At this time, a crisp and lovely female voice sounded behind her: "Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, the fire is burned if you are idle, you are not afraid of broken bones, you must leave your innocence in the world." Qian Yu, do you dare to say that you can't compose poetry? ”

Qian Yu looked back in astonishment, only to see a happy girl, running to the two of them excitedly with a cute attitude, it was Bao Qianqian, who was full of a sense of justice in her heart.

He couldn't help but be stunned, when did this little girl come here? Bao Qianqian's whereabouts have always been in sight, with Qian Yu's idea, to participate in a banquet like Ding's Mansion, she should always follow Bao Xiren, but except for herself and Ding Dali conspired to trap Zhao An, she coaxed on the side, and she couldn't see her at all the rest of the time.

Bai Jingfei saw Bao Qianqian, and greeted him with a smile: "Startle me, who should I be, it turns out to be Qianqian's little girl, don't you follow Master Bao to eat and drink, run here to hang around, hurry back, the banquet will end soon, and if it's a little later, you won't even have a chance to pack." ”

For some reason, Qian Yu suddenly thought of the scene of Bao Qianqian packing a large plate of chicken at Yue Fei's house.

Bai Jingfei's words seemed to expose Bao Qianqian's shortcomings, her eyes widened, and her little face puffed out angrily: "Bai Feifei ......"

Bai Jingfei hurriedly corrected: "Qianqian, my son's surname is Bai, the word Jingfei, the number one genius in Datong, don't call me a nickname!" ”

Qianqian looked at Bai Jingfei and then at Qian Yu, her eyes rolled, and her angry appearance instantly turned into a cunning to expose someone's conspiracy: "Bai Feifei, I heard what the two of you said just now, hmph, you asked Qian Yu to help you compose a poem, a poem of one hundred taels of silver, the evidence is conclusive, wait until I tell Sister Ding, see how you quibble!" ”

"You dare to ......" Bai Jingfei said fiercely, but his qi was very insufficient, and it seemed that he didn't seem to have much to do with this somewhat delicate little girl.

Bao Qianqian no longer paid attention to Bai Jingfei, but looked at Qian Yu: "You and Bai Feifei are together, you should have made a lot of money from him, right?" Divide half of me, or I'll tell Bai Feifei that you not only can compose poems, but also do very good things! ”

Although he was threatened, Qian Yu's face was full of confusion after logical confusion: "Uh...... Miss Qianqian, if I heard me right, Bai Gongzi seems to have heard you say that I can compose poems, right? ”

Bao Qianqian tilted her little head and thought for a while, and suddenly covered her mouth nervously, and what flowed out of her talking eyes was the chagrin that the handle was lost.

Bai Jingfei laughed: "In addition to being natural, Xiao Qianqian also has natural cuteness, brother, just wait for you to get used to it." ”

Bao Qianqian......

Seeing that Bai Jingfei finished laughing at Bao Qianqian, and looked at himself expectantly, Qian Yu explained with a wry smile: "Bai Gongzi, I really don't know how to compose poetry!" Look at the clothes on my body, they are old and old, and then look at my face, which is yellow and thin. If I could compose poetry, I would have exchanged it for silver a long time ago, and I'm not so stupid to keep this thing hungry. ”

What Qian Yu said was completely from his heart, he seemed to have always been very talented, but in fact, most of them relied on copying.

Since being rescued by Hesui to the present, he has a partial understanding of the era in which he lives, and he has indeed returned to history, but it is completely different from the history he knows, he is now in a feudal dynasty called the Hua Dynasty, which should be a parallel space, a kind of infinite possibility after history has been changed.

The politics, economy, and culture of this society are both different and similar to the history he knew before. He has heard of many poems and songs, such as the "Tao Te Ching" in the cloth cloth sacrifice, but more he has never heard of, and these unheard things are also classics that have been passed down through the ages.

Although Qian Yu taught middle school history, he did not major in history, and he knew nothing about the feudal dynasty. It's not that he didn't think about exchanging famous poems from history for silver, but what if these poems have already appeared?

Writing poems is different from couplets, couplets are all uplinked, and he can be bold about it, because the person who produces the couplet will not produce the kind of thing that has neat and tidy down, so he doesn't have to worry about being accused of plagiarism.

The poem is different, he is not sure that he is so lucky, all he takes out are new things, in case he is recognized, it is a small matter to lose face, and it will be a big problem to be found by the employer. deceived the son of Yin, who was equivalent to a high-ranking official in the modern province, and he believed that he must have died happily as a temporary worker.

Seeing that Qian Yu's expression did not seem to be fake, Bai Jingfei nodded in belief.

Just didn't wait for Qian Yu to breathe a sigh of relief, Bao Qianqian on the side debunked: "Can't write poetry? Bai Feifei, what do you think of the song "Lime Yin" I just recited? ”

Bai Jingfei immediately gave a thumbs up: "Okay, through the firing process of lime, to express the strong and unyielding iron bones, I didn't expect Uncle Bao's mastery of words to reach the realm of perfection, worthy of being able to let the emperor bypass the county lord of Qian'e and directly point to the champion of the literary master!" ”

Bao Qianqian pointed at Qian Yu: "Bai Feifei, you are wrong this time, although my father has many good poems, but this one was not written by him, the person who wrote this poem is far away in front of him!" ”

Bai Feifei was stunned, and then looked at Qian Yu: "Could it be that you wrote it?" ”

Qian Yu had already expected the result when Bao Qianqian spoke, although he didn't know how the other party would know that he had read this poem, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't quibble: "I did read this poem, but it was only seen in a book." ”

This is the best excuse Qian Yu can think of, and it also leaves him enough buffer room. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Bao Qianqian immediately retorted: "Nonsense, this poem is a topic that Sister Lin deliberately made difficult for you, and you can make it, and it was also inspired after that maid and Ding Dali quarreled, I hid aside at that time, and saw it clearly, don't try to deceive people." ”

As she spoke, she said the matter of Qian Yu's fooling of Lin Shishi and Aunt Cai word for word, and Qian Yu was sweating profusely when she heard it. Sister, can't I be wrong? I've forgotten some of the words, how can you remember them better than I do!

Qian Yu was very helpless: "I really didn't lie to you, the book I read is very thick, there are various types of poems on it, and it just so happens that Miss Lin's title has a corresponding one, if it weren't for the quarrel between that maid and Brother Dali, I wouldn't have remembered this poem at all!" ”

He folded his hands, his eyes were sincere, and he looked like you must believe me. Bao Qianqian's eyes rolled: "Okay, since you said that you saw it in the book, what about the book?" Take it for me to see. ”

"That thing can't be eaten or drunk, and I've burned it as a flaming paper." Qian Yu's answer was seamless.

Bao Qianqian wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Bai Jingfei: "Okay, brother, I believe in you." Didn't you say that there were a lot of poems in the book you read? In this way, you can choose another suitable song and sell it to me, and the silver will be a lot. ”

After speaking, he opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it lightly on his chest, looking proud, since Qian Yu didn't want to admit it, he didn't need to care, because this is not the point, the point is that as long as there is a good poem that can conquer Ding Xinru, it will be fine.

In fact, Bai Jingfei felt that the poem "Lime Yin" was very suitable, but unfortunately the poetry girl already knew, and he only hoped that the poem Qian Yu took out would not be much worse than "Lime Yin".

Bai Jingfei talked about this, Qian Yu knew that he couldn't say it if he shirked it again, but fortunately, he pointed out that these poems were seen by himself, even if he was heavy with others, he was not afraid. And he also figured it out a little, as long as he came up with those peerless classics that were the most widely sought, if there was one in this world, Bai Jingfei and Bao Qianqian would definitely have heard it, and he could change it again. If neither of them had heard of it, I believe that others would not have seen it.

So he asked, "Bai Gongzi, what type do you want?" ”

"Type?" Bai Jingfei was stunned.

Qian Yu took it for granted: "Yes, of course, poems should be divided into types, such as ancient style poems, near-style poems, lyrics, and songs." (Editor's note: In order to ensure the fluency of reading, this book will call poems, words, and songs all poems) Ancient poetry styles include Yuefu, miscellaneous words, four words, five words, and seven words, and the poetry styles of close poems include rhythmic poems and quatrains, such as five-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains, five-character rhythmic poems, and seven-character rhythmic poems. There are more words and songs, and words are also called poems, long and short sentences, tunes, tune words, and music, which are characterized by a fixed frame in tune, a fixed number in sentences, and a fixed sound in words. There are also poems according to subject matter, such as lyric poems written about scenes, poems of words and aspirations, poems of impromptu feelings, nostalgic epics and poems of the Biansai conquest......"

"Alright, alright!" Bai Jingfei hurriedly interrupted, Damn, if you don't write a poem, I will die here: "I can't remember what I said, in this way, you can find a poem that can show the intimate relationship between me and Miss Ding, it's best to let her know that I have her in my heart when I look at it!" ”

Qian Yu also realized that he had said a little too much, and it seemed that the teacher's occupational disease had been committed again. Take a deep breath to calm down, whose poetry is better? He likes Su Shi and Liu Yong the most, Su Shi is too heroic, and occasionally a love poem is too sad and inappropriate, Liu Yong ...... Wait, there you have it! ”

After a pause, he opened his mouth to recite, and Bai Jingfei hurriedly shouted: "Wait, wait, wait for me to take the note...... All right...... Ouch, big brother, don't read it so fast! ”

Qian Yu had no choice but to stop and wait for him to record, but the first word Bai Jingfei was stuck: "Brother, how to write the word 'butterfly', is it a mouth or a worm on the left?" …… Oh, it turns out that the lower right is wood, I always thought it was He. Don't panic, which Zhu is it? Shut up? No, I've never seen that word before......"

Qian Yu......

When Bai Jingfei asked the fifth word, Qian Yu read two sentences, he shook his head, and said helplessly: "Bai Gongzi, why don't I write it, and if I continue to rub it like this, Miss Lin will come to collect it in a while, and it will be bad to see it." ”

Bai Jingfei's old face turned a rare red: "Okay, but I have to sign it myself, and I will never make a mistake in writing my name." ”

Qian Yu......

Then Bai Jingfei saw Qian Yu skillfully taking ink and grinding ink, dipping ink and absorbing ink, and with a big hand, a song "Butterfly Love Flower" jumped on the paper, and the grievances and sorrows between the lines seemed to come to life, and Bao Qianqian on the side was a little stupid.

When the last stroke was over, Qian Yu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, when he was lecturing, in order not to make the board book too ugly, he practiced the brush calligraphy for a period of time, and copied this poem, so that he could not be afraid of traditional Chinese characters and write with an eye. Otherwise, there are good words, but they can't be written on paper, and he can only watch the hundred taels of silver go down the drain.

Looking at Bao Qianqian in a daze, she didn't mean to accuse herself of plagiarism, it seems that this poem has never appeared. Haha, call it a day!