li Qingzhao in his heart, and then he has been looking at Xiao Qi, his eyes are full of autumn waves.

Xiao Qi was very excited, her big eyes stared at Wu Zhi with radiant eyes, her eyes were full of admiration and admiration, there was some relief, the star that was pleased with her did not disappoint her, and there was some happiness, but her happiness was different from others.

"'After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.' Wonderful, wonderful! What a 'dark fragrance sleeve'! When the float is white! ”

After Mr. Zhou, who was the first on the stage, finished speaking, he was overjoyed, and directly picked up the wine jug and blew it on his mouth.

"'Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.'" This sentence is even more absolute, what kind of loneliness and what kind of grievance do you have to go through to write such a wonderful sentence! Is this really just a word made up by a man? ”

After reading it, several famous artists looked at Wu Zhi's eyes strangely, they were thinking, Wu Zhi was either a pervert or a woman, and at this moment they were curious and really wanted to tear Wu Zhi's clothes to see what was going on.

Wu Zhi felt a chill behind him, and when he turned around and saw the confused eyes of several old guys, he immediately glared at them, as if to warn them not to mess around with him......

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"Fake! It must be fake! ”

After trembling for a while, Zhao Mingcheng on the stage finally roared hysterically, at this time, everyone on and off the stage was reading Wu Zhi's poem, who still remembered his song "Drunken Flower Yin" just now?

"This must have been copied by him!" After Zhao Mingcheng attracted everyone's attention, he immediately pointed at Wu Zhi and said hatefully.

"Plagiarism? Is it plagiarism of your lady again? Glancing at Zhao Mingcheng coldly, Wu Zhi turned his head to Li Qingzhao and asked, "Mr. Li, I don't know if you have ever made such a word?" ”

Li Qingzhao looked at Wu Zhi, then at Zhao Mingcheng, and shook his head embarrassedly.

"I have not made such a word......"

Wu Zhi respectfully bowed his head to Li Qingzhao to show his gratitude, in fact, there are more sorry here, this "Drunken Flower Yin" is not created by you Li Qingzhao!

"Even if it's not my wife, then this word must have been made by someone else! It's definitely not something he can do......" Zhao Mingcheng pointed at Wu Zhi and said wantonly.

"Why are you so sure it's definitely not him?"

"Why are you so sure it's definitely not me?"

Xiao Qi and Wu Zhi almost asked Zhao Mingcheng in unison, it is true that Zhao Mingcheng is small in energy, and he is framed at all.

"He's not even a child......" Zhao Mingcheng said without confidence.

"You're a jinshi, why can't you do it?" Xiao Qiling's teeth were sharp, and Zhao Mingcheng, who spoke bluntly, was speechless.

Seeing Zhao Mingcheng dumbfounded, Wu Zhi looked around and swore an oath: "This word is indeed made by me, you are all people who are rich and rich, has anyone heard this word before?" Seeing that everyone shook their heads, Wu Zhi continued: "If anyone can find anyone who made this word before me...... Even if I plagiarize! ”

Everyone has never heard the words, and Wu Zhi's words have been said to this one, so everyone no longer doubts Wu Zhi.

At this time, the people who had ridiculed Wu Zhi just now were all red-faced, and they couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, but most of them looked at Wu Zhi's eyes full of complicated looks, wanting to worship and praise, but because Wu Zhi had no fame, their group of people had too many students, and there were even Jinshi officials, even if Wu Zhi made such wonderful words, they still cared about Wu Zhi's white body.

"Mingcheng, go back to your seat!"

Seeing that Zhao Mingcheng was also embarrassed and embarrassed, Old Man Zhou immediately said to him, after all, he is the son of the prime minister, and everyone has to take care of his face.

"Wait! Zhao Gongzi, there is also a new word in the next, I want you to also pair a pair of word cards! ”

Zhao Mingcheng just wanted to throw up his sleeves and leave, but Wu Zhi immediately stopped him.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, this plot reversed too quickly, it was Zhao Mingcheng who was looking for fault just now, and this will become the beginning of trouble again to find fault.

Zhao Mingcheng was also stunned after being stopped by Wu Zhi, but immediately his arrogance came up again, and after snorting coldly, he stopped his steps, looking like he had something to say and fart quickly.

Other people on and off the stage don't have too many expectations for Wu Zhi to challenge Zhao Mingcheng, after all, Zhao Mingcheng has become famous, and he still has two brushes, you are a person who doesn't even have fame, even if you have some talent for lyrics, but you can't always make the eternal noun like just now, right?

Therefore, everyone thinks that this Zhou Gongzi wants to embarrass Zhao Gongzi in turn, but he is really looking for the wrong person.

"Zhao Gongzi, please listen carefully, my new song is called "Slow Voice"." Wu Zhi said loudly, and then he began to recite another swan song of the original Li Qingzhao according to the artistic conception of the words as much as possible: ""Slow Voice"——

Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest, two lamps and three glasses of light wine, how can he be the enemy and the wind is in a hurry at night?

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, how can I get a bad word? ”

“…… This was done in late last fall. ”

At the end, Wu Zhi added shamelessly. At the end of last autumn, Wu Dalang was indeed quite sad.

After the words were read this time, there was no silence as just now, only a soft sobbing on and off the stage......

The old man and several famous people on the stage were already crying tears, and those talented people were also full of tears......

Why do you cry?

Because of happiness!

Full of happiness!

Confucius said: When you hear the Tao, you can die at night.

For the literati, good writing, subtle and timeless poetry, is their way. But in the time of a pillar of incense, they actually heard two good words from the past and the present, how could they not feel so happy that they were so excited that they shed tears?

Li Qingzhao has also shed tears, she is not crying because of happiness, on the contrary, her heart is empty, and it seems that her heart has been hollowed out all of a sudden. She shed tears because she thought the word was too good, so wonderful! At the same time, she was very sad, why was such a good word as sadness made so early?

If someone makes it later, will you have the opportunity to make such a good word?

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable! …… This time, how can you get a sad word? ”

Li Qingzhao read these words silently, looked at Zhao Mingcheng who was trembling on the stage, and smiled bitterly, she thought that she was born in a family of eunuchs and dignitaries, and she had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child, and she was extremely talented, and she was loved by thousands of people. Later, he married such a husband who loves himself and is still the son of the prime minister, the husband and wife are happy with each other and have similar interests, where do you understand the taste of sorrow?

In the future, I will not be able to write such poignant and sad words.

——Thinking of this, Li Qingzhao sighed and smiled with relief.

"This Zhou Gongzi, you have come up with two wonderful words in a row, which makes me wait for a gluttonous feast! Contented! Please wait for me! ”

At this time, where is there anyone who cares if Zhao Mingcheng is right or not, squeezing Zhao Mingcheng away, Old Man Zhou and a group of celebrities surrounded Wu Zhi and bowed to him.

Even those arrogant talents had to bow their heads and follow the celebrities to bow to this white body without any fame!

Wu Zhi smiled politely at everyone, and then he tiptoed to see Xiao Qi and beckoned to Xiao Qi playfully.

"Qi'er, come here!"

Such a glorious moment of being worshipped, Wu Zhi naturally wanted to share it with Xiao Qi, after all, Xiao Qi never gave up when he was humiliated just now, and he didn't pretend not to know himself.

Xiao Qi smiled sweetly, and immediately jumped to Wu Zhi's side with a smile.

"You are a martial official! You are really a martial official! ”

Just when Wu Zhi and Xiao Qi were surrounded by the crowd swarming from the stage, a thick Shandong mouth sound sounded, and everyone suddenly quieted down.

"That's right! You are the martial arts official of Qingzhou! I read that absolutely right! ”

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