"Shameless, you can make a poem first!" Shen Qingci looked disdainful.

This stinky boy is really a toad who wants to eat swan meat and marry him? Shen Qingci might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him. However, Shen Qingci was not in a hurry to refuse, after all, in her opinion, Qin Feng would definitely not be able to satisfy the county lord of Qiyang. Shen Qingci had already seen that the county lord of Qiyang was clearly deliberately finding fault.

Even if he writes a masterpiece, it will be devalued by the lord of Qiyang.

Qin Feng got up from the ground, rubbed his buttocks, and looked aggrieved: "If the county lord of Qiyang is just to help Li Ninghui vent his anger and deliberately find fault, then do you need to give us one last chance?" Therefore, in my opinion, the county lord of Qiyang is true to ask for poetry, and although the poems written by my sister are good, they obviously do not reach the meaning. ”

"This looks like the Double Ninth Festival, and the county lord of Qiyang asks for poetry, which is very likely to be given to his mother, the eldest princess. ”

"The eldest princess must be touching the scene, thinking about her heart, and her mood is definitely not much better, only by reading the eldest princess's mind can she talk about comfort. ”

Shen Qing held his chin thoughtfully.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qin Feng got to the point.

But even if you understand the intentions of the county lord of Qiyang, what can you do? It must be in line with the artistic conception and excellent work, and it is impossible to write it in a short period of time.

Shen Qing didn't have time to mess around with Qin Feng, picked up the brush, spread out the paper, racked his brains, and thoughtfully: "I can only fight, but ...... The poems and texts that are piled up temporarily will definitely not enter the eyes of the county lord of Qiyang. At that time, Qing Ya Ge was demolished, and his reputation in Kyoto was completely ruined. ”

Thinking of this, Shen Qingci was angry again, if it wasn't for Qin Feng's random agreement, he could have maneuvered a little more and found a way to coax the county lord of Qiyang away.

"Damn Qin Feng, it's all your fault!" Shen Qingci turned to look at Qin Feng, and was about to reprimand loudly, but the whole person was stunned on the spot.

Taking advantage of Shen Qing's distraction, Qin Feng had already picked up the brush and wrote a poem crookedly on the paper.

The messiness of the pen and the scribbling of the calligraphy are disgusting!

Even a five- or six-year-old child's handwriting is many times more beautiful than Qin Feng's.

But the content of the poem made Shen Qingci stunned, and he couldn't help but whisper it: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, the brain eliminates the golden beast, the festival is chongyang, the jade pillow screen window, and the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating." After the east fence puts the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance in the sleeves, Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower. ”

With Shen Qingci's literary brilliance, he was naturally able to turn around and understand the essence of this poem, and because he was too shocked, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, for fear of being amazed and admired.

Shen Qingci never believed that this poem was written by Qin Feng, but even if it was copied, how could there be so many hand-me-me-down masterpieces for Qin Feng to copy?

This stinky boy, isn't he really enlightened, and the poet is possessed?

"Qin Feng, what's the name of this poem?"

"Drunken flowers, misty clouds, eternal day. ”