Chapter 16 Sitting and sleeping, Jiading was originally Tanhualang? Next

On the white paper in front of Wang Su, the two distinct fonts are shocking!

There is no brand name for the two poems. The first one is long, so you can see the first sentence clearly, which is already shocking.

Ask what the world is, and directly teach life and death.

There are double flyers from all over the world, and the old wings have been cold and hot for several times.

Joyful and bitter parting, there are even more crazy children.

You should have words, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only to whom does the shadow go.

Across Fen Road, the lonely flute drum in those years, the barren smoke is still calm.

What's the matter? The mountain ghosts are secretly snoring.

Heaven is also jealous, but I don't believe it. The warbler swallows are all in the loess.

For thousands of years, in order to stay for coquettish people, I sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Everyone is waiting to see clearly the wordless brand name of the first thin gold body, which is shocking, especially the delicate girl Wang Su, who was in a trance for a moment. She watched Song Yi write this word, so even if she didn't know where Fenlu Yanqiu was, she still felt a deep shock. Wang Su thought that Song Yi had this word because he remembered Du Qingyan.

The second word also has no brand name, but everyone knows at a glance that the second one is a broken willow.

Willows turn into silk and climb to spring.

The leaves are dense and the birds are in the way, and the wind is light and the flowers fall late.

The city is tall and short, and the forest is empty and the corner is sad.

There is no other intention in the song, and it is for lovesickness.

Qingshan Shizi Jiangcheng, the delicate daughter Wang Su, the arrogant young master Dou Congyi, the rest of the talented men on the court and several young girls in the brothel who accompanied them to drink and have fun. At this moment, they all stared at the white paper in front of Wang Su and did not say anything.

Even the breath was clearly audible, and it was silent for a moment.

At this time, Song Yi walked on the bustling long street of the night market. He didn't know how those people would react when they saw the two poems that he plagiarized from the ancients. He only remembered that he did not have these two words when Du Qingyan's Xiaoyanju read the group of books. But he was afraid that he would miss it, so he deliberately plagiarized two songs to prevent Wang Su from coming to the stage. In addition, because I remembered the affectionate Du Qingyan, I naturally thought of Yuan Haowen's popular fisherman, and subconsciously wrote down the word that I liked very much. He didn't know what the consequences would be, so he didn't inscribed the name or sign it.

This is not your own thing!

Through the bustling long street, there are bright lanterns hanging high on both sides of the road. In this era, this city is already comparable to the city that does not sleep in the previous life, and people who are having fun at night are even more daytime. Song Yi returned to the bed allocated by his Ding Xiaoyuan and fell asleep quickly. After chopping firewood and feeding horses during the day, he was already very tired. What's more, he deliberately went to Zhaofumen for a few rounds and accompanied Wang Su to the noisy brothel.

Song Yi fell asleep, but I'm afraid the whole Xiaofan Building is making a fuss at this moment. The two wordless words not only shocked Wang Su, Jiang Cheng and others, but also couldn't wait to give it to the teacher girl after a few people were full of incredible expressions and carefully circulated and tasted for a few times. The words were sent over. After a while, the bright woman in a bright red wide-sleeved shirt appeared excitedly in the elegant room where Wang Su and others were.

"Which prince made such a good word? It's a great honor for the teacher to have the honor to make friends with such a talented man today!" Wearing a bright red gown, a short-sleeved lake green top inside, and Ning Shishi, wearing a lavender long skirt, asked with a smile, and two beautiful pear vortexes appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Everyone really fell in love with it, and even Wang Su had to feel that this Ning Shishi was really good-looking. I just heard that Ning Shishi was about to see the author who made this word as soon as he opened his mouth. Suddenly, Jiang Cheng and others turned their eyes to Wang Su.

Master Ning's eyes are so clever. When he saw everyone's expressions, he subconsciously looked at Wang Su, who was dressed in men's clothing, and asked suspiciously, "This young man's face is so tender that he can make such a wonderful good word. I really admire him."

Everyone looked strange.

Wang Su's face was slightly embarrassed and quickly grabbed Master Ning and was about to bend down and bow. He said in a panic, "Don't worry, teacher. I didn't make this word."

Ning Shishi glanced at the circle of people on the field in surprise and asked confusedly, "Who is that?"

"The person who wrote the lyrics has left. He is a family member in my house." Wang Su said with a strange face.

Ning Shishi's clear eyes widened and exclaimed in disbelief, and said doubtfully, "Master? Is there such a talented family in the world? The style of the two words is completely different, but the two capitals can be passed down from generation to generation. Is the prince taking a good job of the teacher?

"Jiangcheng can testify that those two nounless songs are indeed the king... A man in the prince's house!" Jiang Cheng, who was young and handsome, said slightly at this time, although his heart was still ups and downs at this moment.

"Is there really such a family? I don't know why Mr. Wang's mansion can attract such a talented man as a family member. Ning Shishi knew that this word was not written by anyone on the stage. He was slightly disappointed because he could not see the author, but his tone was a little regretful.

"He is a lover in our house. To be honest, he is the one who is called Tanhualang in Mingyue Building." Wang Su looked strange, but she subconsciously said proudly that she could have such a majestic talent to be a man, but she was wise and knowledgeable. How could she not make her proud?

Ning Shishi's bright eyes lit up and suddenly realized, "Is it really that Mr. Song Yi? When did he go to your house to become a houseman?

"Well, I can't tell you. Anyway, he is the family of my family now!" Wang Su refused to answer the process of how Song Yi entered the Wang family, and his tone returned to a delicate and rude tone. At this moment, she was a little worried. Although the talented man was good, she was afraid that he would not stay in the Wang family for a long time after all. Did she have to find a way to keep him?

This night, through the mouth of Xiaofan Lou Ning's teacher, the name of the romantic talent Tanhualang Song Yi was broadcast again, which spread in the ears of more scholars and scholars.

At this moment, Song Yi fell into a horrible dream. Du Qingyan, who was covered with blood in the dream, asked himself why he abandoned her and why he said that he would marry Zhao Jianzhi. She said that she was very sad. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and her hands were full of blood, smeared a delicate face. It's full of scarlet blood, which is scary.

"It's not like this... That's not the case!" Song Yi exclaimed and sat up to find that he had a nightmare again. Reaching out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he looked out of the window. The moon was cold and silent. How could he see the shadow of Du Qingyan?

Song Yi sighed, and simply got up and walked out of the room in his coat. He sat on the stone steps at the door, facing the cold moon, listening to the sound of insects and grass, and quietly thinking about his future.

Before long, he sat on the stone steps at the door and fell asleep again.