"Brother Qin, are you worried that I will get married?" Huang Yirong asked with a smile.

"Of course I'm worried. Qin Yifan blurted out without thinking.

The Huang couple's eyes lit up when they heard this, there was a play! However, since you are worried about Rong'er getting married, why can't you marry her immediately?

Is it because young people are greedy for fun? They don't want to be bound by their families too early? Thanks to his parents, if his parents were there, they probably would have urged him to get married and have children, and continue the incense for the Qin family. How can he be allowed to be willful and playful?

I am not his parents, and I can only be anxious when I see it.

And Huang Yirong also glanced at her parents meaningfully: Look, I'm not in unrequited love for Brother Qin, it's not just wishful thinking, we are happy with each other.

"Brother Qin, what kind of poem were you going to write just now, it has such an exaggerated effect?" Huang Yirong asked curiously.

"What I'm going to write is. Qin Yifan said: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country, the beauty is rare. ”

When Huang Yirong's family heard this, they all felt inexplicably shocked.

"This poem is simply very well written!" Even if Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang are mostly illiterate, they can feel the beauty of this poem, and they can feel the charm of the words, which is so thrilling, and I can't help but exclaim from the heart.

As soon as I heard this poem, I knew that the beauty in the poem was as beautiful as a fairy and had an extraordinary temperament. Although the words are simple and unpretentious, they are noble and cannot be forced. makes people feel ashamed of that beauty.

feels that she is not worthy of that beauty, that beauty is unique in the world, and it seems that no one is worthy of her.

"Such a good sentence is definitely not something that we illiterate people can come up with!"

"Mr. Qin's knowledge is really countless grades higher than those of us rough people, and he doesn't even belong to the same world. The difference between us and him is like the difference between an ordinary person and an immortal cultivator. The couple thought in their hearts, "Compared with Mr. Qin, those young people from ten miles and eight towns are simply pheasants than phoenixes, and horses are better than unicorns." ”

"Rong'er is willing to wait for him, it's worth it!"

"One look at the city, and then the country. Huang Yirong had a shy face and said, "Where am I worthy of such a sentence?"

Such a poem really can't be written on Rong'er's lantern. The uncle smoked a bag of cigarettes heavily and said, "If it is picked up by those young descendants, they all think that Rong'er is really so beautiful, and the person who proposes marriage will indeed step through the threshold of my family." ”

And boasting so much about her daughter's beauty, and praising it is outrageous, it's so embarrassing that the neighbors will laugh when they know it. The eldest lady said.

"Okay, then I won't write this one. Qin Yifan said, "However, you can write another poem on it that prays for good luck and good weather." ”

"That's great! Brother Qin, help me write. Huang Yirong said.

Qin Yifan was not polite to this family, anyway, he was the most knowledgeable one among the people present. Immediately picked up the pen and wrote on the lantern.

Build bridges and repair roads with the edge, as a mountain and river land.

Offering to the earth contains spirits, and may the emperor be eternal.

The wind and rain are always smooth, and the folk songs and dances are carried out every day.

is all because of his naivety and will never enter his door.

"Build bridges and roads, follow the edge, and be a ...... of mountains and rivers and lands" Huang Yirong tilted her head and looked at it, while reading it out to her parents.

This is the real poem of blessing. After listening, Uncle Huang said, "The wind and rain are smooth, and the meaning of singing and dancing every day is too good." Moreover, there seem to be gods inside. It is estimated that the nearby gods will love this poem and bless us. ”

"With this poem, my Rong'er doesn't have to worry about not being able to get married, so there's no need to write praise for her daughter. The eldest lady also said.

"It's really a blessing to Mr. Toqin. The uncle said, "In the past, we wouldn't have been able to write, let alone write poetry, and at most we would only embroider a few flowers on it." And people from all over the country, it is estimated that there are very few people who can write poems on lanterns. ”

"Our family has also become a learned family. When I took it out and released it on the night of the Lantern Festival, I also had a lot of face. ”

"Who told us to have a good neighbor?" said the eldest lady.

"Brother Qin, it is estimated that Xiaomei has already bought the materials for making lanterns, and I will make them with you. Huang Yirong said.

"Okay!" Qin Yifan said happily.

Although his carpentry skills are also in the realm of harmony between nature and man, there is a difference between carpentry and making lanterns. The most important thing to make lanterns is to be skillful, a lot of silk threads are tied up, and a lot of paper-thin pieces must be completed by the girl's small hands.

And also embroider all kinds of beautiful patterns on the mask of the lantern. Embroidery is not an area that Qin Yifan is good at.

......

Zhongzhou Imperial City.

"Xuan, the barbarian envoy goes to the palace. A duck-like voice roared, and the sound resounded throughout the palace hall.

Above the court. Prince Ji Tianxing was wearing an apricot yellow five-clawed golden dragon robe. There were only four golden dragons, five fewer than Emperor Wu. He wears a tiara on his head and a gold and jade belt around his waist. Although he is young, he has a supreme majesty and the momentum of dominating the world.

Dozens of civil and military ministers, standing on both sides, rigorous and solemn.

"Xuan!" the prince waved his hand.

After a while, four barbarian envoys walked up to the hall covered with a red carpet with a few retinues. One of them was dressed in glazed robes, with several pigtails combed on their heads and inlaid with floral ornaments. The left ear has a big earring, the robe is loose and brightly colored, and the high nose and deep eyes are obviously different from the Daxia people.

The crowd all collapsed their scimitars, and their expressions were very arrogant when they walked up to the main hall. The four people are the royal family of the Immortal Barbarian, the Sun Barbarian, the Red Dragon Barbarian, and the Flying Eagle Barbarian.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave the barbarian envoys a sword to the palace, and if they do not enter the court, they will not be famous!" shouted the big eunuch next to him.

One of them, the prince of the Flying Eagle Barbarian, Gu Lihu, heard this, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, they had already brought swords to the palace, and the prince actually said that they would be given swords to go to the palace, isn't this putting gold on their faces?

Guli Fox's mother used to be a princess and learned a lot of Daxia culture from her. And the rest of the people didn't know much about Xia culture, so they didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all, and they didn't even know what to say, so they only knew some simple Daxia language.

After hearing this, the crowd neither thanked nor saluted the prince, and looked at the layout of the palace with wide eyes.

"The bold barbarian envoy, when you see my prince of Great Xia, you dare not pay homage?" is really rude!" an old minister who came out on the left shouted angrily at several people. This old minister is the imperial history of the current dynasty, named Sima Wuyi, and is known for his upright temperament.