"Ah......h

"Don't get involved......"

The descendants of the family are not close to the turmoil in the capital, so they can watch the fire from the other side.

But I didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to jump into this whirlpool.

Su Ru was quite shocked: "This is Leng Bai's granddaughter? ”

Zhao Ru nodded and fell into reminiscence: "At the beginning, he had a different concept from us and chose to return to Yamada.

I didn't expect to really become a family, and I already have a granddaughter. ”

Su Ru stroked his beard and sighed:

"If it weren't for the arrival of the Blood Moon, I am afraid he would not have opened his own house and let the future generations enter the world.

Hey, what if you are rich and have five cars, if you don't benefit the people, what's the use of reading more books!

also sealed his own family, and almost couldn't enter the WTO for such an excellent descendant! ”

Hua Ru patted the shoulders of the two of them and said softly: "It's old, don't mention it." Isn't his afterlife coming out now?

If you come out this time, maybe you won't go back! ”

And under the tower—

Lu Jing was the first to speak, "I admit that the girl has only learned well.

But there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. The poetry meeting is not over yet, you are too proud to say that. ”

Everyone is a white inheritance poem, and their strength is not equal.

Between the academy and the family, the two sides that were originally hostile stood together again, and they echoed one after another:

"A gentleman is reserved but not fighting, this is not self-confidence but conceit."

Leng Qingge planned to open his mouth to ease the atmosphere, but was blocked by his female brother.

"People outside the world, do you mean the soft woman who cries and cries, the so-called talented girl in Qingzhou?"

Leng Qingwu strolled in the center, like a proud peacock.

"It's the limit for you to make a legacy poem, and I'm ...... There's still room for energy! ”

The voice did not fall.

She picked up the pen and ink, and the words on the paper were dewy and unstoppable.

It can be seen that she has a deep attainment in calligraphy.

Hua Ru said: "There is a bit of cold old man's pen power. ”

When I stopped writing, there was another burst of white light, forming a larger white vortex with the previous one.

"It's another song..."

"Each of her inheritance poems seems to have more aura than Senior Brother Lu's."

Leng Qingwu hooked the corners of his mouth and stared at the audience.

Two white heritage poems echo each other.

"A song of flowers, a song of rivers and mountains."

"Flowers are a metaphor for people!"

"Kyushu still has such a beautiful scenery, the girl has a delicate heart."

When she showed her strength, the people present naturally did not maliciously belittle her poems.

They all appreciated and analyzed, and the words of praise were not stingy.

Because Leng Qingwu is already a six-rank realm of knowledge, Haoran's qi cannot be taken away.

So when she received the initiation, everyone finally looked away and began to mention poetry.

Their poems cannot be compared even with the poems of the lineage.

But how can I not show the works I have worked so hard to make.

And with the increase in the number of people who mention poetry, the aura of Haoran has accumulated a lot.

But there is still a long way to go to reach the road to heaven and repair the icon.

.......

"Boyfriend, you call me?" Eliza was still dressed in a cyan robe, but her eyebrows relaxed a lot.

Ever since Li Meng was angry and told her the sentence 'This is what a boyfriend should do'.

The word 'boyfriend' was deeply ingrained in her mind.

And she also gave these three words a unique meaning.

But how can outsiders know the girl's thoughts?

Li Mengsheng asked straight to the point: "You don't have to be there to participate in the poetry meeting, right?" ”

Eliza's eyes lit up and she was pleasantly surprised: "Could it be that you...."

Li Mengsheng nodded and said lightly: "On a whim, I made a few songs." ”

He nununed his mouth and motioned for her to look at the table, on which were the four sachets.

Eliza was dumbfounded, wasn't she seriously injured, and made four songs in one night.

"I've only made three ......"

"Anyway, I can't do the initiation, so you can help me with poetry. Haoran's anger belongs to you, and it is not a waste. ”

He secretly thought: It's best to come to see me with a large ball of light, then the eight grades of Confucianism and Taoism will be stable.

…………

As the sun sets, the world's poetry will be held until this moment, and there have been three inheritance poems, as well as masterpieces far beyond the number of hands.

"It's almost time before the road to heaven is about to begin."

Su Ru was a little anxious, after sunset, the poetry meeting was over.

"It's a talented girl in Qingzhou!"

The commotion in the tower low attracted the attention of the three great Confucians.

"That's right, this little girl hasn't mentioned poetry yet!"

"On her own, I'm afraid she can't do it!"

Everyone turned their attention to the beautiful woman who entered the tower.

But Eliza didn't say anything, and she didn't go to the center.

"Do you want to pick up the pen directly?"

She quietly picked up her pen and wrote, ignoring everyone's gaze.

"You're finally here," Leng Qingwu whispered.

The students present all looked at her expectantly.

Perhaps she is the only one who can outperform the descendants of the Maison, proving that the educational philosophy of the academy is better than that of the Maison.

In a few moments, a poem was written.

Unsurprisingly, a dazzling white light burst out of the paper.

"She's still writing!"

Eliza's pen rises and falls, never stopping.

"She is worthy of being a talented woman in Qingzhou...... Very well prepared. ”

"Otherwise, I will be caught off guard by the family."

Eliza's mind has long since drifted away—

The study experience with my classmates came to my mind one by one, and the sourness was unbearable.

It's another white heritage poem.

"Ah, it's on par with Miss Leng!"

The Confucian student of the academy waved his arms excitedly.

Even so, Eliza didn't stop writing.

The crowd opened their mouths wide, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Inside the tower, a falling pin can be heard.

Only the 'click' sound of Eliza's pen rubbing against rice paper.

Eliza has long since entered the realm of selflessness, immersed in memories both physically and mentally.

The footage since entering Beijing is being replayed frame by frame.

I don't know when, there is always a white figure in the picture,

The young man in white in Bailanxuan poured wine and sent poems to persuade his friends to get lost and return;

On the banks of the Mirror Lake River, the fan-folding boy has a whimsical idea to solve the problem.

Dressed in Luoxia, he said to himself: The connection between people is a debt.

Thinking back to these words, it still made ripples in the girl's heart.

There are also Jinghu poems that will face doubts, angrily write poems, trigger visions of heaven and earth, and alarm Confucianism....

Solve the mystery, catch the murderer, give away strange clothes, and make hot pots....

Countless pictures are finally frozen on a stubborn smiling face,

"Boyfriend...."

Eliza's ruddy face bloomed with a smile that was obsessive.

But her smile is not reserved for others, only for the sweetness of her heart.

At this moment, her last poem has been completed.

"Childe should only see paintings, and I know only about this."

"When it comes to the water and the sky, it must not be a person among the dust."

Originally, she had only prepared two poems.

But last night she tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep, so she wrote this poem.

Although this poem has not been immortalized, it is the poem she is most satisfied with.

Maybe it's because this poem is all about feelings......

Someone wails: "My goddess is in love......"

caused everyone to laugh, and someone quipped:

"You can enjoy the flowers, the moon and the scenery, and sing the mountains and rivers and the dynasty.

That can also praise the people of the big dream and the people who read the world.

So I think, Miss Yi, it's me who wrote it! ”

"Kill this ...... who doesn't want Bilian"

"Anyone can be Miss Yi's son, why can't it be me!"

For a while, there was a chorus of joy in the tower.

Leng Qingwu poured out a breath of turbidity, and when she saw that Eliza had not stopped writing the second song, her heart was in her throat.

"If you talk big, you should be scared."

She didn't expect the brother to stab herself in the back, so she grabbed Leng Qingge's ear with her backhand,

"Why don't you mention poetry! Want to show others a family joke? ”

Leng Qingge reluctantly mentioned a poem, but it did not cause a vision of inheritance poetry.

He has his own calculations in his heart: "My inventory is of great use, I don't know if my eldest brother can still visit the Qinglou...."

Hua Ru looked tired at the moment, and asked eagerly, "How is it?" Is it at the top? ”

"We're still a little bit away from reaching the top..."

At this moment, the aura of convergence was entrenched at the top of the tower, but the road to heaven had not been opened.

"With so much Haoran Qi, if we don't complete it as soon as possible, we won't be able to suppress it."

At this time, Eliza took out her boyfriend's four tips and said in a loud voice:

"This is a poem written by Kitahara Shiko, and he couldn't be there in person, so he handed it over to me to open."

"Four!"

Those present were shocked.

Eliza, on the other hand, slowly opened the first bag.

A burst of white light shot out of it,

"I'm numb - another white heritage poem!"

"Spring Night Rain"

Eliza had never read the poem in the bag, so she immediately read it carefully.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens."

Now almost everyone present has mentioned poetry, so all the attention is on Li Mengsheng's poems.

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently."

Reading this, everyone invariably paused.

It's wonderful~

"I've heard that he has a great talent for poetry before, and he really deserves his reputation......" Leng Qingwu muttered to himself,

The cold light song on the side looked like this.

Shouldn't there be something when visiting so many green houses?

In fact, Li Mengsheng used money ability to visit the Qinglou, not a poet.

After analyzing this matter, everyone began to look forward to the poems in the bag.

If it is all of this quality, the laurel of this poetry meeting undoubtedly belongs to the prince of Kitahara.

Eliza couldn't wait to open the second tip.

Everyone's eyes followed her movements.

"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses. ”

"Sure enough, it's the white inheritance poem ...... again"

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion", depicting ...... through simple scenes"

"The whole poem combines movement and static, outlining a picture of a hot summer."

"The last song describes spring, and this one writes summer ......"

"Four songs, just one year and four seasons, His Royal Highness the Prince praises the four seasons, isn't it just praising them all!"

Everyone is gossiping, what kind of poetry is this, this is Li Mengsheng's personal exhibition.

The three great Confucians at the top of the tower were overjoyed, and they were not worried.

Hua Ru laughed and said: "It's still Old Man Su who is alert, and he was admitted to the Bailu Holy Courtyard early." ”

Zhao Ru was not happy, and called Old Man Su not to talk about martial arts.

Su Ru laughed to himself: "When the prince was three years old, none of us fought with anyone.

The first strike is strong, the old man directly gave him a master's order, and he came obediently. ”

"It deserves to be called a prodigy, and if you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster!"

"Time can't hide his edge...... Don't forget his mother......"

The three great Confucians all regretted that the strange woman who had overwhelmed them had died early, which was really embarrassing.

At this time, with the opening of the third bag, there was another white light-

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear."

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

"I love this poem so much......"

"It's only twenty words, but it paints an empty, lonely picture of ice and snow."

"Absolute, extinguished, lonely, and alone, the four words are shocking."

"It's not just about the snow, it's about people's hearts."

"Shizi, deserved to be the first!"

Just when everyone is still unsatisfied with this song "Jiang Xue".

A purple light obscured all the white glow of the family in the tower.

"Again...... Purple inheritance again! ”

"He's doing it again—"

"His Royal Highness the Prince is really a god!"

And Eliza's heart is also turning upside down at the moment.

Perhaps only she knows the situation in which Li Mengsheng composed the four poems:

Badly wounded, just returning from the brink of death......

He ...... It's really as I wrote, it should only be the person in the painting. ”

She was happy and worried, "I'm really too bad for him~"

"Sister, how is my eldest brother!" Leng Qingge said triumphantly:

"So far, his poems are all inherited poems!

This is called "There are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky". ”

Leng Qingwu also put away her arrogance at this moment, and Li Mengsheng was like a mountain pressing on her, making her breathless.

"When did he become your big brother?"

Just when Leng Qingge didn't know how to answer.

"He should be your brother-in-law!"

"Huh?"