Updated: 2013-08-28

ps: When I started to enter the official stage, I would try to avoid borrowing ancient poems and the like in the future, but I can't do it at the beginning. If I have time, I would even like to put it in with my own poems. Try not to nag everyone about gossip, new book! I hope you can give some data, click to collect, red ticket! If there is, it will be reluctant. I can write my story with peace of mind, and you can read with peace of mind!

On the white paper in front of Wang Su, the two distinct fonts are shocking!

The two poems have no word names, and the first one is longer, so I can see the first sentence clearly, which is already shocking.

Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to promise.

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Everyone waited to see clearly the wordless brand name of the first thin gold body was already shocking, especially the delicate girl Wang Su, who was in a trance for a moment. She watched Song Yi write this poem, so even if she didn't know where Yanqiu was on Fen Road, she still felt a deep shock. Wang Su thought that Song Yi had this poem because he remembered Du Qingyan.

The second song also does not have a name, but everyone knows at a glance that the second song is a folded willow.

The willows are messy into silk, climbing and folding in spring.

The leaves are dense and the birds are in the way, and the wind is light and the flowers are late.

The city is high and short flute, and the forest is empty.

There is no other meaning in the song, and it is for lovesickness.

The blue-shirted scholar Jiang Cheng, the delicate daughter Wang Su, the arrogant young master Dou Congyi, the rest of the talented scholars on the field, and a few Qinglou girls who accompanied the wine and had fun, all stared at the blank paper in front of Wang Su with shocked eyes at this moment and did not speak.

Even the breathing could be heard clearly, and there was silence for a while.

At this time, Song Yi was walking on the bustling long street of the night market, and he didn't know how those people would react when they saw the two poems that he plagiarized from the ancients, he only remembered that he didn't have these two poems when he was reading books in Du Qingyan's small smoke house. But I was afraid that I would miss it, so I deliberately plagiarized two songs, so as not to prevent Wang Su from coming to the stage. In addition, because he remembered the affectionate Du Qingyan, he naturally remembered Yuan Haowen's popular poem Touching the Fish, and subconsciously wrote down the poem that he loved very much. He didn't know what the consequences were, so he didn't inscribe the name of the tablet, nor did he sign it.

It's not your own thing!

Passing through the bustling long street, there are bright lanterns hanging high on the sides of the road, and this city is already comparable to the city that never sleeps in the previous life, and the people who seek pleasure at night are even more than during the day. Song Yi returned to the bed allocated by his own Ding courtyard and fell asleep quickly, after chopping wood and feeding the horses during the day, he was already very tired, not to mention that he deliberately went to Zhaofumen to inspect a few laps and accompanied Wang Su to the noisy Qinglou.

Song Yi fell asleep, but I'm afraid that the entire Xiaofanlou is in trouble at this moment. The words of the two wordless brand names not only shocked Wang Su, Jiang Cheng and others, but after a few people rushed to the incredible expressions and carefully circulated and tasted it a few times, they couldn't wait to give it to the teacher girl. The words were sent over, and a moment later, a bright woman wearing a bright red cardigan with wide sleeves appeared in the private room where Wang Su and the others were with an excited expression.

"Which son made such a peerless word? It is really an honor for the teacher to have the honor to make friends with such a talented person today! Master Ning, who was wearing a bright red robe on the outside, a short-sleeved lake-green top on the inside, and a lilac long skirt on the bottom, asked with a smile, two beautiful pear vortices appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Everyone was really overwhelmed, and even Wang Su had to feel that this Master Ning really looked good. It's just that when I heard that Master Ning was going to meet the author of this poem as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng and the others immediately set their eyes on Wang Su.

Master Ning's eyes were so smart, and when he saw everyone's expressions, he subconsciously looked at Wang Su, who was wearing men's clothes, and asked suspiciously, "This son is very tender, and he can make such wonderful words, and he really admires it." ”

The faces of the crowd were strange.

Wang Su's face was slightly embarrassed, and he hurriedly supported Master Ning, who was about to bend down and bow, and said in a panic, "Senior girl, don't be in a hurry first, this poem was not written by me." ”

Master Ning glanced at the circle of people in a slightly surprised manner and asked confusedly, "Who is that?" ”

"The lyricist has already left, and he is a family member in my house." Wang Su said with a strange face.

Master Ning's clear eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief, and said in disbelief, "Family? Is there such a talented family in the world? The styles of the two poems are completely different, but they are nouns that can be passed down to the world. Is Childe making fun of the teacher? ”

"Jiang Cheng can testify that the person who wrote those two noun poems is indeed a family member in the prince's mansion!" Jiang Cheng, who was handsome in green shirts, said with a slightly softened face at this time, although his heart was still fluctuating at the moment.

"Is there really such a family? Wang Gongzi's mansion doesn't know why Lu Dao can be such a talented man as a family. Master Ning knew that this poem was not written by anyone on the field, and his expression was slightly disappointed because he couldn't see the author, but the tone of his voice was a little regretful.

"He is a heart-warming family in my house, I can't hide it, he is the one who is called Tanhualang in Mingyue Tower." Wang Su looked strange, but his tone subconsciously said with some pride, how could she not be proud to have such a majestic talent, but her own wisdom and knowledge.

Master Ning's eyes lit up, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Is it really the son of Song Yi, the flower tan?" When did he go to your house and become a housekeeper? ”

"I can't tell you this, anyway, he is now the head of my house!" Wang Su refused to answer the part of how Song Yi entered the Wang family, and his tone returned to a coquettish tone. At this moment, she was faintly worried in her heart, although it was good for the talented man to be in charge, but she was afraid that he would not stay in the Wang family for a long time after all, did she have to think of keeping him?

This night, through the mouth of Master Xiaofan Lou Ning, the name of Song Yi, a romantic and talented Tanhualang, once again spread and spread in the ears of more scholars and scholars.

And Song Yi fell into a terrifying dream at the moment, in the dream, Du Qingyan, who was covered in blood, asked himself with a desolate expression why he wanted to abandon her, and why did he say that he would marry her to Zhao Jianzhi, she said that she was very sad, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and her hands were full of blood, and her delicate face was covered with crimson blood, which was terrifying and terrifying.

"It's not like that, it's not like that!" Song Yi exclaimed and sat up, only to find that he was having a nightmare again. Stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and saw it from the window, the moon was cold and silent, where could he still see Du Qingyan's shadow.

Song Yi sighed, put on his clothes and simply got up and walked out of the room, sat on the stone steps at the door, facing the cold moon and Qinghui, listening to the insects and grass, and quietly thinking about his future path.

Not long after, he sat on the stone steps at the door and fell asleep.

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