When Miss Miaomiao said the latter sentence, the corners of Xia Hua's mouth curled.

She is here to kill Li Chen'an!

I'm not here to find a husband!

It's just that now this wonderful girl said that this poem was written by Li Chen'an, which made her really a little unbelievable, so she was a little curious:

From the meaning of the word...... I heard that Li Chenan has just turned eighteen years old, how can he give people the feeling that he is eighty years old? ”

"Words are born from the heart, how can he have such a desolate experience?"

Miss Miao Miao turned off the fire and poured tea, and shook her head:

"Li Gongzi is a genius, maybe he saw an old man somewhere, and he wrote this poem with affection."

"As for the real reason, it's a pity that Li Gongzi didn't come to Pingjiang City, but went to Shuzhou, otherwise...... The little woman also wanted to ask him face to face, and begged him for a word in person. ”

Xia Hua didn't ask this question again, and if she wanted to ask, she could only ask Li Chenan.

She picked up the teacup and asked another question casually: "He...... Since he has the name of a poet, last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, his other fifteen poems ...... Can you write it out for me to see? ”

"Of course it can be...... The young lady still doesn't know about his poems that have been handed down to the world? ”

"Ah, this girl has just come down the mountain."

"Oh, then write it down for the young lady to see...... Don't fall in love with him! ”

Xia Hua took a sip of tea and was choked by this sentence, she coughed violently, and it took a while before it slowly subsided.

"This girl doesn't like that weak literati!"

The girl beckoned and summoned a maid to sharpen her ink.

She looked at Xia Hua and smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Li Gongzi is not a weak literati. ”

He ...... It should be hard! ”

If he wasn't tough, how could the officialdom of Jiangnan Province be upset by him alone?

When Xia Hua heard this, her face turned slightly red.

In a moment, the maid sharpened the ink of an inkstone.

Miao Miao took a piece of paper and laid it out very carefully in front of her.

She brewed for another five breaths, and then she picked up the pen, and put it on the paper with a very sacred and solemn manner.

The little mouth opens lightly:

"The poem just now is called "Jiangchengzi", which is the first poem made by Li Gongzi at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference."

"This second poem is called "Xijiang Moon, the World is a Big Dream".

"The world is a big dream,

Life is cool several times.

The wind leaves have been singing in the evening.

Look at the eyebrows and sideburns.

Wine is cheap and often sad that there are few guests,

The moon is mostly disturbed by clouds.

Who shares the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival,

Look north! ”

Miss Miao Miao put the paper aside, took another one and spread it in front of her, and put down the pen again:

"This third poem is called "Folding Laurel Order, Mid-Autumn Festival".

"Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?

Shine through the universe, reflect the mountains and rivers!

Gyokuro cold,

Wash the autumn sky and the silver man has no waves,

More clear than a long night,

It's all in the way. ”

"Lao Tzu sings,

In order to ask Chang'e,

Good night,

…… How about not getting drunk? ”

"This Fourth ......"

"The Fifth ......"

"The Fifteenth ......"

When Miss Miao Miao was writing these words and chanting, Xia Hua, who was sitting opposite her, was stunned!

She couldn't believe that it was Li Chen'an at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference, and it only took a stick of incense to make these amazing poems!

What kind of literary achievement is this?

How deep is this literary skills?

No wonder the emperor of Ning Kingdom would give him the name of Shixian on the spot!

Its talent...... No matter which Confucian of any country, at least in the matter of poetry, is not his opponent!

Although Xia Hua is practicing martial arts in Tianyin Pavilion, she is also studying.

Although her teacher is not Yun Shuxian Yun Confucian, he is also the head of the White Deer Academy in Dongxu City, and he is also one of the five great Confucians in Wu State, Mr. Qiuchen Qiu.

Tianyin Pavilion repairs the sword and also repairs the piano.

To repair the piano, you need to be extremely talented in literature.

If you don't understand the meaning of the words, the piano you play will only have a form and no spirit.

Tangible or injurious.

But only with God can you cross the ladder and kill people!

The sound of the Heavenly Demon Qin in Tianyin Pavilion can be called a must in martial arts, and there are very few people who can practice it, that is, in addition to internal strength, it also needs extremely high attainments in literature, so that the sound of the qin resonates with heaven and earth!

Of course, she understood the meaning of Li Chen'an's poems.

Because I understand, I will be surprised!

She knows how hard it is to make such a poem!

If these poems are played in the unique way of the Heavenly Demon Qin...... I am afraid that I can kill people invisibly!

Miss Miao has stopped writing at the moment.

But she still held the pen.

There was an indescribable emotion on her face.

It seems that she is still immersed in those poems, and it seems that her mind is still flowing with those pictures that she has never seen before that of Li Chen'an.

It was a moment before she woke up.

She put down the pen and bowed slightly: "Gaffe." ”

"Every time I copy these poems of his, I always have some new experiences and feelings, I always feel that he seems to be right in front of me, and I always imagine that I am by his side."

The girl turned her head and looked out the window.

The red silk that spread on the surface of the lake outside the window is gone.

There are microwaves.

There was a breeze.

There is a bamboo curtain to shake gently.

A bright red lantern has been lit.

"If you can accompany him, the red sleeves add fragrance to read at night...... This is roughly what every girl who has a spring wish! ”

Xia Hua looked at Miaomiao silently, and suddenly asked, "Didn't you say sixteen songs?" How come this is only fifteen? ”

"His last poem has not been recited in the literary world, and very few people know about it, and it has not yet been able to pass it on."

"Oh......"

Xia Hua has some regrets.

"It's a pity that the merchant family died, and even if he could compose good poems again, no one would be able to compose a song to match it."

Miaomiao retracted her gaze, "Not really, the knowledge of music composition was taught to a girl named Liang Manman." ”

"She may not have the mellowness of the businessman's music, but she also has a different style...... are all extremely beautiful, such as the song she composed for Li Gongzi's "Tianjingsha", which has now been widely circulated among the Qinglou painting boats in Pingjiang City. ”

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows: ""Tianjing Sand"...... This doesn't seem to be the name of a word plate. ”

"This is where Li Gongzi's writing is like a sea of water, it is not a word, but a loose song created by Li Gongzi."

Xia Hua was taken aback again, after all, the birth of a new style of writing was a great thing.

"Loose songs? Can you sing to me? ”

"Absolutely."

Miaomiao sat down in front of the piano table again, silently breathing, pointing to the strings, the piano sound paused, and the singing voice slowly unfolded.

Xia Hua was stunned again.

In the singing voice of the wonderful girl, she seemed to see the young man named Li Chen'an!

He was dressed in white and won the snow.

Under the starlight, he holds a brush in his hand, uses night as ink, and the sky as paper.

He stretched out his hand, and wrote this famous chapter on the heavenly firmament.

What a carefree boy is that?

What a merry, uninhibited, but soft-hearted boy!

“…… Warbler Yan Yan Chunchun, flowers and willows are true,

Everything is charming,

Delicate and delicate, stop and be everyone. ”

After singing a song, the aftermath lingers.

Miao Miao has not woken up, and the summer flowers have not bloomed.

The other six swords of the Seven Swords of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion had already stepped into the cabin at this moment, and they stopped in the cabin.

After a while, they heard what the little junior sister Xia Hua said:

"Miaomiao girl, can you tell me the story of Li Chenan and that Miss Zhonglisan?"