"Sister, there is also a poem inscribed on it." Bu Qi's voice was also full of exclamation, "I have been practicing hard for my brother for several years, and I ask myself how far worse it is compared to this painting, and it really deserves to be a book from heaven!" ”

Bu Shilian nodded, and a look of praise appeared on his pretty face: "It's actually a new poem, the words are skillful, I'm afraid that this poem, those talents in the building can't make it." ”

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

After Bu Qi finished reading softly, the small courtyard was silent, and the brother and sister were already crazy.

"Brother, people who haven't been on the battlefield can't write such an artistic conception, those talents, hum ......"

Listening to his sister's unfinished words, Bu Qi sighed, "This is the best poem I have ever read for my brother, but I don't know who the author is?" ”

The two looked at the painting again, the place where the payment was empty, and the step trainer Yurong was full of regret, "This person doesn't want to leave a name, maybe it's a fairy-like character!" ”

Bu Qi also sighed, "My sister is determined to marry the hero of the world, for my brother, I must find out who wrote this poem, my sister is beautiful and fragrant, and she will definitely become a pair of fairy couples!" ”

Holding the book of heaven gently on his chest, the beautiful eyes of the trainer no longer looked at the moon, but looked at it from afar, and a clear figure seemed to emerge in the sky.

……

On the day of Qiaogong's birthday, he was invited by a friend to come to the Liuhe River to have fun.

"Sister, something has fallen from the sky."

"Sister, you lied to me again."

"Sister, really."

"Don't believe it, don't believe it, Frost doesn't believe it."

Qiao Shuang was shaking her little head like a rattle, but she saw a thin piece of paper floating down and sticking to her face.

"Aha, sister, sister has reminded you." Qiao Ying on the side clapped her little hands and smiled.

Qiao Shuang pouted and took off the nasty thing, and was about to throw it away, but saw a few lines of big characters dancing on it.

"Sister, who wrote you a love letter?" Qiao Ying's face was mischievous.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Shuang was not annoyed, and she didn't answer, but her little face turned crimson.

"Oh, what a love letter." Where could Qiao Ying still hold back the fire of gossip, and hurriedly walked up, seeing what was written on the paper.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

Qiao Ying was stunned for a long time, and suddenly hugged Qiao Shuang, "Sister, be honest, who wrote it to you?" ”

"Alas......"

Qiao Shuang sighed slowly, "With such a literary talent, Shuang'er is marrying him, so what's the matter?" ”

"That's it."

Qiao Ying pulled her sister's fragrant shoulders and looked at the microwave river, "My sister is also thinking the same." ”

On the night of Shouchun City, a lot of lanterns floated in the sky, dotting the air with colorful colors, and all kinds of papers hanging under those lanterns sneaked into the night with the wind and fell into thousands of households.

……

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the store door will collapse if you squeeze it any more!"

"Oops, whose hand is touching me!"

"Dare to cut in line, I don't want to live!"

Every shop in the Shouchun City Heroes Club was overcrowded, and the poems and paintings of that night made Shouchun City crazy, and the beautiful poems, the words that entered the wood one by one, quickly rose in the city to copy and collect.

I heard that the author who wrote these poems and paintings was Guiguzi's eldest disciple - Qi Xianren.

Although the people of Shouchun heard about it, because they had never seen it, they slowly faded their minds, and they didn't want to come to Shouchun tonight.

The fire of the people's gossip is burning, and for a time the reputation of the immortals is famous, and the next day the shops of the Qunying Association begin to sell all kinds of poems, words and paintings of the immortals, so the phenomenon of Luoyang paper is expensive appears in Shouchun City.

Each shop all kinds of signs, lanterns, shouting together, Shouchun City for a time was very lively, became a trend, everyone grabbed paper, grab pens, grab ink, especially paper, soon was sold out, although the group of heroes will be a lot of quantity, but still in short supply.

……

"President, at this rate, the paper we have in stock won't last more than a few days." Chen Ei's face was full of joy, "This month, our Yangzhou branch will definitely win the sales championship." ”

Liu Wei also laughed, "I still underestimate the love of the people of Jiangdong for literature, and we will sell our printed materials in two days, so that these literary young people can quench their thirst." ”

"I guess I still can't stand it." Chen Rong patted his head, "I'll go to the headquarters to urge the goods, and our Yangzhou branch will always be the first." ”

After watching Chen Rong go out, Liu Wei beckoned Zhen Yao to come over, "Jing Xing, let's go out and see the rush to buy in Shouchun City." ”

When the two of them went out, they saw that the flow of people on the street was a little more than usual, and from time to time there were some people trotting, shouting "Hurry, hurry, hurry." ”

"Lord, can we get a raise next year?" Zhen Yao asked with a grin.

"Well...... I have to discuss with all the Shangshutai lords to decide, and I believe that the money in your hands will only increase in the future......"

Before Liu finished speaking, he saw a commotion in the shop in front of him, mixed with the cry of "huh".

"Lord, do you want to go over and have a look?" Zhen Yao is also a lively person, shaking the folding fan in his hand and looking at the principal with a smile.

The two of them came to the side of the shop and heard a crisp voice.

"Sister, don't cry, let's go back."

"No, sister, woo woo......"

A pair of little sisters who were squeezed out, the hairpins on their heads were also messed up, the same height, and the younger girl was crying.

"Liar!"

Looking at a middle-aged man who turned around to leave, my sister couldn't help but curse while crying.

The middle-aged man was a splash on the street, called Niu Er, and when he saw that the two sisters and sisters wanted to buy poetry with some money, he coaxed them to say that they had it there.

The sisters happily gave the money to Niu Er, but they didn't expect Niu Er to turn around and leave, the younger sister stepped forward to stop her, was pushed by Niu Er, fell down the street, and cried with disappointment.

The elder sister hurriedly reached out to cover her little mouth, and after Niu Er heard it, he turned around and saw that the people on the street were all focusing on the shop, and no one paid attention to the pair of little sisters, so he couldn't help but get up in evil and walked back and pointed at the pair of little sisters.

"I told you to study at home, but I want to run out to play, and now I don't want to go back, I can't see you to death."

After that, she stretched out her hand to pull her sister, and her sister was in a hurry to block in front of her sister, and was grabbed by the cow, and immediately tore her clothes, revealing some delicate skin.

Niu Er saw the jade-like flesh and skin, although it was only a flash of shock, but it had already made him excited, and saw that although the two girls had not yet grown up, they were already budding little beauties.

(End of chapter)