Yan'er originally wanted to torture Li Zhao, but she didn't know that she heard such wonderful poems when she arrived, and she couldn't help but be amazed.

The poems of the pre-Qin period are ancient and difficult to understand, just like the Book of Songs, and the poems of the Qin Dynasty are impassioned, sad and allegorical, just like Chu Ci.

However, since Xuan Mo's poems were selected, the style has changed, and I don't know when it started, but it became a unique school.

Xuanmo's poetry selection has become a trend, not only poetry everyone, talented and beautiful people study it, and even folk villagers can chant a few words, which can be described as a flourishing moment, but Li Zhao, as the author, does not know.

Yan'er is a talented girl in Donghai County, so she naturally knows Mo Xuan's poetry selections and studies them very well.

"When the wine is sad, the intestines are even more worried!" Yan'er repeated the chanting, and then looked at Li Zhao's staggering steps, the cup raised in his hand, and the sad face.

"It's very appropriate, what did you go through to express such a mood and make such a poem."

This poem is very wonderful, but it is definitely not a long time ago, it should have been written by this person temporarily.

"Oh my God! If he can make such a poem in an improvisation, is he a poet? Yan'er muttered to herself, but shook her head, she has seen a lot of poetry, but she has never seen this person.

"But who is he?"

The style of this poem is almost the same as that of Xuanmo's poems, and the level is comparable, no, it is more than that.

can make poems on the same level as Mo Xuan's others, who will it be?

Yan'er shook her head, although she knew a lot of everyone, she didn't know who this person was.

walked over slowly, but did not bother Li Zhao, and watched silently from the side.

The love is naturally strong in the depths, and Deacon Li Zhao drinks it again.

At this moment, the night has come, and the bright moon rises from the east, swaying like drunken wine, shaking on the branches, pouring soft white.

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. Ha ha! Dry! ”

Inadvertently, this person recited another poem, which surprised Yan'er, although this sentence is incomplete, but it is more appropriate and better!

Absolutely heavenly.

This person actually did such a thing in a row, or in a few breaths, what kind of person could do it?

Even if she is praised by everyone as a talented woman, she can't compare with her in any way, and this talent is better than herself.

She didn't expect that it was just a coincidence that the disciple she met would have such literary talent.

Silently, she didn't bother Li Zhao, and her desire to torture slowly subsided.

At this moment, this person is in a good situation, and it is not easy to disturb! Otherwise it would be a blasphemy against poetry!

She silently retreated.

The next day, it was the day when Young Master Cui came to propose marriage, and the group was imposing, and the gift boxes were carried in one by one.

Obviously, this is a propose, in the eyes of Young Master Cui, he is already confident, and Yan'er has definitely become his bag.

"Yan'er, your beloved, I'm here to marry you." Young Master Cui was dressed in a happy dress, his head was raised high, his behavior was perverse, and his intentions were high.

As soon as he entered the county mansion, he shouted loudly, very presumptuous.

The servants all knew him, and one by one they did not dare to step forward to stop them, so they watched them arrive in the inner hall.

Yan'er was waiting for them in the inner hall, but she looked disdainful.

Young Master Cui is not learned or unskilled, and his reputation has long spread throughout Donghai County, and he is even a disciple, and he sometimes flirts with women in the market.

"Do you know the three levels that Miss Ben said?" As soon as she saw Young Master Cui, Yan'er asked impatiently.

"Of course, it's only three levels, why is it difficult!" Young Master Cui responded confidently, but his eyes were not restless and glancing at the graceful figure. (End of chapter)