Chapter 110 The upcoming Taochuan Poetry Club (seeking read)

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Nympho

When the cup broke, the original lively warm pavilion suddenly became silent.

Everyone is immersed in the artistic conception of the poetry.

Outside the window, the star Han was brilliant. On the endless sky, hanging the Xinghe as if it was the word, and made a footnote.

The handsome student was stunned in place, and suddenly lost his mind. In his mind, he echoed the words and sentences over and over again.

In the room, the guests who originally watched the drama were also stunned, repeating the words of Fangcai:

"Fiber Clouds, Flying Star Hate ... Yinhan is dark."

"Jinfeng Yulu met with each other, but there were countless people ... This ..." Before that, the rich middle -aged man looked at the wine glass on the ground.

With an incredible gaze, look at Qi Ping, the focus of the field.

"The best thing is the last sentence ..."

During the meeting, a scholar stood up excitedly, opened his arms, chanting with emotion:

"If the two feelings are long for a long time, how can it be in the dynasty ... Miao, this sentence is very wonderful, it can be called the Qixi Xixi quatrains!"

The "quatrack" here refers to the subject matter, but enough to spread the sentence of future generations.

"yes."

"I can smell these poems, when it is a big white!"

Most of them sitting here, there are some ink in the stomach.

After all, Lin Miaomiao is no longer picking up the guests. At this time, it is more people of elegant and elegant.

The aesthetic level is not low, which is so amazing.

If this poem is said to the Zhenfu Menmen, most of the school captains will probably only like friendship and shout, but you can't taste good or bad at all ...

"This son is a big talent, dare to ask his name? Where is he promoted to learn?" The long scholar stared at him.

Qi Ping showed him uncomfortable, and he said:

"Brother Taiwan is polite, not to be calm, not a scholar, work in the court."

The book was froze, and only felt that the name was familiar, and suddenly surprised:

"Qi Ping ... but the author of" Dingxi "and" Bamboo Stone "?"

Qi Ping's cheeky face: "It is a clumsy work."

Wow -the words fall, there is an uproar in the field.

At this moment, not only those guests are a few students from Guozijian, they are also shocked.

It should be noted that under the tireless promotion of Mr. Liu, these two poems have recently spread throughout the Kyoto Poetry Association.

His author "Qi Ping" has also been paid attention to many literati, but he doesn't know much. He only thinks that it is the disciple of the academy.

I don't want to meet here.

"It turned out to be the author of" Dingxi ", disappointed and disrespectful." Someone arched.

"Family teacher once said that" Bamboo and Stone "is an incentive quatrack of bamboo.

A few people who do not know the inside are also asking others.

For a while, the whole warm pavilion was like a market. Even Lin Miao Miao, no one paid attention.

Next to, Pei Shaoqing and Zhou Fang were completely stupid. I didn't understand what happened. How can the little brother (colleague) around him have such a great reputation?

Qi Ping helplessly worshiped the people, and then looked at the students of the country's prisoners, mild:

"Can you compare it?"

At this moment, several students have different expressions. Some people are amazed, some admire, and some people are ashamed ... the head of the person who headed with a bitter smile:

"It's not comparable, it's better, I'll wait for the defeat."

If you continue to support it, you have to humiliate yourself.

Earlier, the sarcasm's face was red and white, and he dull:

"The son is the author of the storm, why not say it early?"

As an orthodox book, he looked down on the martial arts in his heart, so he talked to Zhou Fang, but he admired the real talented scholar.

Qi Ping helplessly, arming:

"Don't see the strange positions. My elder brother seizes my two brothers today. I am not targeting you. I was unwilling to participate, but ..."

He smiled apologize:

"Everything comes first, and you can get a seat first, and I wait for the truth that there is no contention. Then the" Fighting ', the power of the game, the so -called winning or losing, just laughing, you can take a seat.

He's. "

In the heart, Qi Ping was unwilling to do so, but the situation was forced and had to deal with it.

Otherwise, he wrote poetry, and sooner or later he would be passed to the gate. At the time of Jie, his colleagues recalled today ... Qi Ping has poetry, but sitting ignores it, and it is easy to have a gap.

Today, I won Wen Dou, and then left, but it seemed to have a demeanor.

Sure enough, when he heard this, a few uncomfortable smoke disappeared in the hearts of several students.

The student with a person who was in Tsing Yi laughed:

"Brother Qi is bad in this statement, my generation of scholars, willing to gamble, since I should have a trial, there is no reason to regret it."

"That's it."

"Brother Qi, please sit up, I will resign when I wait." The rest of the students echoed.

Ah ... how are you so embarrassed, Qi Ping couldn't refuse, so he had to go down.

The names of mutual communication with each other, then they know that the students headed by them are called "He Shi'an".

"He Shi'an? Dare to ask his son to have something to do with He Shangshu?" Pei Shaoqing finally came back and asked curiously.

He Shi'an laughed: "That's my grandfather."

"It turns out!" Pei Shaoqing suddenly, when he saw Qi Ping doubt, he whispered:

"He Shangshu is the head of the Ministry of Li."

Ministry of Rites?

Therefore, this little student is the grandson of the Ministry of Li Shangshu? Qi Ping Yang Yang.

The heart is indeed Kyoto. You can encounter the top three generations of top officials when you visit a kiln.

Nympho

He Shi'an and his party left by the boat, looking for another place.

In the Golden Wind Nuan Pavilion, the three replaced them.

Hua Kui Fuqin, dancing danced danced, reunited again.

Zhou Fang waved his hand and threw out the money bag of the drums.

The high -end green building of Liang Guo must pay the "flower tea fee", order wine to eat, and also charge it. If the specifications are full and fun, hundreds of two silver can't be hit.

It can be described as "selling gold caves".

Jinfeng Tower is not so expensive. It is still within the scope of Lao Zhou.

"Brother Qi, I didn't expect that you still have such the ability to win the country's prison." Zhou Fang admired.

"Fortunately, lucky."

"Brother Qi, you have never told me in the past. In the poem, it is so powerful." Pei Shaoqing envious.

"Okay and okay."

Qi Ping eats vegetables, and you don't have to do anything else, but you must not eat it back.

Several people eat and talk, and sometimes talk to the rest of the guests.

After three patrols, the dishes were over five flavors, and the singing and dancing also changed a few rounds.

The guests got up and resigned, Qi Ping saw this, and left, but suddenly, was called by a niece:

"Master Qi waits, my lady has, please."

... What Lin Miaomiao was looking for me, Qi Ping thought about it, nodded, and let the two colleagues go first. He followed the niece and went to the second floor.

The rest of the guests eloquent:

"Isn't Miao Miao girl who do not pick up the guests? How can he invite him to go upstairs?"

"Xu is to admire the talents of Qi Qi."
To be continued...