Chapter 21 On the painting, poetry will be a storm! On

With Wang Su's smile, the appearance of a beautiful girl is obviously inconsistent with the usual heroic and unruly image. It is less masculine and more naive of a girl.

After laughing, he seemed to realize that he had lost his temper. Wang Su restrained his smiling face and turned around and left. As Lao Fan respectfully sent Wang Su away, he looked at the soft arc still remaining at the corners of Wang Su's mouth. Lao Fan has been in the Wang family for many years. He watched Wang Su grow up, and even this manly young lady has always been strong on the outside and soft on the inside, but it was also the first time to see such a young girl's posture.

Song Yi was still dealing with the old horse, and screams came from time to time.

Lao Fan looked back at Song Yi's miserable situation, and a flash of fine light flashed in his turbid eyes.

Ning Shishi was more or less frustrated. He entrusted Jiangcheng, who had a good relationship with Wang Su, to invite the family member of the Wang family to participate in a poetry meeting. It was originally a humble act of a virtuous subordinate, but who knew that Jiangcheng brought a message of rejection with a strange face. There is loss, but more is still curious.

There are many events in spring and autumn, which does not refer to the spring and autumn period, but to the spring and autumn period. Spring and autumn are probably the favorite seasons of literati. Most literati will hurt the spring and autumn, and then there will be all kinds of poems handed down from generation to generation.

This autumn, before the selection of Hua Kui, there will be a poem on the Tianzihao painting on the bank of the Liang River. Of course, it is also for the selection of Hua Kui. In terms of Wenwanqin and chess, Du Qingyan in the Mingyue Building was originally a well-deserved leader of Bianzhou; in terms of smooth calligraphy and painting, Ning Shishi's Juantou Xiaokai is gorgeous in Bianzhou; but when it comes to gorgeous poems, songs and dances, the yellow warbler Mantingfang can be enchanting and touching the world.

Tianzihao painted a famous fate. The width of the painting is four to six feet, and the carved beams are like a mansion, and the exquisite decoration is engraved with the poems and songs of many celebrities. Today, Dou Langya, the second son of Zhizhou, can be the host, so Dou Wei has the opportunity to show off his prestige and invite Ning Shishi to exchange and appreciate each other. In fact, Dou Langya, as the host, invited the Huang Ying girl who was full of Fang, and it was also for the purpose of the Huang Ying girl. Others had already known that. Of course, Ning Shishi also knows about this.

But Ning Shishi has his own plan. Now Du Qingyan has disappeared in the three buildings of Bianzhou City, so only he and Huang Ying have the greatest chance of winning. I heard that there has recently been a delicate little girl in the flower workshop in the city who is as soft and can dance with cartilage. She is famous, but Ning Shishi estimated that the signboard of the flower workshop is not even qualified to shake the bright moon. Therefore, the only opponent in her eyes is the yellow warbler.

Dou Langya invited Huang Ying, and Dou Wei invited himself. If he didn't go, I'm afraid he would lose an opportunity to show his face, and he was also suspected of being secretly timid. Therefore, Ning Shishi still decided to go to the painting boat and Huang Ying to live together. Even if the yellow warbler is the protagonist, so what, after all, the only one who appreciates the yellow warbler is Dou Langya, the host of this painting boat today. Perhaps with his own talent and beauty, he may not be able to gain some popularity.

In the brothel, if there are no bones left if you don't want to be eaten, that shrewd mind is indispensable. Obviously, Ning Shishi's mind is quite shrewd and smooth. The only thing that makes her a little frustrated is that she wanted to invite the mysterious talent named Song Yi to help herself and win some applause in this occasion. Who knows? That family would refuse himself.

On the painting, there are laughter and laughter, beauty is like jade, there is a rouge fragrance of wine, and there are beautiful songs and dances to help poetry. How colorful the flowers are, it is lively.

Song Yi is arrogant in front of Lao Fan at this moment. He is an old ugly horse who seems to be a little discouraged.

"Lao Fan! See, this animal has been tamed by me after all. Now it's time for you to teach me equestrian, right? Song Yi's face was blue and swollen, but his expression was rosy.

Lao Fan looked at the condescending Song Yi's face and laughed, "Xiao Song, haven't you learned to ride a horse? What else do you want to teach me?"

Song Yi was slightly stunned, and then said dissatisfiedly, "Lao Fan, don't you keep your word? I'm just taming this old and ugly old horse. What does this have to do with equestrianism? Don't think that I don't even need a saddle and a horseback, and you didn't teach me the skills of driving a carriage!"

After listening to Song Yi's resentful and dissatisfied protest, Lao Fan motioned to Song Yi to come down.

Song Yi jumped off the horse suspiciously.

"Do you know now? What are the essentials for riding a horse steadily no matter how bumpy it is?" Old Fan asked.

Song Yi pondered for a moment and then replied, "Tame it and make it obedient; keep your body posture and lean forward slightly when the horse is running, so that it can be stabilized without being bumped. And... And don't let it be full!"

After Song Yi finished speaking, Lao Fan shook his head disapprovingly and said, "What you just said is the real horse riding skills, which is still far from equestrianism. Real equestrianism, taming it from time to time, but communicating with it. As the saying goes, the old horse knows the way, and the horse is a spiritual beast. If you want to have a good communication and relationship with the horse, you must know the horse's habits and its mind, and let it get used to your mind. Only in this way can you truly master the equestrian. Do you know why ancient famous generals have always had mounts that accompany their lifelong military career? Once the mount died, the general also cried. It's because a good horse is hard to find, and a good horse that can communicate with you for decades is even more lost!"

Speaking of equestrian, Lao Fan had a solemn attitude. Song Yi listened with relish and had some feelings in his heart. Then he smiled at Lao Fan and said, "Hey hey! Lao Fan, you've said so much. Why don't you give a demonstration? Let me see what's called equestrian?

"I'm old and can't run anymore. Even the horse will dislike me." Old Fan sighed, and the traces of vicissitudes between the dark colors were deep.

"Just let me open my eyes. At worst, I'll wash your horse's buttocks a few more times in the future!" Song Yi patted the horse and said.

"Real?" Lao Fan swept away the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and the light suddenly appeared.

"A good man says a word, and the whole horse in the horse ring is hard to catch!" Song Yi patted his chest with a smile. Then he saw Lao Fan hesitated and asked, "Which horse do you want me to ride?"

Song Yi originally wanted Lao Fan to go to the strongest and strongest dark horse without a saddle in the horse riding circle, but when he thought that Lao Fan had been watching him fall and laughing secretly during this period, he suddenly came up and pointed to the old horse beside him and said, "This is it!"

Lao Fan looked at Song Yi playfully, and then began to remove tools such as saddle stir-up and mouth cover on the ugly horse. Song Yi looked at Lao Fan with a serious look in surprise.

After a while, the old horse was like a wild horse and lost all its shackles.

Song Yi saw Lao Fan touch Lao Ma's ugly dysentery, and then gently stroked Lao Ma's chin, straightening out the mane that had been covered by tools, and then got on the horse in a posture that stunned Song Yi.

He is old, but his figure shows a handsome and rich posture.

Song Yi secretly praised that it was much better than pulling the saddle on the horse's back.

"Wo!!" Suddenly, I heard Lao Fan suddenly shouting out.

Song Yi suddenly widened his eyes, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The old horse, who had been absent-minded before, rushed out like a sharp arrow off the string under the shout of Lao Fan. The horse's hoofs flew, and the sound of the horse's hoofs came quickly like raindrops.

The old horse is galloping like a cloud, but the elderly old Fan is like a vigorous man. He lowers his body and leans forward slightly like a tiger and leopard lurking peeping in front of him, with courage and unrestrained momentum.

Song Yi cheered loudly and watched Lao Fan do all kinds of movements on the back of the old horse that had lost all the constraints and ran wildly. Unexpectedly, he occasionally got off the horse sideways. His hands just climbed on the back of the horse, and then shook his body and suddenly jumped on the back of the horse.

It's done in one go, unrestrained and unrestrained.

The old man's ambition is thousands of miles away, and the martyr's heart is strong in his old age. Song Yi finally saw such a shocking scene, and he was secretly determined that he must learn such a handsome equestrian with Lao Fan.

"What?! Is Lao Fan teaching you horsemanship in person? I don't know when Wang Su appeared on his side in a scholar's costume, and his eyes looked at the old Fan of the horse and asked Song Yi with a surprised light.

Lao Fan saw Wang Su coming from afar. He had already slowed down the speed of the horse and rushed this way.

"Yes, Lao Fan is really hidden! Is the young lady here to ride a horse?" Song Yi said in his eyes, and then asked Wang Su.

"No, I'm here to see you. Come with me to the poetry painting party." Wang Su shook his head and said.

"Did you refuse the teacher's invitation from time to time last time? Why do you still want to go?" Song Yi looked a little reluctant. With the blue nose and swollen face on his face, his unlucky appearance almost made Wang Su laugh again.

Wang Su suppressed her smile and habitually said, "Last time someone invited you, you refused!" But this time I'm going to participate. As my nurse, you can go with me. Do you dare to refuse?

"I dare not!" Song Yi replied.

"That's almost the same. Go and change your clothes. We'll go now." After saying that, Wang Su turned his head and left. Then he turned his head and smiled proudly at the corners of his mouth!

Song Yi changed into a pure plain dress, followed Wang Su to the bank of the Liang River, and walked towards the largest painting boat. The sound of laughter and song and dance floated far away. Song Yi couldn't help but be curious about the colorful paintings on the banks of the Liang River with lanterns in the daytime. Is this the same as the Qinhuai River known in his previous life?

The closer to the largest painting boat, the woman's laughter and the sound of talented people's poems became clearer and clearer. Song Yi suddenly thought that Zhao Jianzhi would also be on the boat?