Snow paper, bluestone inkstone, paperweight, plus a tube of wolf neatly spread on the platform case.

"Qin Gongzi, please!" After placing the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Xiaomei put a piece of fragrant ink in front of Qin Chao and retreated to the back.

Qin Chao's body is straight, and he is now in his bones, and his every move is natural, but when he writes, he pays more attention to the body, the pen, and the heart.

"Huh?" Xiaomei and Xiaohe's eyes lit up.

Guo Yuanyuan's eyes were also full of brilliance, and only then did she notice that the appearance of the young man in front of her was very delicate, and his temperament was more kind and natural, as if he was not vulgar, this feeling she had only seen in some beautiful children who were born beautiful.

"Rustle~~"

The movements of the Qin Dynasty Yanmo are also elegant and generous.

"What a beautiful boy!" Guo Yuanyuan didn't know what to think of, a hint of red appeared behind her ears, she lowered her gaze and didn't dare to look at it anymore, and moved her attention to the paper.

Moment.

"It's a pity to stop the morality, and it's pitiful to ......"

The wolf soaked in thick ink gently fell into the paper, flicking it across the graceful curves.

"Ahh

Guo Yuanyuan, Xiaomei, and Xiaohe didn't pay attention to the poems, and they were immediately attracted by the ink characters on the snow paper.

The Qin Dynasty was in a hazy state, and had no intention of writing a book, but the way of heaven and earth was like this, Wang Xizhi's Lanting gathering, slightly drunk, with a sense of comfort in his heart to write the first line of books in the world that has been passed down through the ages, and no one can reach its height. Yan Zhenqing is a regular script master, and he only writes regular script in his life, but his nephew died in An Lushan's rebellion, and he wrote "Sacrifice to Nephew" under his grief and indignation, and he has the second line of books in the world.

Wake up and don't read again.

Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing had no intention of writing a book, but succeeded.

Now.

With the Qin Dynasty paper dragon snake, one by one fresh ink words jumped out, obviously because it was too perfect and tended to be old-fashioned, but it was written by the Qin Dynasty like a noble son dancing sword, graceful and handsome, and his spirit was flying.

If such a word is just read by an ordinary person, it may just be praised and written well.

can be regarded as a person in the same cultural circle, and a person in the room who also specializes in the way of calligraphy.

"I won the penmanship of the Jin and Tang Dynasties, but I took the law from the top. ”

"It is completely different from the style of Su, Huang and Mi, and it can be said that it really captures the brushwork of the ancients, so as to go deeper, you can chase the two kings......"

"Without thirty years of skill, it is impossible to write such a vivid, vivid and flying character, and the most important thing is this font ......"

Guo Yuanyuan's eyes were full of brilliance, Xiaomei and Xiaohe, who retreated into the distance, had come to the front of the case at some point, their faces were red and looking at the ink characters one by one, Shen Mengxi's eyes were both surprised and puzzled, he had not seen the ink of the Qin Dynasty, but today's level is not many times higher than before.

"The capital is a good marriage of gold and jade, and I only think of the former alliance ...... wood and stone"

After waking up from calligraphy, the four of them naturally looked at the words on the paper, and at this glance, their hearts were pounding.

"The sky is facing the snow, and the mountain Coats is crystal snowy. ”

"I will never forget, the lonely forest of the fairy outside the world. ”

......

A sentence of fresh and fluent, tranquil and natural words, just like a person is facing the sky, towards the ground, facing the world is uneven, talking about his own experience, the kind of words that are obviously ordinary oral narration, but also so fresh and natural, like a ghostly axe, what kind of talent is this.

"One is the moon in the water, and the other is the flower in the mirror. ”

"Think about how many tears you can have in your eyes. How can we survive the autumn to the end of winter, and the spring to summer!"

When I wrote this, the Qin Dynasty pen paused slightly, as if I wanted to write again, but I sighed lightly and put the pen down.

"Little Brother Qin, your poem, a song, and a word seem to be completely different contents, but they can be connected together, so that people can see a talented and bleak life, Brother Qin, my brother knows that you are extraordinary, and you must be able to write poetry, but I didn't expect it. Shen Mengxi sighed with great emotion, there are three realms in the realm of poetry and language, the poetry of the Qin Dynasty at this moment is vulgar and elegant, shallow and superficial, and the artistic conception is partial and infinite.

At the real high and profound realm of poetry, Shen Mengxi admires the kind of poems that three-year-old children can understand Bai Juyi.

Bai Juyi and Liu Yong's poems are mostly popular and simple, and even pay attention to slang dialects, but the more simple the words, the higher the requirements for writing poems, not the real master, or years of carving, writing such poems can only be reduced to limericks of laughter.

However.

Shen Mengxi completely guessed that it was impossible for the Qin Dynasty to write these poems for several years in advance, because it was about 'love', and although the Qin Dynasty had wives and 'concubines', it was not very old after all, and it was too busy to carve these.

"Qin Gongzi, your poems are also graceful, but this style is completely different from Liu Sanwan. Xiaomei also said softly, at this moment, Shen Mengxi, Xiaohe, Xiaomei, etc. in this room have not realized another amazing thing at all, the two poems written by the Qin Dynasty "Mistaken Life" and "Vain Eyebrows", rhyme and rhythm have never been seen before.

Obviously, these are two new word plates.

"Looking at the appearance of Little Brother Qin, it seems that he doesn't want to write anymore, why don't you inscribe a gift? And in this poem, the jade belt hangs in the forest, and the golden hairpin is buried in the snow, I don't know who is talking about......" Shen Mengxi said this, and suddenly looked at Guo Yuanyuan in front of him.

Guo Yuanyuan looked at the poems on the paper, her mouth trembled and opened, and her expression was extremely abnormal.

"Miss!" Xiaomei and Xiaohe also noticed that their young lady had never had a gaffe, and even shouted in a low voice.

"It's all pitiful!" Qin Chao looked at the woman opposite, and sighed in his heart, "The twelve golden hairpins of the Dream of Red Mansions are all poor people, and among them, Lin Daiyu is the leader. "I don't know how many women's tears I earned in a dream of Red Mansions in my previous life, and it can be said that many women can't help but shed tears for Sister Lin's bad experience, and Qin Dynasty's "Vain Eyebrows" is about the love process of Lin Daiyu and Baoyu, and this love is always accompanied by pain and injustice, and in the end it is still an illusion.

This song and the tragedy of love with blood and tears are vividly expressed in the lyrics.

What happened to Guo Yuanyuan.

Although she is different from Lin Daiyu, the essence of misfortune is the same, she tried her best to pursue love and wanted to be with her sweetheart Gao Shengtai, but because of her background and secular prejudices, she had to leave.

This naturally resonates.

Coupled with the extraordinary artistic level of this lyric itself, if she was not unmoved, Guo Yuanyuan would not be the first talented woman in Jiangnan back then.

"Huh?"

Qin Chao suddenly saw a tube of green bamboo flutes hanging on the bookcase on the side, so he got up and walked over to get it.

"You, this can't be used. Xiaomei glared and rushed over, and her jade hand stretched out, as fast as lightning, as if she could catch it no matter how Qin Chao hid. "Put it down. Xiaohe also shouted, other things in Guo Yuanyuan's room may be available to the guests, but Xiao, that is Guo Yuanyuan's own blowing, how can a man blow it together?

Qin Chao's figure flashed, and Xiaomei's lightning-fast hand grabbed the air, and at this time, Xiao had already reached Qin Chao's mouth.

"Woo~~"

The voice of complaining sounded.

"Ah, this voice seems to be ......" Xiaomei was stunned when she heard this flute song.

"Will he also Miss Yuanyuan's song just now?" Xiaohe and Shen Mengxi's eyes widened at the moment, it is true that the song played by the Qin Dynasty is exactly the song played by Guo Yuanyuan before, no, there are some differences, but the taste, that is the taste.

And Guo Yuanyuan.

"This song, this young man's ......" Guo Yuanyuan turned her head violently to look at Qin Chao who was playing the flute, with a slight throbbing in her eyes, "I said how could he write this word, this poem, how could he have such eyes, it turned out to be ......"

"Bosom friends are hard to find, and who listens to broken strings. ”

"I, Guo Yuanyuan, have lived in seclusion here for more than ten years, and this song of "The World Is Intolerable" has been blown tens of thousands of times, and countless people have heard it, but others only hear the melodious and tactful inside, and only he ......."

Guo Yuanyuan looked at the young man's clean face, and his heart suddenly pounded for more than ten years.

Intermittently, such as crying and complaining, turning in the room.

"One is Langyuan Immortal ......"

Suddenly, a low singing sound sounded, low and graceful, as soon as it entered the ear, it made people feel as if they had entered a lotus pond full of moonlight, under the flower tree next to the lotus pond, a thin woman walked slowly, the woman frowned, and the wind swayed the willows between walking......

"Miss!"

Looking at Guo Yuanyuan, who was humming, Xiaomei quieted down, and Xiaohe and Shen Mengxi also listened with their eyes slightly closed.

"If you say that there is no fate, I will meet him again in this life......"

Qin Dynasty's flute skills are not high, so he barely passed, but the song "Vain Eyebrows" he played is a famous song in the flute music of his previous life, and the most important thing is that this piece is tailor-made for the words just now, so even if the Qin Dynasty's skills are not high, there is no big problem, not to mention the humming cooperation of Guo Yuanyuan, a real music expert.

Time passes.

"Think about how many tears can be in your eyes, how can you survive autumn to the end of winter, spring to summer!"

The sound of the song has stopped, and when everyone looks at Guo Yuanyuan again, this first talented woman in Jiangnan twenty years ago has tears in her eyes.