"Hmph, in the end, Sister Qingyun still doesn't believe that the song "Jiang Xue" was written by Brother Yun."

Hearing Han Qingyun's request, Zhuang Xinyan pursed her lips vindictively.

However, the big eyes flickered and looked at Yun Yi, wanting to see how he responded.

Although she has always supported Yunyi, it is all based on her trust in her grandfather.

In her heart, Zhuang Xinyan is actually doubting whether Yunyi is really as good as her grandfather said.

Yun Yi never thought that this little girl, who was quite hostile to herself, would actually ask herself to compose a poem.

So far, he has only plagiarized a song "Jiang Xue".

So, where did this poem's accomplished evaluation come from?

Yun Yi looked at Zhuang Jing'an suspiciously, but saw that he was also stroking his beard and looking at himself:

"Yunyi Xiaoyou, Qingyun's little girl's proposal sounds quite interesting, why don't you prove it to her?"

Although Zhuang Jing'an believes in his own vision of seeing people, since Han Qingyun has made this request, he is also happy to see it come true.

"What? Is this method of proof difficult for Yun Gongzi? ”

Seeing Yun Yi's hesitant appearance, Han Qingyun raised her eyebrows and asked proudly.

Looking at Han Qingyun, who was facing each other, Yun Yi couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Have you offended this little girl somewhere?

Why did she target herself everywhere as soon as they met?

Naturally, Yunyi can't compose poetry, but if you continue to plagiarize, then there is really no problem.

But plagiarism, done too much, always feels uneasy to people's conscience.

Just as he was hesitating, Yun Yi saw Shen Youwei's expectant gaze.

Never mind.

Since the little girl wants to hear it, then I'll do it again!

Rubbing Shen Youwei's little head, Yun Yi made a decision immediately.

If you talk about writing poems about women's beauty, you should count the Qingping tone of the poet fairy Li Bai.

Although this poem is used to describe Shen Youwei in coarse linen clothes, it is somewhat inconsistent.

But since Han Qingyun wants to prove by herself, Shen Youwei's status in her heart.

It is also quite appropriate to use this song to calm the tune.

After all, I have already said just now that Shen Youwei is the most beautiful in her mind.

"Miss Han said that it was just a poem, so what's so difficult?"

Now that he has made a decision in his heart, Yunyi's mentality naturally relaxed.

I saw him smiling, and his whole person exuded a confident glow.

"Oh? Since Yun Gongzi is so confident, then Miss Ben listens! ”

The confidence shown by Yunyi made Han Qingyun slightly stunned, but it was only for a moment.

"Little friend, don't worry, I'll study ink for you."

Seeing that Yunyi was so confident, Zhuang Jing'an's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's just a poem, there's no need to write it down, right?"

Hearing that Zhuang Jing'an was actually going to study ink for herself, Yun Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It's necessary, it's necessary, the old man also wants to observe Xiaoyou's calligraphy on the spot."

Zhuang Jing'an smiled like an old child, and came to Yunyi's desk.

Seeing that her grandfather was going to study ink in person, Zhuang Xinyan could still sit still, so she hurriedly got up and stepped forward to study ink.

Shen Youwei heard that Yun Yi really wanted to compose a poem for herself, and she also helped lay out the rice paper with a red face and joy.

The pen and paper were soon ready.

Yun Yi smiled slightly and came to the desk.

I didn't see any preparations for him, so he picked up the brush and began to write.

"Yunyi Xiaoyou, it's not too late to think about it before you write."

Zhuang Jing'an saw Yunyi's casual appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little more lost in his heart.

Even if this kid has natural resources, it is impossible for him to make such good poems in such a short period of time, right?

You must know that even if you compose your own poems, you have to think twice and consider every word.

Unless this kid has the talent of seven steps into poetry!

"It's just a poem, don't think about it."

Yun Yi smiled indifferently, dipped his pen in ink, and his wrist flew.

After a while, the handwriting of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing jumped on the paper.

The clouds want to dress and the 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.

"Wonderful!"

Since Yunyi started to write, Zhuang Jing'an has been staring at the rice paper.

So when Yunyi's last pen fell, he had already read the whole poem.

It's just that he never thought that Yun Yi could make such amazing poems with just a few steps.

For a while, Zhuang Jing'an's excited fingers were shaking slightly.

After reading this poem, Zhuang Xinyan's face was full of surprise.

She glanced at Han Qingyun provocatively, and then said to Zhuang Jing'an with some evil taste:

"Grandpa, this poem is really good to read, but I can't tell what is good for a while, and I ask grandpa for advice."

Han Qingyun didn't care about Zhuang Xinyan's provocation, because at this time, her heart had already stirred up.

As a famous strange woman in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is not an exaggeration to use the word "talent" and "beauty" to describe Han Qingyun.

Since giving Yun Yi a problem just now, this big Zhou Qi woman has already begun to make a draft in her heart.

It's just that what hit her quite hard is that she doesn't have any clue about her manuscript, and Yunyi has already written this amazing poem.

Just this poem has already made Han Qingyun completely believe in Yunyi's poetic talent.

It's just that what Han Qingyun can't understand is that since Yunyi has such a talent, why are there so many rumors outside?

Could it be that he just didn't bother to take the county exam?

Well.

It's a good possibility.

People with such talent are likely to have a personality that is a little different from ordinary people.

Yun Yi didn't know that Han Qingyun had already made up so many things in his brain, and at this time he was still reading this poem to Shen Youwei softly.

Shen Youwei listened to Yunyi's recitation with joy, but her big eyes were already looking at Zhuang Jing'an with expectation.

Although she believed that the poems written by Yi Ge'er must be excellent, she did not understand the meaning of the poems.

So when she heard Zhuang Xinyan let Zhuang Jing'an interpret it, her attention began to focus on Zhuang Jing'an

After Zhuang Jing'an sighed, she saw several female babies looking at her with blank eyes, smiled slightly, and said to Yunyi:

"Since this is the case, then the old man will try to interpret this poem by Yunyi Xiaoyou."

"If there are any shortcomings, please forgive me."

"Sir is too modest."

Seeing that Zhuang Jing'an had such a low profile, Yun Yi hurriedly bowed his hand.

"Yun Xiaoyou's poem is so ingenious in imagination that it seems to come at hand, without revealing any traces of artificiality."

"The language in the poem is rich and colorful, and the words are flowing, and the reading is like a spring breeze full of paper, and the flowers are full of eyes."

"The human face is blurred, and there is no need to depict it, which naturally makes people feel that this is a beauty like a fairy."

"In the poem, clouds, flowers, dew, jade mountains, yaotai, and moonlight, with a light pigment, praise the appearance of the young girl, but there is no trace."

"This is really a rare masterpiece!"

Zhuang Jing'an sighed with emotion, while picking up the piece of paper on which the poem was written, and studied it carefully, but did not pay attention to the corners of Yun Yi's mouth at all.