This Lu Yaoqin is indeed as Xiaoqing said, with a pair of seductive fox eyes, melon seeds and petal lips.

If you want to talk about the first impression, Tang Ping thinks it is quite similar to the 800 million actress in modern times.

"How? Isn't it pretty?" Wang Qingluan asked in Tang Ping's ear.

How could Tang Ping answer such a proposition wrong? And this kind of bewitching is not his favorite style in the first place.

"Not as good as you!"

After speaking, he lightly slapped Wang Qingluan with an elbow in his chest.

"It's not in shape!"

"Yaoqin has seen Ping Guogong!" Lu Yaoqin walked closer and looked at Tang Ping with a pair of charming eyes.

Don't look at Tang Ping's arrogance in talking to those Luoyang people just now, it was all practiced when he was playing games online.

Facing Lu Yaoqin, he didn't know what to say.

Anyway, the other party is just a woman, so she can't greet her with bad words, right?

I didn't know how to speak, so I just didn't say anything, just nodded.

Lu Yaoqin didn't have any opinion on this, and then looked at Yun Wuyue: "When my little sister first arrived in Chang'an, she had no choice but to be entangled in everything, so she can only see her sister today, and I hope that my sister will not blame Yaoqin."

Although the words sound very soft, there are indeed many thorns in the words.

said that he was entangled in everything, but it also said that after he arrived in Chang'an, business in heaven and earth was good.

The soft and glutinous sister is even more alluding to Yun Wuyue's age.

"It's enough for my sister to have such a heart!" Yun Wuyue didn't seem to hear the meaning of the words, so she wasn't annoyed at all, she just said lightly: "It's not bad to be busy, unlike me, I'm a lot lazy now, and I think about drinking tea and chatting with my friends when I have time."

Yun Wuyue's words sounded mediocre, but she did tell Lu Yaoqin, you are only in the position I once reached, and I am now famous, Ping Guogong next to me is my friend, we will drink tea and chat if we have nothing to do, and you can only come up to meet him.

The conversation between the two did not have any-for-tat, but it made Tang Ping faintly feel the shadow of the sword.

Lu Yaoqin just came over to say hello, and now that people have seen it, it is natural to start the performance.

From heaven

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The world goes to the Red Moon Pavilion to perform, to put it bluntly, it is a challenge and kicking the hall.

If it was usual, the Red Moon Pavilion would definitely not agree, after all, there was no certainty of winning.

But today, since Tang Ping helped them agree, Hongyue Xiaoguan also inexplicably gained confidence.

Lu Yaoqin went to prepare, and Tang Ping also turned to Xiaoqing and said, "Go and get a pen and paper for my cousin."

Xiaoqing smiled sweetly: "Cousin, are you going to make a move?"

"People are knocking on the door, so I'll copy a friend's poem to respond to the emergency."

"Understand, you have a lot of friends!" Xiaoqing's eyes narrowed into a slit, and then ran away happily.

Tang Ping wrote a lot of poems, but he basically said that he was a friend who copied them, but who believed it?

What Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Su Shi, you have never heard of these names, and you have never heard of poetry.

So everyone thought that Tang Ping wrote it himself, but he didn't want to be famous, so he made up a name casually.

Even Wang Qingluan, who had been to modern times with him several times, didn't know that he really copied these poems.

After all, according to the normal life of our modern people, if you don't watch history or costume movies and TV dramas, and you don't go to school, you may not be able to come into contact with an ancient poem in your life for a month.

Wang Qingluan and Tang Ping have been to modern times several times, but they don't know that Tang Ping's poems were copied.

Tang Ping didn't plan to tell them the history of the Tang Dynasty in his own time, it was not the same history, and telling the Tang people here was just adding to their troubles.

It's like if he took Li Yuanji back to discover the reality of the Tang Dynasty history, he and Li Jiancheng were beheaded by Li Shimin, what would he think?

So Tang Ping has been trying his best to avoid such a situation.

Although Tang Ping's handwriting is a little ugly, it is still recognizable.

Seeing Tang Ping writing here, those guests in Luoyang originally wanted to see it, but they were stopped by Xiaocui, Liu Er and others intentionally or unintentionally, but they couldn't see anything.

Soon Lu Yaoqin came to the stage, and when she walked on the stage, although her appearance and dress had not changed from when she came in just now, her whole temperament became inexplicably dignified.

Gently stroked Yaoqin and sang a song, thinking that it was those Luoyang

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A student did it, and as soon as he finished singing, it attracted bursts of applause.

Not only the people in Luoyang were applauding, but also the guests who were originally in the Red Moon Restaurant.

It's a pretty good word to think about.

"Ping Guogong, I don't know if the word "student" can still be heard, and I hope that Ping Guogong will not hesitate to teach."

As soon as Tang Ping applauded twice with the crowd, a Luoyang literati at the next table stood up and bowed to Tang Ping.

This can be regarded as a normal literary exchange, and Tang Ping is no longer like the opening scene.

But if you want him to comment, Tang Ping has nothing to say, after all, the appreciation of ancient Chinese poetry in the Chinese exam that year was not Tang Ping's strong point, and it was still in the third year of high school with the highest cultural level.

Now that he has graduated for so many years, his cultural level is not as good as the third year of high school, and he has not read a few books seriously when he comes to Datang, after all, those who are so good also have a headache when they look at it, and it is not fragrant to read it with a mobile phone?

So when people asked him to comment, he really didn't have anything to say, so he could only nod slightly and say, "It's not bad."

How else to say? Since everyone is applauding, it's not bad to praise one by yourself, but you can't let Tang Ping say it's good, right? After all, I have read so many Tang poems and Song poems, and this kind of word is really not very good in Tang Ping's heart.

But Tang Ping's understatement made others feel that although he said that he was not bad, he was obviously perfunctory.

The literati laughed angrily: "Ping Guogong won't be a few poems that will be eaten for a lifetime, right? Why don't you write some new words for everyone to read?"

You must know that many of the poems written by Tang Ping did not use his own name, saying that they were copied, and some people thought that they were written by himself, but of course those who were not convinced really thought that he copied them.

After all, he has the right and money, and it is not impossible to buy one or two good poems to fill the façade.

"Well, I'm not very good at writing poems, but I just copied a friend's poem and gave it to everyone Yun, so you can enjoy it later."

Tang Ping is talking about appreciation, not commenting, because of that poem, he doesn't think that there are people here who are qualified to comment, and it would be good if you could enjoy it.

Everyone here could hear the arrogance in Tang Ping's words, obviously not taking the Luoyang literati present in their eyes.

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