Xu Wan looked at Tang Feng, who had fallen asleep, and sighed softly, with a strong sadness and ...... in her eyes Expect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the past, although she knew the reason for Tang Feng's fall, she didn't blame Tang Feng's fall, but she still hoped that Tang Feng could rise up.

But maybe Tang Feng has been depraved for so long that she has forgotten the secret in her heart.

It wasn't until Tang Feng shot Lin Changxiao, tied Qin Ya with a rope, dared to collide with the great eunuch Sun Gongzheng, and said such ambitious verses as "If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will repay the peach blossoms together", the secret in her heart sprouted again and soon blossomed and bore fruit.

"You've been tired all these years, Xiaofeng. Sitting down gently at the head of the bed, Xu Wan's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she quietly re-covered the quilt for Tang Feng.

It wasn't until a crescent moon rose into the sky that Xu Wan got up and prepared to go to Fuyao Mountain.

"Huh?"

Just as she was about to leave, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the rice paper that Tang Feng left on the table.

""Picking Mulberries for Nine Days"? This is a lyric written by Xiaofeng?" Xu Wan was shocked, this lyric fu is everyone's work no matter how you look at it, but how can it appear on Tang Feng's table. Also, the ink hadn't completely dried, apparently not long after it had just been written.

"If I checked the two poems of the Qingdi in his year, I didn't find these two lines in the past poems, and I didn't have an impression of this "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days", could it be that Tang Feng himself wrote them?"

Xu Wan was taken aback by this idea, how could a straw bag who was known as Jin Yu Qi be ruined among them, how could he write such a masterpiece?

But it wasn't written by Tang Feng, so who could it be......

The lights on Fuyao Mountain are brilliant, a lantern is brilliant and dazzling, very eye-catching, the cool breeze is blowing, accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, all are famous singers in the desolate city, and even the famous Oiran of Yunqin was invited to come.

In the center of the Fuyao Poetry Club, a young man with a strong bookish atmosphere is in the center, with a bright smile, it is Xue Wenjin.

"Xue Gongzi is worthy of being the righteous son of the King of the Desolate Wilderness, not only cultivating to a high level, but also making a good poem, admiration and admiration. A young man in a fancy costume bowed his hand to Xue Wenjin, his eyes showing admiration.

"That's right, Xue Gongzi's "One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense" is really wonderful, it seems that this poetry meeting is none other than Brother Wen Jin. Another son was dressed in a green shirt and was very flattering to Xue Wenjin.

Xue Wenjin smiled, waved his hand and said politely: "You are polite, Wen Jin can only learn the skills of the micro end, this is to help Wen Kui, Wen Jin is still far behind." “

Then it was polite, and many literati pushed cups and changed lamps, which was so lively.

"Lord Qiu, Lord Zhong, and Lord Tan are here!"

A voice came from afar, and Xue Wenjin immediately became serious, he was bound to win this Wenkui this year, but he didn't have the final say in the position of this Wenkui, but it depended on the three desolate writers - Qiu Daoming, Zhong Qingshen, and Tan Kangxin.

"The juniors have seen three adults. Xue Wenjin, as the leader of many talents, should bend down and salute first.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite. Qiu Daoming stroked his beard and smiled, smiling very kindly, but he had been from Wen to Dao for many years, and his methods were terrifying.

Zhong Qingshen and Tan Kangxin are also very approachable, but their real cultivation is the same as Qiu Daoming's, reaching a terrifying level.

"Every year, the day when the Fuyao Poetry Club is held is the happiest day for us, to be able to see you reading seeds take root and sprout in my desolate wilderness, and in the future, I don't have to worry about my desolation being called a barbarian land again. ”

Qiu Daoming laughed, but there was a little loneliness in the laughter, Xue Wenjin was already a few young people with the best literary talents, but compared to the scholars in Yunqin Jingcheng, it was still far away.

"Wen Jin, come, let me see the poems you wrote this year. Zhong Qingshen greeted with a smile, hoping to see Xue Wenjin's progress.

""One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense", the autumn pressure is longer...... Under the fence, try to find Chongyang, drunk Qinglu chrysanthemum. ”

Zhong Qingshen slowly finished reading Xue Wenjin's double yang poem, and the smile in his eyes became thicker and thicker, until he laughed out loud directly in the end.

When Qiu Daoming and Tan Kangxin saw this, they both took that article and looked at it, once, twice, three times, and the two of them actually watched Xue Wenjin's "One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense" three times, and finally laughed heartily like Zhong Qingshen.

Xue Wenjin saw the three great writers so happy, and knew that this year's position as a literary leader was stable, you must know that there were very few poems that were unanimously recognized by the three writers in previous years, and there was no situation that caused the three writers to laugh together.

"It seems that this year will not only be named Wenkui, but also be appreciated by the three great writers, which makes me have a lot more chips. ”

Xue Wenjin smiled coldly in his heart, and said secretly: "Tang Feng, what's the use of you being arrogant? In terms of cultivation talent, you might as well ask Xu Tianwen, and you are not as good as me Xue Wenjin, you are not good at civil and military affairs, how can you compete with us for the position of the next King of the Desolate Wilderness?"

Although Xue Wenjin's words made Qiu Daoming and the three of them very happy, the process still had to continue, and the poems of other literati had to be read one by one, so that the candidate for Wenkui could be finally decided.

"Well, it seems that this position of Wenkui is none other than Wenjin. ”

Qiu Daoming smiled, although there are a few of these poems that are very innovative, but in general they are still not as good as Xue Wenjin's "One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense".

Lord Qiu praised it falsely. Xue Wenjin saluted and tried to be as calm as possible.

"Alas, the fly in the ointment is that Wen Jin is just the righteous son of the King of Desolation, and he can't really represent me Desolate, otherwise as soon as this song "One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense" comes out, I think the capital will dare to say that I am desolate and barbaric. ”

Zhong Qingshen sighed lightly.

"If the son of the King of Desolation can write such a poem, then I, Desolate Wilderness, will really stand up in this aspect of the article. Qiu Daoming also sighed.

Xue Wenjin smiled coldly, how could that guy who couldn't write a limerick poem be able to write such a peerless masterpiece as "One Inch of Gold, Autumn Sense".

"Just the sister-in-law of the King of the Desolate Wilderness, the gold and jade are ruined on the outside, and the straw bag is one, you two are confused? Tan Kangxin's face sank, obviously he had a very bad impression of Tang Feng.

"The three adults rest assured, Wen Jin will definitely work hard, and he will never let me be underestimated by the desolate literati. Xue Wenjin said confidently.

"Alas, it's really sad that there is a huge desolate wilderness, and only such a reading seed as Wenjin can be found. ”

The three writers shook their heads and sighed, and they were even more resentful of that desolate prince in their hearts, as the son of the world, how could they be so bad?

"Hmm, Xu Wan, you're here too. ”

Xue Wenjin was about to belittle Tang Feng a few more words in front of the three writers, but when he saw Xu Wan walking out, he couldn't help but swallow back the words that were about to be exported.

Xu Wan was used to maintaining a cold temperament, nodded to Xue Wenjin, and then saluted the three writers, which can be regarded as a process.

"Xu Wan, as far as I know, the concubine of this desolate king is also an adult this year, and she can come to participate in this Fuyao poetry meeting, but I don't know why she didn't come?" Tan Kangxin asked.

"Back to Lord Tan, His Royal Highness the Prince has been in poor health recently, so he didn't come. Xu Wan replied truthfully.

"Xu Wan, this is your mistake, how can you lie in front of Lord Tan? His Royal Highness is afraid that he is going to drink flower wine again, and he is still in poor health, it is really ridiculous. “

Xue Wenjin smiled coldly, and said with an exaggerated expression: "But okay, I'm really looking forward to the arrival of His Royal Highness the Prince, the three adults were still talking about His Royal Highness the Prince just now, saying that it would be good if His Royal Highness the Prince could make a good poem." ”

Xu Wanqiao's face was slightly cold, she glanced at Xue Wenjin coldly, and said, "Do you really want to read the poems of the prince?"

Xue Wenjin smiled disdainfully and said: "Since Xu Wan wants to defend His Royal Highness the Prince, why don't we take a look at His Royal Highness's masterpiece, I want to see what he can write, I just hope that it will not be an indecent text, so as not to stain the eyes of the three adults." ”

Xu Wan didn't look at Xue Wenjin again, but directly handed the rice paper on which Tang Feng wrote "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days" to Qiu Daoming.

In the desolate palace, a cold wind blew, and Tang Feng shivered in the quilt, but he was awakened by the cold.

"Ahh ”

sneezed, Tang Feng rubbed his nose and scolded: "Which turtle son is scolding me?"

Look at the night, it seems to be early, Tang Feng is a little entangled in his heart, do you want to go to Fuyao Mountain to see the poetry club of this world?