Pu Xinyang, a member of the Ancient Poetry Association, is also a person who likes to write about beauties.

He participated in the excavation of the lives of many ancient beauties, which is also something he likes to do very much.

In his words, there is only wine and beauty in the world that cannot be disappointed.

For this reason, he also wrote a special song "Beauty Fu".

This beauty fu is also used in many TV series, specifically to describe beauty.

For this reason, he can be regarded as complacent. 's own beauty is recognized by so many people after all.

Although not long ago, Liu Nan wrote a poem for Xueyi, which made his beauty fu lose his status, but his beauty fu is still very popular.

His status, too, is not much of a raqua. But tonight, he was already crazy.

Looking at this poem written by Liu Nan to see Xuefu, he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, he glanced at the beauty Fu that he had framed, and finally he made a decision.

There is nothing else, after seeing the Xue Fu, he knows that his beauty Fu already belongs to the mud in the stinky ditch, and there is no way to compare it at all.

"Hehehe, I'll just say why you Liu Nan are gone at a young age, and he has been banned.

You're still alive, who in the entire Han literary world still dares to speak out loud?

God, in my life, I can't write about beauties anymore, and I don't have the courage to write anymore. ”

While crying, crying Pu Xinyang burned his own beauty Fu.

He has his own pride, even if Liu Nan's gift to Xueyi wrote a quatrain like Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blowing Revlon, he was not so desperate.

But tonight, he told himself that there was no hope, that there was no hope in front of the mountain.

It turns out that I wrote about beauty, but I haven't written it like that?

It turns out that a person can still be so beautiful?

At this moment, this first snow fu has become the first beauty in the ages.

In the live broadcast room, Meng Lingchuan nine years ago is also depressed at this moment.

He looked at the rice paper in front of him, and a lot of sweat broke out on his head.

Yes, it's sweat, it's nervous and scared.

At this moment, he is reciting this poem to see the snow fu.

"The fiber is sincere, and the fit is shortened.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain.

Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed.

Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu.

The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed.

Dan lips are bright on the outside, and Hao teeth are fresh on the inside.

Bright eyes are good, and Jing assists in inheriting power.

Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely.

Tenderness and flattery in words.

The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bone image should be pictured. Yes...... I can't stand it, I can't read it anymore, Liu Nan, can you stop writing!! ”

After reading this, Meng Lingchuan really couldn't read it anymore, he was scared, and he was also hit to the ground.

As a poet, although he is a modern poet, Meng Lingchuan can think that he is not inferior to anyone in his understanding of ancient poetry.

And tonight, Liu Nan's first Xue Fu, he can swear that this is the best Fu he has ever seen, and it can be called the first Fu in the world.

Or, it can be said that it is the first beauty in ancient and modern times.

There is no one that can be compared.

This is precisely because of this, the more he recites, the more Meng Lingchuan's heart collapses.

As a literati, when you give birth to a work that has no way to be surpassed at all, you have only one thought in your heart, and that is fear, unparalleled fear.

At this moment, Meng Lingchuan is like this, and the entire Modern Poetry Association and the Ancient Poetry Association are the same at this moment.

At this moment, the entire literary world is like this. It can be said that when Liu Nan saw Xue Fu tonight, he directly knocked down the entire Han literary world.

Regarding Meng Lingchuan's madness, Liu Nan ignored it at the moment.

At this moment, he has completely fallen into his own thoughts and inspirations.

At this moment, he no longer felt anything, he felt as if he had walked into an unknowable place.

He saw a woman who was as beautiful as a dragon, and no one in heaven or on earth could match her beauty.

At this moment, Lin Hai covered Meng Lingchuan's mouth and held him down to prevent him from disturbing Liu Nan.

Subsequently, Lin Hai took over the work of Meng Lingchuan just now, and he began to recite.

"The splendor of the clothes, the brilliance of the Yaobi.

Wear gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to show off your body.

Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog.

The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. ”

When I was writing this, suddenly Yuan Xingcan came over, and as soon as he came in, he shouted loudly.

"Brother Liu Nan, Brother Lin, I'm here."

This shout made the atmosphere in the entire courtyard suddenly change.

And at this moment, Liu Nan, who was writing, was also awakened by this sound.

He raised his head blankly, glanced around, and then at Meng Lingchuan, who was lost in his soul, and then saw Li Jianxue, who had become wood, and Huang Mengzhou, who was already dumbfounded, as well as Yuan Xingcan, who was confused, and Lin Hai, who was angry.

"Well, what's going on?"

At this moment, Liu Nan stopped writing, as if he couldn't write anymore, and it seemed that his inspiration had been interrupted.

After muttering this, Liu Nan lowered his head and looked at the rice paper in front of him.

He wanted to keep writing, but found that he couldn't.

"Alas, suddenly I can't write anymore!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar

。 And nine years later, in the Liu Nan Courtyard in Qingshi Town, Yuan Xingcan suddenly slapped himself twice.

"Yes, you two slaps, I think it's light."

Xue Pujia, as a woman and the president of a literary publishing house, no one hates Yuan Xingcan nine years ago more than her at this moment.

Seriously, if Yuan Xingcan wasn't her friend, she really wanted to kill this turtle son.

There is no way, this poem is obviously not finished, but this inspiration is interrupted, it is interrupted, and it is impossible to connect it.

It can be said that Yuan Xingcan interrupted a song of heavenly longitude.

But even so, this first snow fu has become the first beauty in ancient and modern times.

If Yuan Xingcan hadn't interrupted Liu Nan, what would this Shoufu have become in the end?

No one knows this, and it is not clear, because no one can renew this first snow fu.

And Yuan Xingcan himself was also annoyed for nine years.

He didn't know why, it was such a coincidence that day, he directly interrupted Liu Nan in the past.

If he could, Yuan Xingcan would really have broken his leg and couldn't get out of the house on this day.

Li Jianxue patted Yuan Xingchan on the shoulder: "Xingcan, don't think too much, Anan has never blamed you."

This thing has nothing to do with you, you don't have to.

Sister Pujia, you too, Xingcan has regretted it for so many years, and you still say what he does. ”

After speaking, Li Jianxue glared at Xue Pujia slightly.

"Yes, you don't say anything when you see the snow, and I have nothing to say.

I just think it's a pity, when I first watched this song, I fell in love with it directly.

It's a pity that there is only half a song, which is the biggest regret. ”

"Yes, it's a pity, but I think maybe God can't stand it, so I deliberately arranged it this way.

This half of the first fu, I think it can be called the first beauty of the ages, what do you say would happen if you wrote it all down?

Let's put it this way, you look at it, tonight's first appearance on the Dahan public platform for the first time will hit countless people. ”

He Hongzhang also took the opportunity to say a word, which can be regarded as comforting Yuan Xingcan.

And as He Hongzhang said, the entire Han tonight has been affected.

Whether it's an ordinary person, or a literati or something.

Tonight, when I first saw this first time I saw Xue Fu, I was completely dumbfounded.

As a top literary master in China, Zhang Fengyue is also lost at this moment.

He turned on his computer, then found the tribe, and finally clicked on his tribe room number.

But when he looked at the editing page, he didn't move for a long time, like he was stupid.

"I have a lot to share, such as the rhythm of this poem, the diction, and the idea.

But why, when I really wanted to write, I couldn't get a word?

Now, in my mind, it's all about the sincerity of the fiber, and the degree of shortening.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain.

Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed.

Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu.

The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed.

Dan lips are bright on the outside, and Hao teeth are fresh on the inside.

Bright eyes are good, and Jing assists in inheriting power.

Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely.

Tenderness and flattery in words.

The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bone image should be pictured.

Other than that, everything else in my mind disappeared.

At this moment, knowing that beauty appeared in my mind and occupied all my thoughts!! ”

With a sigh, he finally turned off his computer page, then walked out of the house and went outside the yard to smoke a cigarette.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, I don't even have the qualifications to interpret it?

Liu Nan, Liu Nan, what kind of person are you?

Why were you able to write such a beautiful poem? Why!! ”

With a bitter smile, Zhang Fengyue took out her mobile phone and made a call to her friend, this person was Gu Qing.

"Gu Qing, you ......"

"Hehehaha, it's all fake, there's nothing to see Xue Fu at all, I'm hallucinating.

Zhang Fengyue, are you right, tonight's one is fake. ”

Listening to Gu Qing's crazy tone, Zhang Fengyue was anxious.

"Gu Qing, what's your situation?"

Gu Qing on the other side of the phone was silent, and then there was a retching sound.

"Woo woo Zhang Fengyue, do you know that when your proudest thing becomes worthless one day, do you know this feeling?

HeheheheI know now, and I finally know.

After the appearance of a song to see Xuefu, all my previous pride has become the silt of the stinky ditch, you know?

After I finished reading this poem, I came to see the painting I painted, and I only had the eight words of fluttering and graceful and swimming dragon in my mind.

And in my own paintings, in my eyes, those beautiful and dignified ladies in the past have become one ugly devil after another. Zhang Fengyue, my pride is gone! ”

There was a shout, and then Zhang Fengyue heard someone exclaiming.

"Gu Qing, what's wrong with you, what's the situation?"

"Hurry up and call the emergency number, Gu Qing, you can't be fine!"

Zhang Fengyue silently put down her phone, not knowing what she was thinking.

……

Du Yuanming was walking on the road in despair, and suddenly he stumbled, and he fell, but he didn't have any consciousness, so he stood up and continued walking.

The whole person is like a walking corpse.

"Its shape is also: if it is like a dragon, if it is like a dragon, hehehe, if it is like a dragon! Is this the real Liu Nan?

Is this his true talent? Hahaha...... It's ridiculous, I shouldn't have watched this live tonight.

After reading it, my spirit was gone. ”

While speaking, Du Yuanming staggered, like a madman.

……

Ye Weidao This is the third glass of wine he has drunk, and Gu Qing has already been sent to the hospital.

At the moment, he was sitting in the courtyard of his home, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

As soon as you close your eyes, it's the first time you see Xuefu. Nothing else could come into his mind but that.

At this moment, Ye Weidao really realized for the first time why there was the word jealousy.

Tonight, for the first time, he knew that his talent could be so high, and it was also the first time that he knew that the beauty of Fu could be written to this point.

There is nothing to say and nothing to say.

"Half of the beauty is endowed, covering the Han Dynasty for 3,000 years."

……

What did Ying say, she has been showing that she likes this Liu Nan.

I did have this thought before, but this kind of thought was not too heavy.

After all, no matter how much you like it, Liu Nan is also a deceased person.

Although I like it, it's just a spiritual sustenance. It wasn't until tonight that her mind finally changed.

Qi Ying and her friends are watching this live broadcast tonight.

It can be said that at this moment the place is completely quiet.

Seeing Xue Fu in a song, it really makes no sound here.

Whether it is the suitor of Xuan Ying, or her best friend, etc., they are all staring at the projection blankly at the moment

。 "I ...... I...... I don't know how to say it, I just want to say that this Li Jianxue is really too jealous.

If someone writes me such a poem, even if I ask him to be a maid, I am willing to serve tea and plumbing quilts. ”

Suddenly, there was a girl with a delicate face, looking at the live broadcast room stupidly, Liu Nan, who was still a little sick nine years ago, said.

It's been so long that someone has finally spoken.

Then, it was as if the group had been awakened. A man with a handsome smile smiled bitterly at Liu Nan who looked at the live broadcast room at the moment.

He is a direct member of the Zheng family, and it is also a great family.

And today, he was completely impressed by Liu Nan.

The family plans to marry with the urging family, and urging Ying is the best choice.

So, in recent times, he's been here.

At the beginning, he was very disdainful of Qi Ying saying that he liked a dead man, and felt that this Qi Ying was too rebellious, so he said such things.

But today, Zheng Han seems to understand Xuan Ying.

Because of this dead person, he is Liu Nan, does the poet Liu Nan know?

So, what's impossible to be liked?

However, no matter how you look at it, it feels incredible.

And this first time I saw Xuefu, Zheng Han really saw the appearance of a beauty.

Although this poem is written by Li Jianxue, in the final analysis, this poem is still the appearance of the goddess in your mind.

At this moment, Zheng Han suddenly figured out that it seemed that it was really boring for him to marry according to the family's wishes.

"Why should I come according to the will of my family?

Can't I just find a goddess I really like?

I also want to find the girl who belongs to me. ”

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