He really can't write poems and songs, and he didn't memorize a few poems when he was in school. Most of them are Tang and Song poems. Copying this in the Ming Dynasty is.

But he liked Nalan Xingde for a while, and what this great poet wrote was unforgettable, and it was from the Qing Dynasty.

He can't, but Nalan Xingde can do it. He deliberately stimulated Tong Xuepu and cited him to the poetry competition. The proud guy was fooled.

The little maid hurriedly helped Xu Qin get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Don't look at Xu Qin as a gentleman, nonsense and ridiculous. But after all, I went to a private school when I was a child, and I was beaten by my husband.

This word is still barely formed. Linglong supported her body and rolled up her sleeves to polish the ink for him.

I saw Xu Qin write the first sentence with a wave, she read it silently, and couldn't help but tremble with her delicate body, and looked up at Xu Qin incredulously, as if she knew him for the first time.

'If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. ’

Life should be as beautiful as the first encounter, and there will be no current pain of parting and lovesickness. What a beautiful poem, what a beautiful artistic conception, does he still have such thoughts?

Linglong felt that her eyes were a little moist, and these two sentences were enough. But Xu Qin didn't stop at all, and then came two more sentences.

'Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ’

Now that you have easily changed your mind, you say that men and women are easy to change their minds.

Up and down, what kind of fairy verse is this? Linglong's heart was suddenly caught. Whoever changes his heart is more sad. Was it broken by Daiyue? The little grandfather's heart turned out to be so delicate.

She hasn't finished feeling the little grandfather's heart, and the little grandfather has already written the next two sentences.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. ’

'How is it like Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ’

Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei are not envious of the sweetness of their sea alliances, and they did not complain when they said goodbye to life and death.

But how can you compare to Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei back then, they always have the vows of winged birds and Lian Lizhi.

After reading it, Linglong felt that her whole body was so soft that she couldn't do it, the spring tide was out of control, and Xu Qin became so handsome and chic in her eyes.

"Xu Lang, can this poem be given to the slave family?" Linglong threw down the ink, hugged Xu Qin's arm with both hands, and rubbed the ground on her chest.

The two soft rolling Xu Qin are comfortable, Xu Qin has never seen her so sincerely coquettish. My heart softened.

"Who else can you give it to if you don't send it?" Xu Qin directly waved his pen and wrote the words 'send Linglong girl'.

"Xu Lang, the slave family thinks it's so beautiful, can you fight again?" Linglong took the initiative to invite the battle, and Xu Qin was hot.

"Of course you can, and you can fight another 300 rounds. But what if that scholar surpasses me? Xu Qin looked at Tong Xuepu downstairs and said.

Linglong shook her head, this poem is categorically beyond that of the scholar, this poem can be known all over the world. How can it be so easy to surpass.

She is an Oiran, proficient in poetry and songs, and may not be able to make famous poems, but the eye for appreciation is still there.

That scholar is done today. But what does it matter? I have Xu Lang, it's enough to have this poem.

Yu Linglong couldn't wait to pull Xu Qin away, she felt that she urgently needed this man's ferocity now. A little can't wait.

"What do you mean by this, Miss Linglong, you haven't finished writing it yet?" Tong Xuepu couldn't help but be reluctant when she saw that Linglong was going to pull Xu Qin away.

Yu Linglong stopped to look at him, and then gave the maid a look. Without looking back, he pulled Xu Qin back to the room. The face is full of spring.

The people all over the building were buzzing, what is the situation, why is this Oiran lady so disregarded for manners, so impatient. Isn't Jade Linglong an ice jade?

Yu Linglong and Xu Qin left, and the people all over the building couldn't help but stare at the little maid and the paper. Until the piece of paper came to Tong Xuepu's hand.

Tong Xuepu couldn't wait to grab it and take a look, and the whole person was stunned. Then I started shaking.

"Hey, that one who reads, what are you shivering about? Read it out for everyone to hear. What did the little grandfather write? It can't be a threat to your ancestors for eight generations. A benefactor shouted unceremoniously.

The others also shouted, what was going on? The little grandfather and the Oiran left, leaving these people to watch like fools.

Is that scholar stupid?

The little girl took the piece of paper lightly and read the poem aloud, especially at the end, the five words "send Linglong girl" were so loud that her voice was broken.

"A good poem, this poem can be famous through the ages." A thin scholar shouted with his arms around a girl.

Those who know how to applaud or indulge in it, a good poem has a fatal attraction to literati, let alone this one.

If you don't understand, you naturally have someone to explain, and you can see the performance of the scholar. He was doomed. I didn't expect the little grandfather to have such skills.

Tong Xuepu looked at the poem written by Xu Qin, and couldn't help but thunder. This poem is excellent both in terms of concept and allusion.

And it is flowing and affectionate, and the love between men and women is written deeply.

People who are not suffering from love cannot write. It's bitter and sweet, and sweet with an aftertaste. This kind of bitterness lingering taste, how can he write.

No matter what, it can't be surpassed. The more I read this poem, the more painful it becomes. It can't be, he must have cheated.

How can a gentleman have this kind of experience, how can he have this kind of talent to write. But he didn't dare to say it, it was asking for his own hardship.

Standing in the middle of the green building, the girls and prostitutes on the building were all looking at him, sweat soaking through his underwear from his back.

I thought this was a good opportunity to fulfill the master's entrustment, fight that gentleman, and make a name for himself. But in any case, I never expected to encounter such a poem.

Who am I and where am I? He had questions.

"I'll just say that he is a silver-like wax gun head, which looks good and is not easy to use, but you still don't believe it." A benefactor grabbed the girl's breasts and kneaded them vigorously.

"It's really a shame that I have a white skin, and I am still a scholar, and I can't even write a poem. It's still the uncle's mighty ......," the girl said and followed the benefactor back to the room, and continued to cultivate.

The words of the girls around him were like vicious ants, constantly burrowing into his ears and into his heart.

He was unwilling to go, and he was sorry for the master, but the five thousand taels of silver hurt a lot. What's more, it's too humiliating.

But he really couldn't write such a good poem without leaving, and he didn't know how to be good for a moment. And the delicate and delicate girl has been hugged by that gentleman for a moment of spring supper.

At this time, he seemed to be able to hear the delicate body, the delicate voice of Cheng Huan under the crotch of the evil young man. For a while, my mind was even more confused, and I couldn't write anything.

simply rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

Xu Qin's poem spread all over the court, and Su Su deliberately found a few readers to read it. I was shocked that this was a good poem, and I had never read it.

Crispy immediately understood that this was issued. Not only did Yu Linglong send it, but even Man Tingfang also sent it.

Qinglou, which is in the skin and meat business, has finally fallen behind.

Qinglou can only go up with the value of elegance, attract those literati and scholars, and attract dignitaries.

How to prove that this green building is elegant enough, and there are poems that press the field. The literati liked this tune. The more you can't go beyond it, the more you have to take a look.

I also want to see what happens to the girl who got this poem, and I'm afraid that Yu Linglong's worth will be doubled. This little grandfather is really a great kindness.

Nalan Xingde's poems, after the Tang and Song dynasties, few can catch up. And this one is also his best work. So it's too hard to catch up.

Xu Qin became famous in the first battle of Mantingfang, and he brought the entire Qinglou to know the benefits of soap, and many girls ordered it from the Xu family.

Ten taels of silver is not cheap, enough for an ordinary girl to save for a long time. But you can do without, you can't live without. Otherwise, the benefactor would have chosen another sister.

Xu Qin and Linglong fought another 300 rounds, and even Linglong used the stunt of the jade. Xu Qin, who was cool, let out a howl like a hungry wolf.

The old bustard on the opposite side of the sleeping moon building stomped his feet in the past two days, damn Daiyue, why are you dizzy.

If it weren't for the fact that you are a cash cow, you would have dipped a feather duster in cold water a long time ago, so that you could taste it.

Now that 'True Face Soap Jade' is not sold to Mianyue Tower, what distresses her the most is that poem, which is not something that one or two Oiran can exchange.

The girls who didn't see Mianyuelou didn't come out to solicit customers, and the carriages of literati and scholars attracted by the poem at the door were all at the door. It is said that the invitation to Linglong has been scheduled until next year.

That poem spread throughout Yingtianfu, and many girls were singing it. Many literati also wrote that Ying He went to Manting Fang to rub the girl.

Man Tingfang saw that she had surpassed Mianyue Tower, and the old bustard bought more than ten girls at a high price, focusing on training.

Seeing that the opponent surpassed himself, how did the old bustard of Mianyuelou swallow this breath. She decided that the key was Xu Qin. A girl has been quietly prepared.

This girl was originally going to take it out in two years and use it as a town building oiran. After all, Daiyue can still be used for two years.

But now it seems that this stupid hoof has played himself to death. How popular that poem makes Linglong be, then how miserable she is in Daiyue.

Now it's time to replace Dai Yue, but the first time it must be given to the little grandfather, no matter what, let him write another poem.

There are one, there are two, and he must still have it. So now the key is to catch Xu Qin. Carry him in.

The old bustard of Mianyue Tower, Ju Dove, is confident, that Xu Fugui has coveted him for a long time, and he didn't want to deal with him, but now it seems that he is going to go out in person.

With this big traitor, Xu Qin couldn't run away at all.

Xu Miaojin was very happy here, and the high-level ladies were comfortable to wash, so they naturally had the enthusiasm to sell.

And they also have a new invention, 'True Face Soap Jade' is a good thing for solid pets. All the ladies have agreed that they can only be sold to the ladies and not to the concubines. Whoever wants to give the concubine will cut off her supply.

But the pillow wind is still better for the concubine, and the eldest lady is also gritting her teeth and not giving it. It is not enough to divorce his wife for this matter, but it is certain that the house will be restless.

Many officials and nobles have made their homes uneasy because of their 'true faces', and this matter is unspeakable, but they can't say it. I can only secretly inquire where to sell.

Three days later, Xu Qin came out of the Qinglou, and Xu Fugui dragged him out. He didn't want to leave.

But this is a good day for Chen Zuyi to cut off his head, and he still has important things to do.