Lin Xun'er searched around the market, but could not find the person who lost the purse.

So I had no choice but to leave the market and walk back.

"I wonder what's in this purse?" Lin Xun'er looked at the purse in her hand and said secretly.

When she got the purse before, it felt very light, and when she touched it, it was not a silver coin, but like some paper.

"Why don't you see what's in here, maybe you can find any clues." Lin Xun'er thought so.

So curiously, he opened the purse and looked at it.

It turned out that it was indeed paper.

And it looks like the most ordinary paper, just neatly folded.

Lin Xun'er was a little strange, and couldn't help but take out one of them, it was really nothing special.

"If that thief just now knew that it was full of paper, I am afraid that his intestines would be repentant." Lin Xun'er laughed secretly.

But he couldn't resist his excessive curiosity, so he opened the paper and found out.

It turned out that there seemed to be a poem written on the paper.

[The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has a lot of white hair overnight. 】

[When I am drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. 】

"Good poetry!" Lin Xun'er's eyes lit up a little.

Although she doesn't know much about poetry, she is far inferior to Zhao Jinsi.

But you can also feel that the artistic conception between the lines of this poem is far-reaching, and the writing is outstanding.

It not only gives people a bit of autumn sadness, but also reveals a kind of heroism and romance.

"It's really good, the more you read it, the more flavorful it is, the county lord likes poetry the most, take it back and show it to her." Lin Xun'er said in her heart.

Anyway, I can't find the owner of this purse for the time being.

I can only go back to accompany the county lord to Zhushan Residence first, and then find a way to find the owner of the purse.

Lin Xun'er hurriedly ran back to the carriage, and the guards had already returned from the county office.

She stepped lightly, her body as light as a swallow, jumped directly into the carriage, and then lifted the curtain and got in.

On the carriage sat an extremely beautiful woman.

Dressed in a azure cardigan skirt, the curves are graceful and convex.

The appearance is even more beautiful, and it is incomprehensible.

Her skin is full of snow, her heart is blue, and she is noble and dusty.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the beautiful eyes.

It's like an ice mirror, shining brightly.

She is the only daughter of King Jing'an - Zhao Jinsi.

"County Lord, show you this song of the Seven Uniques, I don't know if you have seen it." Lin Xun'er said with a smile.

Zhao Jinsi couldn't help but look peerless, and he was even more talented, proficient in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Especially in poetry, it can be said that he is quite obsessed.

So when she heard Lin Xun'er's words, her eyes flashed, she was curious, and her eyes immediately fell on the paper in her hand.

"Show me." Zhao Jinsi curiously took the paper in Lin Xun'er's hand and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes were shining, and his beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen a little.

The rhetoric of this poem is fresh and beautiful, and the tone is light.

It seems to be an understatement, but the artistic conception is far-reaching and extraordinary.

The poetry is even more ethereal and fantastical, fascinating.

It's a rare good poem.

And this writer is a master of pen and ink, the pen walks the dragon and snake, heroic and elegant.

It complements the poetic mood.

It can be seen that the person who wrote the pen may be the author of this poem.

Definitely a literary master.

"Xun'er, where did you get this?" Zhao Jinsi looked at Lin Xun'er with a face full of surprise.

"Oh, it's in this purse." Lin Xun'er said, "The little thief just now should have mistakenly thought that this purse contained money and robbed other people's purses.

I had just gone to the bazaar and couldn't find the owner of the purse, so I wanted to see if I could find any clues inside, and I found a lot of paper inside.

Well, there are a few more of them. ”

Lin Xun'er took out a few other pieces of paper and handed them to Zhao Jinsi.

Zhao Jinsi opened one of them again.

This piece of paper is full of many words written, but they are all repetitions of the same poem.

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars.

I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around.

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun.

It's hard to walk! It's hard to walk! Many divergent roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

"There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea."

After reading this poem, Zhao Jinsi's heart was deeply touched, as if there was a power surging in his heart.

This poem is first suppressed and then raised.

First express the melancholy in your heart, the world is difficult.

There is sorrow, there is no will.

But the turning point of the last sentence has the majestic momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers and breaking through all difficulties and obstacles.

Uplifting and rejuvenating.

People can feel the heroic spirit and optimistic spirit in the author's heart.

Even if he encounters setbacks and blows, he still has the open-mindedness and courage to look towards the rising sun.

At this time, Zhao Jinsi's heart can be described as magnificent and unable to be calm.

She sighed at the author's convincing talent and his life experience.

I admire his optimism and heroism even more.

"It seems that this author, like the teacher, is a person who was born at the wrong time and has no talents. Today's Dayan Dynasty is in turmoil, and traitors are in power, and many talented people have indeed been buried. Zhao Jinsi sighed secretly.

From this poem, she can see the helplessness and unwillingness of this person who has great ambitions, but cannot show them.

I can only use this poem to express my ambitions.

And he wrote the poem over and over again, and even some of the handwriting overlapped each other.

It can be seen that there is no way to express the ambition in his heart, so he can only use the pen as a sword and the ink as a horse.

On this paper, you will point out the country, kill the enemy, and serve the country.

Subsequently, Zhao Jinsi carefully looked at the poems written on several other pieces of paper.

The heart was even more shocked.

These many poems are amazing, amazing, and convincing.

Her pretty face was already dyed crimson with excitement.

A heart is also intoxicated by the artistic conception of the poem, lingering in the beautiful and gorgeous rhetoric.

It seems to have experienced joys, sorrows, and sorrows with the author, and experienced a magnificent life.

Among those poems, there is the romance of "I don't know the sky is in the water when I am drunk, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy".

There is the heroism of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles".

There is a chic style of "killing one person in ten steps, not staying for thousands of miles, brushing off the clothes after the incident, and hiding the merit and fame".

I have the confidence that "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone".

There is the arrogance of "looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can my generation be a Penghao person".

There is the open-mindedness of "a glass of wine before his death, why should he be famous for thousands of years after his death".

There is the sorrow of "drawing the knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing, and raising a glass to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful".

There is also the courage of "there will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea".

There is the ambition of "why don't men take Wu hooks and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures".

There are also "people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope people will last a long time, thousands of miles together" delicate tenderness.

Those lines of poetry seem to outline in her heart a talented, bohemian, knowledgeable and home-minded young man.

A three-foot long sword hanging from his waist, elegant out of the dust, handsome and chic, fighting the sword world, happy and vengeful chivalrous swordsman.

A husband with flesh and blood, joys and sorrows, ambitions, and tenderness.

He is fond of mountains and rivers, intoxicated with poetry and wine,

The sword is in the rivers and lakes, and the family and country are inscribed.

Looking at his poems, it seems that you can taste him as a person and appreciate his elegance.

I admired his poetic talent and admired his pride and self-confidence and optimism.

I like his bohemianism and admire his Top Gun.

I was even more curious about his life and his story.

made Zhao Jinsi suddenly want to understand this person's past, want to listen to his story, and participate in his future.

However, what made her regret the most was that the song "Will Enter the Wine" could only see the first half of the song, and the back handwriting overlapped and blurred.

Let her still be unsatisfied, and she can't help herself.

It's like reading a book halfway through it, and then there's no follow-up.

It's like an emotion that is about to reach a climax, but it comes to an abrupt end.

made her really uncomfortable, and she couldn't wait to find the author immediately, let him complete this poem, and make up for the lack of feeling in her heart.

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