As soon as these words fell, Yan Jin's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect Gu Niangzi to be a person who knows how to paint, and she is really clumsy!" In this way, this addition is like a stroke of genius, and the artistic conception of the whole painting comes out! Terrible! ”

Obviously, he couldn't even talk about a fur family, and he was said to be an expert in an instant, Gu Qiqi said a little weakly: "It's funny, we countrymen go around in the forests on the side of the mountain every day, and these seasons are the most keen!" The autumn wind is blowing and the white clouds are flying, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese are returning to the south, which is talking about this season, which is nothing unusual. ”

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south?

Yan Jin raised his eyes and looked at Gu Qiqi in a daze: "Gu Niangzi, is this a poem you composed?" Is there a last sentence? Sure enough, it's Ben Gongzi who is gone! ”

Her poems?

She's just a thief!

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south.

Lan has Xiuxi, chrysanthemum has Fang, and Huai Jiaren can't forget.

The pan-building boat is in the Fen River, and the middle of the river is Yangsubo.

The flute drums are singing and singing, and there is a lot of joy and sorrow.

When is it young and strong, but old and old!

This is a love poem of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, she wants to say it, and she thinks she has something to think about others!

Gu Qiqi finally knew that the consequences of her indiscriminate acting were really a little embarrassing!

"No, no, I don't know where I heard these two sentences, and suddenly I read them! Yan Gongzi, I am a peasant woman in the countryside, how can I know any poetry and lyrics, don't grasp my high opinion! I'm going to find Mr. Tang, son, go on! ”

Gu Qiqi fled in, Yan Jin felt that she just had the latter sentence and refused to say it, standing at the table, he read these two sentences repeatedly, and took a few sentences and always felt that it was not a good match......

"Lord Wang, what are you thinking? What's the big thing today?"

Seeing Mo Yan come in, Yan Jin's eyes lit up: "Come on, Wen Qing, I have two good sentences, can you come and pick them up?"

Mo Yan approached: "Lord Wang, you have a good complexion these days, and it seems that your body is well-nourished." By the way, this is your masterpiece today, right?"

Yan Jin smiled and said: "I met a noble person not long ago, bought her a prescription, took medicine for a few days, and it was really good!" Come on, look at these two sentences: the autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south...... Do these two sentences fit well with my painting?"

"The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return ......to the south" Mo Yan repeated these two sentences: "Lord Wang, your two sentences are really poetic, and a few words describe autumn as if it were in front of you." It seems that your kung fu is getting deeper and deeper! ”

Yan Jin was very happy: "I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it, if I tell you that these two sentences are not obtained by this king, will you believe it?"

"Huh?" Mo Yan was really surprised: "Lord Wang, is there anyone in the world who has a higher level of poetry than you?" Don't be modest! ”

"I didn't coax you, I met a noble man and got a prescription, and I sent these two sentences by the way. I've been wondering how to proceed with the next sentence. ”

There are so many nobles that the prince has encountered, Mo Yan didn't pay attention to it at all: "As you said, this noble person is not an ordinary level!" Those who can get these two sentences have extraordinary attainments in poetry! ”

Yan Jin was moved: "Can you pick it up?" How do you think it's better to continue with it?"

Mo Yan is not good at poetry, but after all, he has been reading books for more than ten years, and he closed his eyes: "Lord Wang, this has to be thought about." ”