But I heard Chen Jisheng continue to chant, "Thinking of tourists from afar, thinking about the early dynasty, stepping on the cold and invading the night, Ling Han has not yet risen, the heart is the father of the body, as the courtier of the heart, the body is not free, all because of the heart, my heart is content, my body is at peace, and I should live up to it!" ”

"The old man's poem is peaceful, and the artistic conception is far-reaching." Ye Baiqing said.

"Outside the body, inside the body, the world, Lord Chen, you care about everything." Dugu Corridor.

"Fang Cun words are in shape, I should live up to it!" Qiu Ruolan smiled, "I just like this sentence." ”

"Father-in-law, when are your old man still content? But I didn't believe it. Liu Xiangqin covered her mouth and sneered.

"I can't be free, it's all because of my heart, my heart is content, my body is at peace......" Baili Qingyun has been silently reciting these two sentences, and his heart has a feeling.

"No, old man, what does this poem mean? I don't understand. Tie Kunlun was at a loss, and quietly asked the madman.

"It's always just a matter of doing whatever you want." Said the madman.

"Old man, I salute you for a cup, and I wish you a thousand years of life!" Xiao Chen got up and raised a glass, and everyone also stood up and toasted Chen Jisheng together.

I wish him good health and a long life.

"Han Zhong, the old man throws bricks and leads the jade, it's your turn." Chen Jisheng raised his glass and smiled, looking at Dugulou.

"A poem, not a certain director, just barely respond to a poem." Dugulou's words were polite, he groaned slightly, and said loudly, "The ice is three feet thick, and the snow is covered for thousands of miles, my heart is like a pine and cypress, what is the gentleman's affection?" ”

The words of this poem are simpler, but they imply two meanings.

Not only did he express to Xiao Chen that he was willing to follow his wishes, his heart was like ice and snow, and his ambition was like pine and cypress, but he was slightly worried, I don't know what you will do to me, Prince?

It's kind of a question.

It can be regarded as confessing his heart to Qiu Ruolan, saying that he loves her like a pine and cypress, and loves her like ice and snow.

It's also a question.

Because he knew that Xiao Chen treated him with deep affection, and he also knew that Qiu Ruolan was as affectionate as the sea, so these two questions actually didn't have to be answered.

"Oh, that's a love poem." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Mrs. Ruolan, Han Zhongzhi asked, you should have a word!" ”

"I don't know how to compose poems, and in front of all the adults, I don't have to be ugly, but when I was a child in Jiangnan, I heard a small poem, the concubine took the oil wall car, and the lang crossed the green horse, where to get together? Under the pines and cypresses of Xiling. ”

This handful of dog food had to be swallowed silently.

"Xiangqin, you have a song." Xiao Chen said.

"Then I'll be ugly?" Liu Xiangqin had already finished the draft, so he told it without thinking, "It's strange that the north wind is urgent, the vestibule is like the moonlight, and the immortals would rather be clever and cut the water to make flowers fly!" ”

It is a good sentence, and it is really worthy of everyone's beauty, and everyone applauds together.

"Good man, you can also have a song." Xiao Chen is known for his kindness.

"Let me compose a poem? Then where will I be! Wen Shanchang was humble first, "But the Xiangqin girls are all ugly, and I have to show my ugliness and put together a song randomly, everyone don't laugh!" ”

The poem says: "Magnolia lotus heart opens in the snow, the willow shore grass is fragrant in spring, the clouds return to thousands of miles and is willing, and the sea and moon are calm and long." ”

The big guy was amazed when he heard it, because this poem looks ordinary, but it is cleverly embedded in the snow open, spring willow, grass Huaixiang, magnolia, lotus heart, Yungui, Qianliming, Gansui, Haiyue, calm, and water song, a total of eleven Chinese medicine names.

That's pretty rare.

Ling'er said that I really wouldn't, but everyone's interest was so high, so they reluctantly sang a nonsense, if everyone wants to laugh, then just laugh.

However, it is: a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone, and he knew that it was not snow, so there was a dark fragrance!

Yes?

You still say it's nonsense for such a good poem?

The big guy was immediately impressed by Ling'er.

In fact, this was not written by Ling'er herself at all, it was when she went out of the city with her brother Xiao Chen that day, and listened to Xiao Chen's casual recitation, she thought it was very good, so she remembered it.

At this time, he chanted in public, and sure enough, the words shocked the audience, and they couldn't help but be proud and laugh.

Xiao Chen naturally won't say anything, so let the little girl be happy, because it's been a long time since I've seen her smile so happily.

If she is happy, Xiao Chen will be happy.

My sister is brilliant, it's time for my brother.

"Xiao Ye, don't patronize and eat! I usually teach you to read and write and make pairs, aren't you quite serious about learning? Now it's time to check it out, and you can make a song to listen to! Xiao Chen never had a good tone when he spoke to Xiao Ye.

The younger sister is used for love, and the younger brother is used for repair.

"Huh?" Xiao Ye unexpectedly has his own business, brother, you might as well let me die if you let me compose a poem!

I've only been able to read for a few days, do you count?

But my brother's words couldn't help but listen, his face was red in a hurry, his ears were red, he scratched his ears and cheeks, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence, "One by one." ”

The big guy couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, this is not like a poem, isn't it a big vernacular?

But Xiao Ye is still a child, and he was born as a little beggar, he has never read a book, and it is normal that he can't compose poetry.

He is a god of killing, not a god of poetry.

Xiao Chen forced him like this, and it was really wrong.

"Yes, go on!" Duan Ling'er encouraged him.

"Uh...... Two, three, four, five? Xiao Ye quietly looked at his brother Xiao Chen, and saw that his face was quite ugly, and he was afraid, hesitating, and spitting.

"Hmph, you know how to count!" Xiao Chen said angrily, "Go on, I see when you count?" ”

"Six, seven, eight, nine......" Xiao Ye really continued to count.

The big guy had seen Xiao Ye's courage in killing the enemy on the battlefield, and it was rare to see him so frightened, and he couldn't help laughing.

In the midst of laughter, Xiao Ye suddenly said again, "I can't see the reed flowers when I fly in!" ”

Oops, the big guy was shocked when he heard it, this twist is wonderful!

was originally an ordinary vernacular, but with such a finishing touch, it suddenly had a charm.

Xiao Chen was also surprised, hey, you kid, you really have the spirituality to compose poetry!

I originally wanted to scold you for a few sentences, so that your kid could study hard in the future, but unexpectedly, you gave a little surprise to your brother.

"Actually, it's Ling'er's sister who ......" In fact, this sentence just now was written by Ling'er with his fingers in his palm, and the two sisters are mixed together all day long, and they have a good heart, so Ling'er's handwriting, he can feel it, and if it is a different person, it will not work.

After all, reading and writing is not what Xiao Ye is good at.

"It's his sister Ling'er, I usually teach it well, stop talking, hurry up and eat dumplings...... It's your turn, madman. Duan Ling'er hurriedly interrupted him.

What a little fool, you have to find your brother to scold you during the big holiday! Just let him praise you once, okay?

The madman really can't write poetry, and he doesn't have any room in his head for such useless things.

"I'll make a song for the madman." Xiao Chen would not force a madman to compose a poem, and took the initiative to ask for help, but he was also a little itchy in his heart.

The big guys are listening.