Lan Cao sang, and the hall was silent for a while. As for Lan Cao, who sang four poems, his eyes were even more colorful.

If the first poem is like an exquisite appetizer, and you don't feel particularly surprised after eating it, and you don't have to look forward to it, then Qin Chuan will follow one after another, and push the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to a climax with his own strength.

Lan Cao, who sang four poems in a row, is more like personally participating in such a big event.

"The pine wind blows the belt...... Yuge into Pushen", she couldn't help but approach Qin Chuan, but she quickly paused, clamped her legs, and the poetry rippled in her body, and she soon couldn't tell whether it was poetry or ......

She bit her lip and silently chewed every word she had just spoken, with an endless aftertaste.

How could he do it so well.

It's like a country boy, who came to a palatial mansion and faced a group of rich and noble children, first showed his talents, which made people have to be impressed, and then sighed that he had never met his talents.

Do you think he wants to be appreciated?

No.

He just showed off his talent.

If you don't meet it, you won't meet it.

That's nothing. Since the bright moon knows me, the mountains and rivers know me, his talent does not need to be seen, the heavens, the earth, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees are his bosom friends, why do you need to be appreciated?

God will appreciate and praise such talent. The breeze in the mountains sings for it, and the bright moon in the sky is happy for it.

There are such poems, thousands of years later, the characters here have become loess, but today's four poems are like rivers that will not be wasted, rolling for a long time.

Huang Mingshi comforted Huang Meng before, suspecting that Qin Chuan's poems might be written by the old gentleman behind him, but Qin Chuan now suddenly took out four masterpieces, and one is better than the other, and the last two are even more hand-me-downs.

That kind of transcendent artistic conception, the freedom of not caring about everything, can't help but teach people to be ashamed of themselves.

Such a famous article, if it had been made in advance, would have been lost in the world long ago.

Where will it wait until now to be born?

And in everyone's hearts, it seems that they still hear the whining of Guangling Qin, although Qin Chuan stopped, but the sound of the piano is like flowing water, which is cleansing in their hearts for a long time.

The ancients are cloudy, and the aftermath lingers, and it is endless for three days.

At this time, the sound of Guangling Qin is like this, it is like this.

It is as if the sage of the bamboo forest, separated by thousands of years, has a dialogue with Qin Chuan.

The two have a sympathetic heart.

Guangling Qin meets the bamboo forest bosom friend and sounds, across the long river of time, as if the bamboo forest sage came here to meet with Qinchuan.

The little marquis wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Qin Chuan broke the silence of the hall, he picked up the piano and smiled slightly at Lan Cao: "Lan Cao girl." ”

"Hmm." Lan Cao was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you, Jean."

With that, Qin Chuan hugged the qin and left.

Drift away.

Lan Cao was still tightly holding the manuscript of Qin Chuan's last poem. Does he really care about everything? How could he do that.

Why didn't he stay?

Lan Cao's soul seems to be being tortured!

And so he went!

Qin Chuan left, and took Lan Cao's soul with him.

Half an hour later, Qin Chuan's four poems spread all over Lingzhou City at a speed like the wind.

The last water tune song head was too high, too ethereal, and too immortal.

The four poems this time have a precise structure, some of them are emotionally talented, some are open to life, and some are elegant and vulgar, and they hit the soul directly.

The words are plain and meaningful.

A scholar from a poor family wept faintly.

I don't know if I lamented that I didn't meet my talents and became a helper.

I still feel that life shouldn't be like this.

Under the old death forest spring, maybe it is faster than now.

Wealth, floating clouds.

If there can be such a famous story in life, don't say that the little marquis, even what is the town of Nanhou, after all, it is just a piece of loess.

There are rich and noble people, and their hearts are also related. And this year, he is white-headed, and his life is certainly rich and beautiful, but in the end, will anyone remember?

Maybe there are filial children and grandchildren, can they remember three generations, three generations later?

Qin Chuan made these four poems, don't say three generations, three hundred years, three thousand years, someone will always remember.

In the world of reverence for ghosts and gods, it is not terrible for people to die, and it is true to be forgotten by others.

It is not unreasonable to make meritorious contributions and virtues to be three immortals, and to be sought after by scholars.

For the privileged group of scholars and doctors, the delicacies of the mountains and seas, silk and satin, are just ordinary things, and they can enjoy them at any time.

They want a name.

Of course, the profit is theirs, and no one can take it away.

The little marquis looked at Qin Chuan's back drifting away, and suddenly clapped his hands with the folding fan, very hard, but he didn't care about the pain.

"Miss Lan Cao, these four poems don't have names yet."

Lan Cao looked vigilant, "Little Hou Ye, this poem was made by all of us with our own eyes. ”

Little Hou Ye: "Miss Lan Cao, don't misunderstand, but Qin Chuan composed a poem at my invitation just now, didn't he?" ”

"Well, so what?"

Although she is jealous of the power of the little marquis, the poetry manuscript in her hand is more important than anything else at the moment.

He hurriedly approached Lan Cao and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter how you write the title of the poem, but it has to have my name, you ask him to make a price, and I can do as much as I want." As long as this matter is done, in the future, Brother Qin Xian will be the distinguished guest of my Zhennan Houfu. ”

The little marquis admitted that he spoke to Qin Chuan a little loudly before. But he was born with a loud voice! If Qin Chuan had a prejudice against him because of this and didn't add his name, he would feel wronged.

Although the status of the little marquis is the highest in the hall, there are also a few people who are not low, and they saw the little marquis approaching Lan Cao and whispering.

They are not stupid, since they were a little Hou Ye's words just now, they guessed a little seven, seven, eight or eight.

Shameless!

It's a shame on the honorable group.

A young man surnamed Xu approached Lan Cao and Xiao Hou Ye, and said to Lan Cao: "Miss Lan Cao, you should remember me, Xu Ge Lao in Beijing is my cousin, my ancestor has always cherished talents, and taught us to make friends with Shilin talents." I have 800 acres of mulberry fields in the south of the city, which is suitable for a character like Brother Qin, can you ask Brother Qin to talk to me privately about learning, I want to ask him for articles and scriptures......"

The others also reacted, approaching Lan Cao, in short, beating around the bush, all of them wanted to divide the title of the four poems.

Lan Cao was speechless.

In fact, she is not familiar with Qin Chuan.

But who believes?

took the piano, left the manuscript of the poem, and finally said goodbye to you alone.

You still say there is no adultery?

Since ancient times, everyone understands talented and beautiful women.

You said that you have nothing to do with Qin Chuan, your face just now looked like the tide was rising, everyone is from here, who believes it?

What's more, scholars are ashamed of their words, and this kind of thing definitely needs an intermediary to make peace.

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Qin Chuan was in a hurry to leave, of course, for a reason. Because in the process of writing poems and playing the piano just now, Guanglingqin inspired a lot of literary atmosphere, some from four poems, more from Guanglingqin, others in the hall could not see it, Qin Chuan could see it clearly, and a splendid literary atmosphere like a canopy almost covered the entire Lingzhou capital city.

The source is on him and Guanglingqin.

It's a big deal!

He's going to have to slip away quickly, in case something unexpected happens?

Let's take Guanglingqin away first.

Fortunately, as he got off the boat and left, the Huagai Wenqi in the sky did not last long, and was frantically sucked into Qin Chuan's body by the evil pen.

It's just that the City God Temple in Fucheng is full of anger, and even the judges and ghosts in the temple are trembling, for fear of provoking the anger of Lord City God.