"I am only shallow in my studies, and there is no good poetry at the moment. However, if I think of it later, I will definitely share it with you. ”

"Since this is the case, then Zhixi will be ugly. ”

Qin Zhixi always had a dignified smile on her face. She walked among the crowd in a few steps, slowly unfolded the picture scroll in her hand, and a picture of the autumn lake was presented, which was the one made by Old Man Murong.

"Zhixi's painting is not bad. Old Man Qin nodded.

There are not a few people who copy Murong Yan's paintings, but the most successful one is undoubtedly Qin Zhixi. Whether it is penmanship or artistic conception, Qin Zhixi has comprehended a few essences.

"Thank you grandpa for the compliment. Qin Zhixi's eyes showed a little smugness. She knew that her paintings were unmatched among the younger generation of the Qin Mansion. However, the painting is just a foil, and the real highlight is the poem behind.

"The lake and sunset are harmonious, and the surface of the pond has no wind goggles and is not polished. Qin Zhixi opened her mouth and read out the poem in the painting.

After hearing this, a faint light appeared in Old Man Qin's deep eyes.

"The sunset on the lake is harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. Old Man Qin repeated in a low voice.

"Good poetry. The third elder stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

"The artistic conception is far-reaching, and the words are sophisticated. The four elders praised.

The smile on the corner of Qin Zhixi's lips deepened. She knew that the poem was perfect with the painting and would definitely be appreciated.

Old Man Qin nodded, his gaze falling on Murong Yan's painting. I have to say that Qin Zhixi's poems are very good, and they are also in line with the artistic conception in the painting.

It's just that when he took this poem to admire the painting in front of him again, he still felt that something was missing.

"Thank you two elders for your compliments. Qin Zhixi thanked her head and was modest.

"I wonder what Grandpa thinks of Zhixi's poems?" Qin Zhixi looked at Old Man Qin and asked.

"Poetry is good. Old Man Qin said lightly.

Qin Zhixi was overjoyed. You must know that the old man is extremely strict in terms of poetry, and almost never praises the works of his juniors.

"I wonder if Miss Ye has thought of a suitable poem?" Qin Zhixi's gaze wandered, and finally fell on Ye Qingchen. Her gaze was clear, but Ye Qingchen clearly saw the provocation hidden in it.

Ye Qingchen didn't know why Qin Zhixi was so hostile to her. However, if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, she didn't want to get involved, but if someone comes to provoke her, don't blame her for being polite.

"Miss Zhixi's poem is certainly a good poem, but it lacks something. ”

"What do you think is missing?" Old Man Qin's eyes lit up. Ye Qingchen's thoughts coincided with him. It's just that he can't say what is missing.

Qin Zhixi's face was slightly cold, but she still asked with a smile, "I don't know what Miss Ye thinks is lacking in my poem?"

"Old Man Murong's painting depicts the scene of the fairy lake at sunset in late autumn. Among them, the scenery of lakes and mountains, the sunset of birds, and the color of autumn water and long sky are all included. Miss Zhixi's poem, although it describes the sunset of Fairy Lake, lacks many scenery such as birds. ”

"Not bad!" Old Man Qin agreed. Although it is difficult to summarize all the scenery in the painting in a poem, the important scenery cannot be ignored. The birds in this painting are the only moving scenes in the painting, and naturally they cannot be ignored.

Old Man Qin's reaction made Qin Zhixi grit her teeth secretly, "Since Miss Ye has analyzed it so well, could it be that there is a better work?"

"I just came up with a sentence. Ye Qingchen said casually.

Just came up with it?

A sarcasm flashed in Qin Zhixi's eyes.

Does she really think she is a talented woman with unparalleled talent?

"Tell me about it. Old Man Qin said a little impatiently.

Ye Qingchen's red lips opened lightly, and he said word by word, "Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky." ”

This poem is from the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" by Wang Bo, a poet of the Tang Dynasty in China. As a classic, it has been passed down for thousands of years and is extremely prestigious. And Wang Bo's poem depicts such a picture of the autumn sunset into the wood, with the painting of the old man Murong, which is more than enough.

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. Old Man Qin said softly, and his eyes gradually lit up with a bright light.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

This poem is enough to match Murong Yan's paintings. ”

"The sunset is lonely, the autumn water is long... It doesn't get any better poetry than this!"

......

At this time, not only a few elders, but also many descendants of the Qin family present were also amazed. Although they can't make such poems, but after tasting them carefully, the artistic conception is amazing.

The dignified face on Qin Zhixi could no longer be restrained, revealing a somewhat hideous look, and the hands in her sleeves were already clenched into fists.

She never expected that the poems made by Ye Qingchen would have such far-reaching artistic conceptions, Rao didn't want to admit it, and she had to admit that she was a failure!

Damn it!

The limelight that originally belonged to her was all stolen by Ye Qingchen, a slut! And she, the work she is proud of, has become Ye Qingchen's foil, which looks extremely pale and ridiculous!

"Huh~ Boss, why are you so good?!" Qin Yueyang opened his mouth wide, with a look of adoration.

"I didn't steal, you let me go... ”

At this time, an angry voice came from outside the hospital.

Ye Qingchen's face sank. This voice is Diao's.