Chapter 21: The Pit Man

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Sweat, I didn't realize it for two days, just a little bit, tears flowed down my face~~

The petty official shouted again, asking for recommendations, collections, all kinds of tickets~~~

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When Wei Qiao said this, the little girl Xiangling was holding a roll of white paper, and some small things like wood happened to come behind Wei Qiao.

Qin Yun thought that Wei Qiao was in a lot of trouble, but he couldn't help but be stunned at first glance, and then said thoughtfully: "Don't worry, Xiaoyou, Qin is confident that he can still do this little thing." As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little weak. The 'little friend' in front of him always gave him an unpredictable feeling.

When Xiangling heard this, her eyes widened, and she looked at this storyteller who was a little different, but still not much different from the street performers, and felt that he had some 'bragging' as the young master said, but seeing that the young master did not make a sound, her big eyes flashed in confusion but she also pursed her small mouth, and stood obediently behind Wei Qiao.

Wei Qiao nodded lightly, and before he could make a move, Qin Yun said loudly: "Little Er, the four treasures of the study!" ”

As soon as Xiangling saw that her young master was going to write, she hurriedly put down the things in her arms, took the pen and inkstone brought by Xiao Er, and put it on the table.

Wei Qiao picked up the brush, and in Qin Yun's scorching gaze, he used all his strength to write.

Qin Yun leaned sideways, slowly read it out in his mouth, and in the end, he didn't applaud, but his mouth was dry, his hands trembled, and his eyes stared at Wei Qiao's line, with a shocked face.

"Through the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Zhou Zhong is looking for a solution. The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind.

The grass and trees in the slanting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane Yiyang once lived. Thinking about the past, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

Xiyuan hastily, sealed the wolf Juxu, and won the canghuang Beigu. In the second year of Wu Tao, I still remember that Chongzhou Road was fired.

can look back, under the Buddha Shrine, a crow shrine drum! Who asks, Lan Xiao is old, can he still eat? ”

History is always strikingly similar, and in Weiqiao's understanding, many things, in history, have happened in Daqi.

Qin Yun's eyes widened suddenly, he had already had the idea of using Wei Qiao, and deliberately asked him to ask him to preface. But as soon as Wei Qiao put down his pen, his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

Lan Xiao is his word, and this poem must be passed down through the ages!

He suddenly felt that he might have done something stupid, and with Wei Qiao's talent, the terrible scheming hidden in his indifference, he would enter the court in the future...... Qin Yun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his head, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Although he was seen through by Wei Qiao before, he also thought that he was too urgent and showed his flaws, so he fell behind everywhere and was led by Wei Qiao's nose. Coupled with Wei Qiao's current identity, he is still in a relatively high psychological position for Wei Qiao. But now that I think about it, I suddenly find that I really saw through everything about myself!

Qin Yun's expression was ugly, and he was not at all happy that the book had the best inscription, he looked at Wei Qiao's gaze and faintly began to tremble.

Wei Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he hadn't seen Qin Yun's extremely ugly face, and the brush that had stopped was put into the inkstone again, turned around, and raised it again.

Qin Yun looked stunned, and wanted to stop it, but his throat shook and he didn't say anything, and the people around him gradually turned their heads and looked at this side quietly.

Wei Qiao pressed the book in his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, looked resolute, and stood at the table in a green shirt.

Xiangling's little face flushed with excitement, even if she didn't understand poetry, she could see that the young master's poem was definitely a good poem!

In the surprise of everyone, Wei Qiao once again had enough strength, and the majestic poems jumped on the paper!

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Fifty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

The shame of the old year is still snowing; When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque. ”

Wei Qiao's poem is very straightforward and directly refers to the annihilation of the DPRK and China, and also alludes to Qin Yun's determination to cleanse the world. He had already guessed the reason for the incident, since Qin Yun wanted to cater to the emperor, Wei Qiaosuo would give him a reorganization of the mountains and rivers!

Qin Yun read in a low voice, his eyes flashed with essence, his face twitched red, he slapped the table suddenly, and shouted: "Okay! Well written! Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky! Good! Good! Good! Three good in a row, but he still can't express the excitement in his heart at the moment!

This is his dream for many years, he has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, pretending to be crazy and stupid, just to be able to return to the court one day, cleanse the world, and show his ambitions! Wei Qiao's short more than 100 words vividly wrote his ambition of humiliation and patience over the years, and he couldn't help but feel excited and surging in his heart. There is a faint sense of pity!

As soon as Wei Qiao finished writing, he exhaled deeply. If you imitate the form and spirit of a poem, you must pay a lot of effort. Both of these poems contain the extremely rich and sensitive emotions of the lyricist, and if you want to imitate it, you must be immersed in the scene and put yourself in that position!

Wei Qiao has never tried it like this, but when he tried it today, in addition to the hearty pleasure, he was deeply tired!

Wei Qiao exhaled deeply, looked at Qin Yun, who was already excited, and said indifferently: "I have already helped you with everything I can do, and at the Buddha Conference in the evening, I will introduce you to Master Yinkong." ”

Qin Yun looked stunned, and said continuously: "Okay, good, it's a little troublesome, it's a trouble for Wei Gongzi!" Qin Yun no longer has the mentality of an 'old friend' at this moment, and there is a trace of indescribable color in his complicated eyes.

Wei Qiao understood his thoughts, nodded lightly, and said to Xiangling, "Let's go." ”

The Buddhist conference lasted from noon to night, and Wei Qiao's mind was drowsy, and he wanted to sleep.

The little girl was still staring at the book, her mouth opened and closed, and when she saw that Wei Qiao had left, she hurriedly picked up the things on the table and trotted after her.

Qin Yun trembled his hands, his eyes flickering as he stared at the two words on the page. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and looked at the already empty door, and the surging feelings in his heart echoed for a long time.

"Lord Qin?" Suddenly, a confused shout made Qin Yun stunned.

He turned his head and saw an old man with a pale face standing in front of him, with a smile on his face that made him hateful, he frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "Your Excellency didn't recognize the wrong person, right?" He has been away from Jinling for more than ten years, and he really can't remember who the person in front of him is.

The old man smiled, and said in a somewhat sharp voice, "Lord Qin, my lord invites you to come over." ”

Qin Yun instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he saw the old man slowly take out a golden waist card from his waist, his face changed suddenly, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

Before he could react, the old man had already turned away, and his voice was still gentle, "Don't forget to bring that book." ”

Qin Yun's legs trembled, all kinds of complicated and inexplicable expressions flashed in his eyes, he suddenly picked up the things on the table, and stumbled towards the teahouse with the old man.