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This sentence 'red sleeves add fragrance' really exhausts the charm of these literati and scholars, and the romantic charm of the superior circle, and this verse does not have the slightest obscene ~~ filthy atmosphere, but it also says all the romantic things between talented and beautiful people, which is really elegant.

"Wonderful, wonderful, Brother Wang is worthy of being an exotic elegant person from overseas, and this is a beautiful woman, and I can do it with this poem." Jing Yuxing's eyes lit up when he listened, but there was a glance of Hong Xuejiao in the corner of his eyes, but the beauty was not good to say much about this, he didn't have a concubine yet, but he often visited the Qinglou with the powerful people in the circle, just for the marriage between the Duke of Li Guo and the Marquis of Wuwen, he still tried his best to please her in front of Hong Xuejiao, so he didn't react as excitedly as Yang Tong.

On the other side, Hong Xuejiao and the county lord of Yongchun were not angry when they heard it, but this poem is indeed extremely beautiful, in fact, this thing was also written by an ancient female poet. The more talented and talented women are, the more they have no resistance to this poem, men want talented women, why don't talented women want talented women. It's all longing, nothing more than men and women.

So the two pairs of beautiful eyes were like water, looking at Wang Daoyi with admiration and adoration, and those eyes were almost a few stars to pretend to be a stick brainless fan. Of course, this is not a black stick powder, but the stick powder is the most brain-dead...... I'll go, it's dark again, hey, blame me, blame me, it's been decades, and I'm still obsessed with the stick thing...... The deity was so much that even the broken thoughts of this mortal were cut to me. Wang Dao thought so in a broken thought.

"This 'two feet of snow in Xiling outside the house, and the whole world is white' is also very appropriate, and it has a sense of morality. There is poetry, and such masterpieces are also made by Brother Wang? Admire, admire! Brother Wang, a psalm that can make you claim to be a quatrain for the ages. Come on, we can't wait. ”

"Yes, yes, Brother Wang, you are an overseas person, not my big person, and you don't have to be taboo to care about the identity of our prince and county lord, just come through the channels. Even if it's bad, it's okay, I'm interested in coming here to hunt and cruise in the West Mountain today. Can you make friends like you, and you can also hear 'red sleeves add fragrance', 'can you have a drink?' Such verses are already a great blessing for us. "Yang Tong is rising. Picked up a bowl of Huangyun wine and sent it to Wang Daoyi. With a light touch, I drank another bowl.

"Little~~~" Yang Tong saw that the three little foxes who were also half drunk couldn't tell who was Xiaofei, Xiaosang and Xiaoshu. "Little fox, hurry up and fill up the wine." It's just that he called several times, but it was useless, the three little foxes were drunk and smoky, lying on the wine table, chirping and talking nonsense, one of the little foxes heard Yang Tong's call and reflexively wanted to pour the wine, but stood up. Staggered and fell down again.

"Haha...... You little fox drinks too badly, too badly. Either way, or not, I'll do it myself. ”

The servant on the side wanted to come forward to serve the marquis, but at this time he didn't dare, the escort and the housekeeper of the team went up to pull and admonish, this is the time when the master was happy, the servant stepped forward to pour wine and the little fox poured wine, that kind of artistic conception is not the same, even if the little fox does not pour wine, but the atmosphere and artistic conception are still there, if the servant goes up, it will destroy the elegant matter, and the angry Yang Tong and others will tear apart their eyeless servants alive.

"Okay, good, this wine is good, then I'll have a wine first, well, this poem is called 'Xuemei Er'"

"There is plum without snow, not spirit. There is snow but no poetry, and people are vulgar. ”

"The poetry of the sunset is completed, the sky is snowy, and the plum is made together, and it is very spring."

But I saw him reciting and reciting this poem Xue Mei Er, there is Xue Mei Er, naturally there is Xue Mei Yi, and this Xue Mei II is already a rare and high-class masterpiece.

Although Yang Tong Jing Yuxing and the two of them drank a lot, they both practiced martial arts to a very high level, although they were a little drunk at this time, their minds were not half unclear, and they chewed this poem in their mouths repeatedly, and after chanting, they all exclaimed loudly, and clapped their palms with both hands.

"There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity, hahahahaha...... Brother Jing, no wonder Brother Wang said that no matter whether the snow is good or the plum is good, it is the same, what he said is so right, hahahaha......"

"That's right, I love plum, Brother Yang loves snow, always argue, but forget, although this plum blossom is fragrant, if there is no snow, how can it show the nobility of plum blossoms, if there is no plum blossom fragrance in the snow scene, but it is too cold, and if there is no poem for me, it is too cheesy. This poem should be floating, floating. Jing Yuxing also followed Yang Tong's example, poured a bowl of Huangyun wine, and drank it freely.

Unconsciously, everyone drank and forgot the time, it was close to dusk at this time, and it happened that the dusk sky was gently snowing at this time, although it was big, but it was not in a hurry, and the latter sentence 'sunset poems were snowing all day long', which could not be more appropriate.

Look at Hong Yi, Yang Tong, Hong Xuejiao, Yongchun County Lord, Jing Yuxing five people, listen to this poem at this time, and then look at the plum blossom tree in front of the house The flowers and snowflakes are blooming one after another, as gorgeous and colorful as spring, vibrant, and fragrant.

It should be this 'with the plum for a very long time'.

For a while, there was no sound at this time, only the three little foxes were still chirping on the table and talking nonsense.

"It's beautiful, but it's just Xuemei Er, and Xuemei One? This Xuemei II is already so beautiful, but it can't be called an eternal quatrain, what about Xuemei Yi? Could it be that the quatrain of the ages is not true? Hong Yi spoke.

Wang Daoyi smiled lightly, shook his head and waved his hand at everyone: "Don't worry, don't worry, Xuemeiyi, this is coming." ”

"Everyone in the world argues about Mei and Xue, Brother Yang loves Xue, Brother Jing loves Mei, each has their own disputes, but this Xue Mei is enough for future generations to put an end to this dispute."

Immediately, he didn't sell it, and directly chanted this Xuemei poem that has been circulated in modern China in the main world for thousands of years.

But I saw him chanting again in a low voice:

"Mei Xue is not willing to descend in spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion is commented."

"The plum and the snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance!"

Whew~~~hiss~~~~huh~~~~hiss~~~~huh~~~~

As soon as this eternal quatrain came out, there was no movement for everyone immediately, only the sound of wind and snow, between heaven and earth, everyone's breath seemed to be gone, only the sound of wind and snow.

This Chinese poem of Xuemei through the ages, across time and space, and even across the world, after being recited here, an indescribable artistic conception envelops everyone.

Silence is better than sound at this point.

Bai Ziyue lay quietly in the snow, heard this poem, and then looked at the snow, this plum, this heaven and earth. In this artistic conception, the mood is different, and the world is different in the eyes.

"I have also seen countless plums and snow, how did I find that the scenery between heaven and earth is so beautiful, not steep, not majestic, only in the four seasons that are common in this life?"

…………………… (To be continued......)