In the white peony's residence, a handsome man with a graceful demeanor reclined in front of the desk, on which a number of delicate snacks and dried fruits were placed in a neat and orderly manner, and the freshly brewed large teapot was faintly steaming, and the fragrance of tea in the pot overflowed, filling the whole room.

The handsome boy is not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but at this time he pretends to be old and quite funny, he supports his forehead with one hand, and gently taps the beat on the desk with the other hand, and is listening intently to the woman opposite playing the guqin.

The door was gently pushed open from the outside, and the white peony's personal maid Ping'er walked in lightly, signaling with her eyes, the white peony's eyes flashed, the hands of the fuqin gradually stopped, and the beautiful guqin sound also stopped abruptly.

The handsome boy slowly opened his eyes, sat up, clapped his hands and exclaimed sincerely:

"Okay, good, the white fairy's piano skills are really worthy of their reputation, just like the sound of heaven, and it is not in vain that I came from afar, I have to hear such an elegant sound today, this son is worth the trip."

The handsome boy poured himself a cup of tea, closed his eyes slightly, savored it, I don't know whether it was tea or piano music, and after a while, he muttered:

"The aftermath lingers, and it is endless!"

Ping'er bent down and whispered in Bai Peony's ear for a moment, a burst of surprise flashed in Bai Peony's eyes, and then, her eyes flashed to the handsome boy opposite, and said with a smile:

"This son, Peony should have made tea with you and done elegant things, but there was a guest visiting ......."

The handsome boy didn't care, "Oh, I don't know who is visiting?" If you are an old friend of the peony fairy, you might as well invite in to drink tea and enjoy the natural sound of the fairy together. ”

Bai Peony said with a smile:

"It's not that the little girl's friend, but a few military masters came to me, but they have invested enough money, and the little woman really can't bear to brush off this friendship!"

"Master Jun? What are these warriors doing in this elegant place? Could it be that they also know poetry and songs? ”

After saying that, the handsome boy laughed to himself.

White Peony shook his head and said:

"If the son doesn't like it, the little girl will send someone to send them away, so as not to disturb your Yaxing"

The handsome boy frowned and said:

"It's not easy for this group of martial artists to make some money, since we have invested enough money, it seems that we are too unkind to drive away like this."

The white peony brushed the peach blush with a silk handkerchief, and said with a smile:

"This is easy to do, Ping'er, you go and tell a few military masters, according to my rules, if you want to see me need to make good poems, or can be proficient in music, if a few guests can't do it, then forgive the little girl for being rude."

The handsome boy smiled like a flower, and said softly:

"Wonderful, wonderful, or the fairy's strategy is good, this can be regarded as giving them a chance, but don't measure how they can understand the rhythm of poetry and music? I guess I'm going to be gone in a moment. ”

Bai Peony said with a smile:

"The little girl is easy to send here, I'm afraid that these military masters will be ruthless and block the door of the immortal's laughter, and the boy will be able to go out."

The handsome boy smiled and said:

"A few old **, can you still turn the sky upside down? If they dare to use force, I will not give them good fruit to eat if I take care of them. ”

Bai Peony covered his mouth and smiled: "Then it will inevitably be troublesome." ”

……

Outside the house, Miss Ping'er passed out the message of the white peony, and Yu Dayou jumped eight feet high when she heard it, and muttered dissatisfiedly:

"What, composing poetry, is there a mistake? My lord, can this silver be thrown into the water? ”

The little guy who ran the hall pursed his lips and smiled on the side, and he looked like this.

Su Jun frowned slightly, looked at the little girl with a disdainful look on her little chin on the opposite side, and sneered in her heart: "It's really drugged." ”

Tian Shunchang on the side said a little proudly:

"Don't be impatient, for my brother, I have read the sage book for a few years, in terms of poetry, I have a little dabbling, I might as well give a poem, but I don't know if I can get into the eyes of the peony fairy."

"Pen and ink are waiting, my family is going to write a poem."

Tian Shunchang's personal guard said loudly.

The little girl who ran the hall opened her mouth wide, with an incredible look, and even the little girl Ping'er on the opposite side hurriedly took a pen and paper after a while, and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency, don't write a limerick!"

Tian Shunchang's personal guard said proudly:

"You just look at it, my lord's literary talent, but he has been appreciated by Lord An Ning Zuo, you dogs look at people's things."

Brush brush, Tian Shunchang put down the pen like a god, changed the obscene image of the past, and after a while, he handed a pair of rice paper full of words to Ping'er, and said happily:

"Go and show it to your young lady to see if she is satisfied?"

Ping'er took the rice paper and looked at it, but she didn't see one, two, three, four, five, and turned around to leave.

"Wait, since Lord Tian left a pair of ink treasures, how can I not write one?"

Su Jun said lazily.

This time, not only the little guy and Ping'er who ran the hall were shocked, but even Tian Shunchang, Yu Dayou and others also widened their eyes and said in disbelief:

"Your Highness, but you can't believe me, I'm afraid that my attainments in poetry are not enough?"

"Master Su, can you do it?"

Su Jun ignored the performance of the others, turned to Yuan Chongwen and said:

"Grind ink!"

Then he picked up the pen, and wrote a few lines on the rice paper, and in an instant, an ancient poem was presented on the paper.

"It's not that I love the wind and dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge, and the flowers bloom and fall sometimes, always rely on the monarch of the East. If you go, you must go, and how can you live? If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns. ”

Poetry and songs, in an extreme time, Su Jun naturally can't compose it, but it's easy to copy a poem.

In the previous life, following the master's side, tired of practicing, in his spare time, Su Junke's ancient books and classics, Su Junke did not turn them over, and his brain power was amazing, even if he couldn't completely forget it, but he could also have a few seven, seven, eight, eight, and eight, after a short period of thought, Su Jun thought that this Yan Rui's fortune operator was not the most appropriate time for Ai Fengchen at this time.

The key is that Su Jun writes excellent calligraphy, standard face, vigorous and powerful, thick and majestic, and the atmosphere is refined, which is very different from the beautiful penmanship that is popular here, but it is also quite in line with his military identity.

Su Jun lifted the pen in one go, looked at the inked paper, smiled with satisfaction, quite satisfied with his work, he threw the brush in his hand aside, handed the rice paper to Ping'er, who was still sluggish, and said with a smile:

"Please give this subword to the peony fairy as well, and see if you can enter the fairy's eyes."

At this time, Ping'er's heart was extremely broken:

"Why are the current military and Han so demanding? How can you come out casually with a good hand, and you are so literate? Could it be that the two armies are facing each other in front of the battle, and the comparison is not between bows, horses, sabers and guns, but between poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? If you have a low literary talent, you will automatically retire? ”

It was not only the white peony's personal maid who collapsed, but Yu Dayou, Yuan Chongwen and others were also like eating flies, their mouths couldn't be closed for a long time, and they looked at Su Jun with a frightened face, as if they had never really known this peaceful son!