"Childe and slow!"

Hearing this voice, the corners of Ying Wuji's mouth finally showed a faint smile, but it quickly disappeared.

He turned around and said, "Please teach the girl!" ”

Hua Chao's voice was gentle and calm: "Childe's talent, the little woman admires it, how can she abandon Childe?" It's just that the little woman in this poem is really shameless, if the son does not give up, she can still make a masterpiece that makes the little woman fall in love, how can the little woman refuse the son to be outside the door? ”

Bai Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "Do you have the final say?" ”

Hua Chao was also a little uncertain: "This ......"

Ying Wuji smiled: "Forgive the girl of the flower dynasty, but I do have some confusion about the girl's standards, if this confusion can't be solved, then I'll leave!" ”

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded.

"I have a macaria ancient jade, I can borrow flowers to wear it to the girl!"

"Macaroni Ancient Jade!"

Everyone was shocked, this so-called Tongxin ancient jade is a jade left over from ancient times, and wearing it on the chest has the effect of calming the soul and nourishing the soul, which is a great help on the path of cultivation.

In addition, this ancient jade also has an effect, that is, it reflects a person's mood fluctuations, and uses different colors to reflect people's joys, sorrows, loves, and evil desires.

Indeed, it can be a measure of preference.

However, this ancient jade is quite rare, and there are people in this small bamboo garden.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a thin and unshaven Mo swordsman.

The Mo family swordsman walked to the screen as if no one was around, and directly ripped off a piece of jade and threw it in: "The girl will return it to me when she runs out!" ”

There was silence in the screen for a while, and then the voice of the girl from Hua Chao came out: "This jade is indeed fair enough, thank you for borrowing!" ”

As he spoke, he put the lustrous jade on his neck, which could be faintly seen through the screen.

Luo Ming frowned slightly, but he also knew that this matter could not be changed, so he turned to look at everyone: "It's rare that the girl of the Flower Dynasty has time, who of you has poems and songs to give?" ”

He didn't know if the masterpiece just now was written by Ying Wuji himself, but he knew that Ying Wuji must have come prepared, and he couldn't guarantee that there would be other poems, and now he could only provoke others to grab the poems, so that Ying Wuji didn't look so conspicuous.

Although there are few people here today, they are all talented people who have read poetry and books.

But I never thought that none of the more than a dozen people got up, and they were completely watching a play.

It's not that they can't do it, it's just that they are really a little scared to see who Ying Wuji sees today.

If he was also seized by this Qianguo proton once, wouldn't he be as embarrassed as Ji Su and Luo Ming?

Besides, Ying Wuji's poems today are a bit evil, even if they want to compose poems, they have to wait and see what kind of poems Ying Wuji can come up with.

Luo Ming gritted his teeth, simply stepped forward directly, and walked to the bookcase in front of the screen: "Since this is the case, then I will throw bricks and lead the jade, Gongzi Wuji, you shouldn't mind!" ”

"Please!"

Ying Wuji smiled and made a gesture of please.

He also wanted to see if Luo Ming came over this time to make some trouble.

Seeing Luo Ming lifting the pen, many people stood up, after all, he studied under a famous teacher, and what he did must not be ordinary.

I saw Luo Ming's pen stroke steady:

Go up the mountain to pick turnips, and go down the mountain to meet the deceased husband.

Kneel down and ask the deceased husband, what is the newcomer like?

Although the newcomer is good, he is not as good as the old man.

The colors are similar, but the claws are not the same.

The newcomer enters through the door, and the old man goes through the door.

New artificial weaving, so artificial weaving.

One horse per day, more than five zhang of weaving.

Compare the newcomer to the original, and the newcomer is not as good as the old.

Everyone was amazed.

"It's actually a Yuefu poem!"

"As a student of Master Li, it is really solid to write Yuefu poems."

"It seems that the story is about a man who has been in chaos and has always given up."

"This poem is a masterpiece, and with the song of the girl of the Flower Dynasty, it will definitely be sung by the world."

Everyone, you say a word to me, and you are full of admiration.

On the one hand, it is to give Luo Ming a face, and on the other hand, this poem is really good.

Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, the Zhou Dynasty clan in this world is not so down, although it has lost the actual control of the various vassal states, but it is also a spiritual symbol, the establishment of the Zhou Yuefu will collect all kinds of excellent folk singing, literati from all over the world will be proud of the works being included in Yuefu, Yuefu poems are the most representative of them.

Luo Ming's first work is very solid, but I didn't expect him to write a scumbag who started to give up.

When the divorced woman met her ex-husband, the ex-husband regretted it, saying that the bride was not as good as her ex-wife, and she looked extremely remorseful.

Could it be ...... Is it that the prime minister wants to admit his mistake through Luo Ming's mouth and persuade Hua Chao to go home?

Thinking about it this way, it is very likely, after all, his original wife has died, and no one can stop him from taking his illegitimate daughter home.

But you're ...... Are you sure it won't add fuel to the fire?

Luo Ming put down the pen and handed the paper to the maid of the Hua Dynasty with both hands: "Tired! ”

The maid bowed slightly, returned to the screen, and handed the paper to Hua Chao.

For a while, everyone looked at the scene behind the screen, to be precise, staring at the ancient jade hanging on the chest.

Such a good Yuefu poem, the girl of the flower dynasty must like it very much, right?

But no one expected that the halo on the ancient language of macaria only lit up slightly, and then quickly fell silent.

The girl's voice was very flat: "This poem is very good, but I don't like it!" ”

Everyone was stunned.

Ah......h

Don't like this?

Miss Hua Chao's standards are too high today, right, I don't like the song just now, I don't even like this one?

The paper was quickly sent out.

Luo Ming held the paper, his brows were locked tightly, and he was about to say something, but he was directly ripped off by a person.

Wu Dan smiled and said, "Brother Luo! You also said it just now, whether you can fulfill it depends on the preferences of the girl in the flower dynasty, Brother Wuji admits it, if you can't afford to lose, you will be too ungraceful, right? ”

"You!"

Luo Ming was angry, but his words had been blocked by Wu Dan, so he could only snort and shake his hand back to his seat.

Ying Wuji glanced back: "Do you still want to try it?" If not, I'll be ugly? ”

Seeing that no one answered, he smiled and picked up the pen.

The pen is a dragon and a snake, and the handwriting is extremely neat.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, this is not his good calligraphy, it is true that Luo Ming's "Regular Script Mastery" is too easy to use.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he wrote the sentences that had been prepared long ago.

When the swallow goes, the red beans are full of branches,

Travelers don't ask about the return date.

Who guards Xiaoxiang alone,

I don't know what time it is.

When Yan returned, there was no trace of the beloved,

This should be done intentionally.

I don't want to have nothing to send for a long time,

Traveling far and wide, looking for thousands of miles.

……

Seeing these sentences, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

To be honest, the imagery created by these sentences is beautiful, and the story told is quite beautiful, as if one can see a mournful woman who is sending her husband on a long journey.

It's just that from the point of view of poetry, it's really a bit unsightly.

Or rather, it's not poetry at all.

Why does this Qianguo proton make such a strange sentence?

Ying Wuji didn't realize it, and wrote down on his own.

Since Hua Chao said that it is only based on personal preference, then I will write it according to your personal preference.

A song "Window Exploration" pays tribute to your deceased mother, I don't believe that you don't break the defense.

This wave.

This wave is called a spot blast.