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Li Qingzhao's heart moved when he heard this, and he hurriedly looked at the poem carefully, his face gradually revealed a little shock, and his hands unconsciously clenched the rice paper, almost tearing it up. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ma'am?"

Zhao Mingcheng saw that her expression was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support her, and was about to say a few words of concern, but saw Li Qingzhao suddenly look back and asked loudly: "What does the National Teacher mean by writing this poem, please make it clear!" ”

"Didn't the poor monk just say it very clearly?" Wu Kai shrugged: "The poor monk is not good at poetry, so he had to borrow flowers to offer the Buddha the famous poems made by the layman a few years later." ”

Without waiting for everyone to react, Wu Kai arched his hand at them again, and said with a smile: "The poor monk is here, just to see the demeanor of the Yi'an monk, and now that he has got what he wants, it is time to return with all his happiness - please sit down, and let the poor monk go first!" ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked away.

After Wu Kai left, everyone looked at each other and was speechless, and Cai Yan couldn't help but probe his head and ask: "Layman, but I don't know the words of the national teacher......

"He's naturally talking nonsense!"

Li Qingzhao cut off Cai Ying's words with a straight face, but quickly rolled up the rice paper in his hand and carefully put it into his sleeve, obviously not wanting everyone to see the content on it.

But the more this happened, the more everyone felt that something was wrong, and they were about to step forward to ask what was going on, but they saw Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng said: "Xianggong, you must entertain all the adults here, and the concubine will retreat first." ”

As he spoke, he greeted everyone slightly, turned around and went back to the compartment.

The two main masters left one after another, and everyone naturally had no way to ask, so they had to suppress the curiosity in their hearts and sit back in their original places - but when they pushed the cup and changed the lamp again, they always felt that they were three points short of interest.

-- Dividing line --

said that Li Qingzhao returned to the cubicle, and a melon seed face collapsed, and he took out the song "Slow Voice, Looking for Seeking" from his sleeve and looked at it carefully, but the more he looked at it, the more chilling he felt.

"Are you alright, sir?"

At this time, a timid voice suddenly came into Li Qingzhao's ears, and she remembered that in addition to the Wang family who had left, there was also a Maode Emperor Zhao Fujin in the room.

Li Qingzhao subconsciously wanted to put the poems back away, but in the face of Zhao Fujin's concerned and eager gaze, he hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, handed the poems in his hand to Zhao Fujin, and said dejectedly: "If you want to see it, just read it, don't pass it on casually." ”

This Zhao Fujin is the fourth daughter of Song Huizong, and the most favored one - this can be seen from the fact that she dislikes the word 'princess', and Emperor Huizong changed the princess to 'emperor'.

Because she has been a favorite poet since she was a child, after marrying Cai Ying, she did everything possible to worship Li Qingzhao as a teacher, and often invited her to her home as a guest, and called her 'Mr.'.

Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng have no children under their knees, and after getting along with them for a long time, they faintly gave birth to a bit of mother-daughter affection, and they usually dote on them very much, so they naturally can't bear to refuse at this time.

"Sir, don't worry, this palace has always been strict-mouthed!"

Zhao Fujin was overjoyed, and he was busy taking it in his hand, spreading it out to take a closer look.

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable relatives......"

Rao is she just heard Li Qingzhao's admiration outside, and she was already mentally prepared, but after really seeing this poem, she couldn't help but have her eyes shining, and she couldn't help but praise it before she finished reading it: "It's really a good word that can last for centuries!" ”

I read it three times in a row from beginning to end, and the more I tasted it, the more I felt that it had a long aftertaste, especially the fourteen overlapping words at the beginning, which can be said to have created a precedent for the world of poetry and songs, but it was not abrupt at all, and it seemed to be mixed up like a natural thing.

Zhao Fujin tried to bring these seven sets of overlapping words into the rhythm again, and chanted softly a few times, and there was a feeling of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, only to feel that the lips and teeth were lingering in a sluggish, tactful and sad, as if witnessing a very sad woman whispering in front of her.

"That's a ...... What a ......."

Zhao Fujin's wonderful eyes blurred unconsciously, and he put the poem in his heart, and he didn't know how many times he liked it between muttering to himself.

After a long while, she noticed that Li Qingzhao's face was becoming more and more bitter, and she couldn't help but be startled, and said strangely: "Sir, no matter what the monk said is true or not, you have a wonderful poem, but why are you so disliked?" ”

Li Qingzhao shook his head with a wry smile, but after all, he couldn't match her coquettish words, so he had to explain: "As the saying goes, poetry is born from the heart, except for those singing and socializing, poetry is often a portrayal of a person's situation at the time, if this poem is really what I wrote a few years later......"

Although Li Qingzhao didn't finish speaking, Zhao Fujin had already understood what she meant, the artistic conception of this poem was naturally excellent, but the bitter taste that ran through the beginning and the end, if it was really a portrayal of Li Qingzhao's situation a few years later, it was very bad.

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

Especially if you taste this sentence, I am afraid that you will either fall out of favor due to old age and decay, or you will be middle-aged and widowed!

Zhao Fujin thought of the scene described in this poem, and his heart was also trembling, and he hurriedly relieved: "Didn't Mr. say that the 'demon monk' is a liar?" How can you take this liar's words seriously? Maybe he happened to get this poem, so he specially used it in front of Mr. to deceive! ”

In fact, even Zhao Fujin himself didn't believe these words, although this song "Slow Voice, Looking for and Seeking" is a little sad and dignified, but it is in the same vein as Li Qingzhao's current poetry, although the world is big, where to find a woman who is similar to Li Qingzhao's literary style and is not inferior? !

"I hope so."

So Li Qingzhao just smiled bitterly, took the poem from her hand, carefully put it away, and said with a forced smile: "Don't talk about this, you and I will say goodbye today, and I don't know when we will be able to-Fujin?" ”

Halfway through speaking, he found that Zhao Fujin was stunned there, and unconsciously raised his voice and called her, who knew that after Zhao Fujin came back to his senses, his face was a little crimson, and Li Qingzhao couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong with you?" What did Fang Cai think so intrigued? ”

Zhao Fujin hesitated slightly, thinking of the honesty of 'Mr.', so he also stepped forward and whispered a few words in Li Qingzhao's ear with a red face.

Li Qingzhao smiled dumbly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "How old are you, but what are you anxious about?" ”

But it turned out that Zhao Fujin had a whim, and planned to let Cai Yan find Wu Kai to ask the heir - she had been married to Cai Yan for more than three years, but there has been no movement, and she has recently begun to be anxious.

Zhao Fujin's face was full of shame, and he was about to throw himself into Li Qingzhao's arms to be coquettish, but he heard Li Qingzhao sigh again, and said with some loneliness: "Although there is no need to be in a hurry, it is always good to give birth to a son and a half daughter as soon as possible - since the concubine has some friendship with the monk, you can ask him to ask another day." ”