Good poetry! ”

"Sure enough, good poetry!"

"Song Nongnu......" Qiao Yu raised his head.

"I didn't write it!"

Song Qingyuan's crisp voice interrupted Qiao Yu's words.

Qiao Yu was stunned and asked, "Who did that?" ”

"He Zhizhang"

"He Zhizhang ......"

Qiao Yu pondered for a while, and then shook his head and said, "I have never heard of this person. ”

He Zhizhang, whose name is Ji Zhen, is a famous poet and calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty.

However, Song Qingyuan travels through the previous history.

As for the history of the Great Qi Dynasty, whether there was such a person or not, Song Qingyuan did not know.

He could only say, "Probably a hermit poet." ”

Qiao Yu nodded, "It's a pity that we didn't have a chance to meet!" ”

As he spoke, he no longer dwelled on the question of poetry, but focused his attention on Song Qingyuan's willow characters.

Time passes slowly.

Just when Song Qingyuan thought that Qiao Yu was going to say something, he saw him put away the painting and turned around and left without saying a word.

Song Qingyuan stood in place in vain, facing his back, silently rolling his eyes!

This man...... It's weird!

Early the next morning.

A piano unsurprisingly appeared on the dining table.

"Can you ask Song Nongnu to play a song?"

Qiao Yu's eyes were earnest, not caring at all about the surprised gazes of the others around him.

One mind is placed on letting Song Qingyuan play the piano.

"Alas!" Song Qingyuan sighed lowly.

Raising his head, "Young Master Qiao, if I don't play, do you still want to continue to entangle?" ”

Hearing this, Qiao Yu's brows were tightly twisted together, as if he was in a dilemma.

If the answer is yes, it will inevitably seem deceitful and vexatious.

If the answer is no, he is not reconciled.

After all, the purpose of his trip ...... I just want to see Song Qingyuan's talent.

Qiao Yu stiffened his face and did not speak.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, walked to the piano case, and gently put his delicate fingers on the strings, slowly plucking them.

A melodious mountain tune appeared in the hall.

At the end of the song, Song Qingyuan looked up at Qiao Yu and said bluntly, "If Gongzi Qiao has any other requirements, just mention it!" ”

Song Qingyuan thought that instead of being entangled by Qiao Yu day and night, it was better to meet his requirements once and for a complete end.

"Draw!"

Qiao Yu didn't think about it, and blurted out.

"Good!" Song Qingyuan should go down.

Raised his hand and beckoned the red sleeves, took the drawing paper, and painted according to Qiao Yu's request.

A moment later.

A few flowers appeared on the drawing paper, neither subtle nor fascinating, it was really ordinary, and Qiao Yu frowned when he saw it.

After a while, I remembered that Song Qingyuan said that she couldn't draw well.

It turned out that Song Nongnu was really not good at painting.

Qiao Yu also knew that this was difficult for a strong man, so he no longer struggled.

suddenly got up, walked to Song Qingyuan's side, took off the purse on his body, and put it in front of Song Qingyuan's eyes.

continued, "The pine and cypress picture on this is embroidered by the embroidery lady at home, I don't know if the female red of the Song peasant girl can be compared with it?" ”

"Can't!" Song Qingyuan shook his head, "I'm not good at being a girl." ”

Among the four sisters of the Song family, Song Qinglian is the best embroiderer.

When she was not married, she worked with the Sun family to earn private money by selling embroidery.

The second place is Song Qingrong, and Song Qingyuan is the third place against Song Qingmo.

Despite this, her female popularity is still a little unsatisfactory!

Usually sewing and mending is okay, but the things that are really embroidered are very different from the special embroiderers.

"That cooking ......," Qiao Yu said.

"General! Only can be wrapped in the stomach! Song Qingyuan replied truthfully.

Her food is clever and innovative, but when it comes to the real color, aroma and taste, she may find it difficult for her to do it.

The female celebrity is not good, the cooking skills are not good, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are only reluctant, so why is she......

Qiao Yu couldn't figure it out, and stood in place and fell into a tangle.

Song Qingyuan didn't pay attention to it, and turned sideways as always.

Early the next morning.

Qiao Yu, as usual, appeared at the dinner table.

Song Qingyuan glanced at it and smiled slightly.

"I don't know what Mr. Qiao asks for today?"

Song Qingyuan thought that she played chess, played the piano, painted her, and counted poems, although they belonged to others.

But in this way, it can be regarded as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As for female celebrities and cooking, she has already made it clear that she is not good at it.

So what will Qiao Yu test her next?

Song Qingyuan was thinking about it, only to see Qiao Yu turn his back and say, "On the emperor's politics and the emperor's heart, Song Nongnu thinks, how to solve the problem?" ”

"Uh......"

Song Qingyuan was stunned, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Young Master Qiao, is this a test of my strategy?"

There was uncertainty in Song Qingyuan's voice.

You must know that she is a woman, and she will not have the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, and she will be tested and taught by strategy, which is not a joke.

Who knows, Qiao Yu nodded solemnly, "Exactly!" ”

Song Qingyuan frowned, quickly stretched out, and said slightly apologetically, "Gongzi Qiao is very sorry, I can't answer this question to you." ”

"I have read the topics of the imperial examination, but I have not studied them, if I want to make a fuss, it is really difficult for a strong man."

Song Qingyuan asked herself, she didn't have this ability, nor did she have this literary talent.

Let's not talk about whether she will make a decision.

It is said that as a daughter, she has expressed a few views on the major affairs of the court and talked eloquently.

If it is passed out, it will be beyond its ability and make it laughable and generous.

It is even possible to lose the reputation that you have worked so hard to earn.

Such a thing that outweighs the loss, Song Qingyuan is not stupid, he will not do it.

"You...... You ......"

Qiao Yu stood in place, entangled for a long time, and then said as if reluctantly, "Are you good at singing and dancing?" ”

Sing? Dance?

Song Qingyuan blinked, she didn't sing out of tune, did she dance...... I studied for two years as a child.

But no matter what, it's not good at it.

So, Song Qingyuan shook his head honestly.

Qiao Yu didn't seem to believe it, and stared straight with his eyes, as if he had the intention of letting Song Qingyuan sing and dance on the spot to verify it.

But Qiao Yu finally had some scruples, and did not rashly propose it, losing his sense of proportion.

In the next trip, Qiao Yu, Song Qingyuan, Li Gonggong and others walked on the same road.

Occasionally, I would ask Song Qingyuan a few questions.

It seems that he wants to find the advantages of Song Qingyuan from Song Qingyuan's words.

As for whether he could find it, Song Qingyuan didn't know.

But the road was quite peaceful.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and after days of traveling, Song Qingyuan and his party finally came to the capital.

"It's finally ......," Song Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh.

Lift the curtain and look out.

I saw Qiao Yu on one side riding a horse.

"Do you want to say goodbye?"

Song Qingyuan was thinking about it, but he heard Qiao Yu say, "You are not as good as Su Mo!" ”

Song Qingyuan "......"

There's a saying about mom mmp, I don't know if to talk about it or not, it's really ......

Song Qingyuan resisted the urge to burst into foul language, and as soon as he raised his head, "I ......"

But at this time, Qiao Yu turned around neatly and rode away. "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlord of a Farm"

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Chapter 1172: Why Not Yet?