'Don't shake Bilian, knock on wow'

Many literati gazed at the seven characters, long forgotten to appreciate the calligraphy, and discussed the meaning of calligraphy, but they were still at a loss.

Some people groan, some people twist their eyebrows, some people discuss, and some people analyze it seriously.

"The turquoise lotus flower is delicate and easy to break, and if you try to shake it, you will definitely destroy its lotus body. Han Fuying uses objects as a metaphor for people, comparing himself to a fragile lotus flower. And today, someone is shaking his body, and he is also rising up to resist..."

"Brother Tai's explanation is a bit far-fetched."

"I'm just guessing, I can't count, brother Tai smiled."

"What do you mean?"

Watching everyone discuss the Internet language of their previous life in a decent manner, Han Fu couldn't help but laugh, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Especially the literati with rich associative power, he was secretly speechless.

After waiting for a long time and not getting a satisfactory result, Qian Yue shook his head helplessly.

Sun Anmin said with a smile: "Han Fu Xiaoyou, forgive me for being lonely and unheard, I really don't know what it means, I don't know if Xiaoyou can tell me?" ”

When everyone heard this, the discussion gradually subsided, and most of them looked at Han Fu.

Han Fu couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Da Ru really wants to know? ”

"Hmm..."Sun Anmin hesitated.

Although he didn't know the meaning of the seven words, he guessed that the meaning was definitely not beautiful, and he was afraid that it was insulting.

If Han Fu said it truthfully, it would inevitably cause embarrassment.

However, the desire for knowledge is real, damn it, and I am ready to move in my heart.

After hesitating, Xu Shi said with a smile: "Please also ask Xiaoyou to teach." ”

"The great Confucian asked, and the younger generation didn't dare not say anything." Han Fu bowed slightly, then looked at Zhao Ziqian and stepped forward slowly.

Zhao Ziqian's wound was still bleeding, although much more slowly, but it also moistened his fingers and overflowed from it.

The chagrin and remorse turned over in my heart and could not be calmed.

Today's scheme, he has failed, he has already been ruined, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Since then, there has been no place for him to live and stand inside and outside Dingxing.

The consequences of this really frightened him.

Zhao Ziqian's face was like ashes, and when he saw Han Fu pacing towards him, his eyes suddenly showed a look of hatred, gloomy like water.

Han Fu turned a blind eye to it, and said with a smile: "Please also ask the writer to teach, how do you write the words of the juniors?" ”

Murder and heart-wrenching, the more Han Fu is so light-hearted, the more Zhao Ziqian feels humiliated.

"Hmph." Zhao Ziqian snorted coldly and did not respond.

Although he is insidious, he sells his reputation.

is known as a writer, and he has a deep foundation.

Han Fu's words, Zhao Ziqian knew that it was extraordinary at a glance, and he was not envious in his heart.

However, at this moment, it is impossible for the two to tear their faces and ask him to praise half a word.

Han Fu didn't care, and continued to ask: "Do you know the writer, what is the meaning of those seven words?" ”

Zhao Ziqian didn't say anything and didn't look at Han Fu.

Han Fu smiled lightly and said, "This character was written by the younger generation for Zhao Dawenhao. If no one knows what it means, it is not beautiful. Don't shake Bilian, knock on wow..."

Han Fu paused, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said word by word: "Tian, no, know, shame, straight, mother, thief." ”

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

All the literati were sluggish, Xu Shi's eyes widened, Qian Yue's beard froze, and Wen Qingjuan and Sun Anmin were not far behind.

The meaning of the seven words that they have been discussing for a long time is so foul?

It's so embarrassing, everyone is a literati, not a vulgar person.

"You... You... A madman and a thief, An dares to insult the old man. Zhao Ziqian pointed at Han Fu angrily, his voice trembling.

"Thief? You and me, who is the thief? Han Fu lowered his eyes slightly, his tone was neither salty nor light, and he said slowly: "I've beaten all the fights, and I'm still scolding?" ”

"You.. You..."Zhao Ziqian was speechless.

"Heh..."Han Fu chuckled, no longer paying attention to Zhao Ziqian, who was full of shame and anger, and turned to look at everyone.

All the literati did not say anything, as if they were not the only ones who were able to discuss what it meant to 'don't shake Bilian, knock on the wow'.

"Heh, heh..." Sun Anmin laughed dryly twice to hide his embarrassment.

Han Fu took two slow steps, missed his gaze, and looked at Baili Mingsu behind the crowd.

The two looked at each other, and silence was better than sound.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the steps are shaking lightly. Bright eyes and light eyebrows, looking forward to shining.

For some reason, Han Fu only felt that today's Baili Mingsu was particularly moving, even in the past, it was very bright.

Maybe it was Baili Mingsu who stepped forward to prove himself.

Although Han Fu has already had a self-proof strategy, Baili Mingsu is not too much.

stared at it for a long time, causing Baili Mingsu to feel uncomfortable.

"Why does my husband look at me like this?" Baili Mingsu's lips lifted lightly and asked suspiciously.

Han Fu smiled and said slowly: "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look." ”

Baili Mingsu was slightly stunned, and everyone looked stunned.

"What did he say?"

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look."

"Shhhh The first sentence is brilliant. ”

"When you see the clouds, you want to dress, and when you see the flowers, you want to look... This sentence alone can amaze the world. ”

Everyone looked at Han Fu with different eyes and expectant expressions.

"The spring breeze blows Revlon."

Baili Mingsu smiled slightly, captivating the country and the city.

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon." Han recited and looked at Baili Mingsu with a smile.

Baili Mingsu Wanfu said: "Thank you husband for the poem." ”

The two of them were harmonious and envious of the women on the side.

Many literati were shocked, immersed in poetry and unable to extricate themselves.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. Good poetry... Such a good poem, I have been poor all my life, I am afraid it is rare to find half a sentence. ”

"With this poem, where is there Dingxing Sanmei, Baili Mingsu alone leads the way, and everyone else needs to back down."

"What kind of talent can you do with such a poem?"

"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, could it be that Han Fu monopolizes eight buckets?"

"Out of reach, but he's a son-in-law, alas..."

Many literati reacted violently, and the shock was overwhelming.

Wen Qingjuan sighed: "Such a poetic talent can be called against the sky." ”

Xu Shi was very emotional and said: "If you are not a poet, you can't do it." ”

Sun Anmin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not as good as three or four, I'm ashamed." ”

Qian Yu said: "Not only have I not seen the ancients before, but I am afraid that I will not see the comers in the future." ”

Liu Shilin was heartbroken, and said to his friends left and right: "Such a poet, such a poet, why did he choose to join the family?" My heart aches. ”

On the literati side, girls gather.

Wu Wanjun's eyes were full of envy, and she said: "Sister Mingsu is so happy, if this poem is sent to me, it will be great." ”

Lin Bingqing was also in a trance, and said with a smile: "If this poem is sent to you, Dingxing Sanmei will also be inferior by three points." ”

Gu Hua said to Youyou: "From now on, where is there still Dingxing Sanmei, I'm afraid that there is only Sister Mingsu who is beautiful." ”

Wang Luohe stared at Baili Mingsu's back, and his envy was undisguised.

Such a peerless poem, depicting a beauty like a heavenly immortal, who doesn't want it?

Everyone reacted strongly, but Han Fu ignored it, looked at Baili Mingsu, and said, "It's time to go home." ”

"Hmm." Baili Mingsu nodded, then walked in front of Qian Yu and said, "Dare to ask the great Confucian, can you return the manuscript to the juniors." ”

"You girl, you have a good memory." Qian Yu hummed and chirped, and reluctantly returned the manuscript to Baili Mingsu.

"Thank you, Daru." Thyme Mingsu took it, folded it carefully, and cherished it.