Qin Huairou nodded: "Yes, there are many. The Great Zhou Dynasty respected poetry and prose, almost from young children. Everyone is proud of their good handwriting and a good poem."

"Poems written by many famous people can even sell for sky-high prices!"

A gleam flashed in Zhou Jian's eyes. Three hundred poems from the Tang Dynasty, no need to use them. He hugged her legs tightly and said, "Huairou, I plan to write poems secretly and sell them for money!"

Qin Huairou suspected that she had heard wrongly. His Majesty writes poems and still sells them for money?

"This... Your Majesty, only good poems can be bought at a high price..." She hesitated to speak.

Zhou Jian immediately understood that his wife did not believe in him.

Damn, even though I was a special forces soldier in my previous life, I also went to college and could still memorize one or two hundred poems.

"Just tell me, if an eternal poem were to be published and sold to rich people, would they be willing to buy it at a high price?!"

Qin Huairou's face became more and more weird, and she was like a poem from the ages. She really didn't want to embarrass her husband, so she said.

"It can be sold at a high price, but many people can't write it themselves, so they buy other people's poems to gain a reputation or prepare for an official career."

"Your Majesty, you don't want to buy poems and sell them again to make the difference, right?"

Zhou Jian stared: "Why buy other people's poems? I write them myself!"

"Huairou, I'm not bragging to you. The poems I wrote can make the most awesome poets in the Zhou Dynasty so embarrassed that they blush with embarrassment!"

Qin Huairou's face was as red as blood and she was scared and said: "Your Majesty, do you want to write Nineteen Touches?"

Nineteen Touches, as we all know, Zhou Jian's famous poem at the age of 20, once it was published, it directly became synonymous with obscenity!

His head was covered with black lines, and he said angrily: "What I want to write is poetry, serious poetry! This will make literary people so embarrassed and angry that they will never dare to write poetry again!"

Qin Huairou was frightened and said quickly: "Yes, yes, your Majesty, don't be angry, I believe you, I will grind it for you."

She stood up with a gentle and careful look in her eyes, as if she was saying you are my man, I will obey you, and I will accept your bad wishes.

Grass!

Zhou Jian cursed in his heart, I must change my image, even my own woman doesn’t believe it, what’s the point?

Soon, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready.

"Huairou, I think, you will write the pen." Zhou Jian stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, looking a bit like a literary giant.

"Yes." Qin Huairou cried in her heart. It was really embarrassing for her as a woman to write such things, but she had no choice. Not to mention that the emperor's order could not be violated, she did not dare to disobey even her husband's words.

To this day, she still doesn't think Zhou Jian can write any poems that can be sold for money.

Zhou Jian pondered for a moment and left Brother Li Bai's poem untouched for the time being, otherwise it would be a bit too bullying.

"The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the guesthouses are green and green." He suddenly blurted out with a flash of inspiration.

For a moment, Qin Huairou's beautiful eyes widened and she was a little shocked. This couplet was neat and artistic, but it came from His Majesty's mouth?

She was stunned for a moment, then wrote.

Zhou Jian read again: "I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

Snapped!

The brush fell out of my hand and fell to the ground.

Qin Huairou's red lips opened wide and she looked at him in horror, disbelief!

This poem can be called a masterpiece. This is no longer a matter of neatness. Once this poem is published, the literary world of the Zhou Dynasty will tremble! Your Majesty still has such literary talent?

Zhou Jian smiled proudly: "Write."

Qin Huairou swallowed a mouthful of perfume and stammered: "Your Majesty, did you do this and this?"

"What else?" Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows, without the slightest sense of shame for plagiarism. It's not the same world anyway, and said arrogantly: "I didn't write poetry before, I just wanted to keep a low profile."

"Now I'm showing off my cards, I won't pretend anymore!"

"I have unparalleled talent!" He laughed heartily.

Qin Huairou's heart was beating so fast that she couldn't even hold the pen steady. She was completely shocked by Wang Wei's eternal poem to bid farewell to a friend!

Especially the last two sentences, the finishing touch, can be called everyone!

"By the way, Your Majesty, where is the title of the poem?" She looked up like a little girl, full of admiration.

Suddenly, Zhou Jian was embarrassed because he couldn't remember the name of the poem: "Ahem, that's not important. Let the buyers pick the title of the poem so that they have a sense of participation. I don't care about that."

Qin Huairou nodded: "Yeah!"

"Your Majesty, do you still have it?"

"Of course, I have a huge inspiration today!"

"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river..."

"..."

There are fifty-three poems in a row, which are classics and can be described as masterpieces.

Although there are no masterpieces like Li Bai's great poems, they can definitely be sold for a sky-high price! In this era, many people want a poem to become famous all over the world.

Qin Huairou has written to the point of numbness, her heart is shaken, she doesn't recognize Zhou Jian at all, her big eyes are full of surprise!

These poems can really put literary giants to shame. They are so well written that each one of them can crush the literary world of the Zhou Dynasty today. Is this really your Majesty?!

"Huairou, there is one last song." Zhou Jian said, looking at her graceful back, suddenly affectionate.

Qin Huairou quickly took out a new piece of rice paper and picked up a pen. Her long eyelashes fluttered, which was extremely charming. She was so excited and proud because of Zhou Jian's literary level!

Zhou Jian thought: "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River."

"I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together."

"When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?"

"I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you."

As soon as the words fell and the pen fell, Qin Huairou's tears also fell and stained the rice paper. She was deeply touched and even said: "What a touching poem. I really hope that the couple in the poem can stay together for a lifetime!"

"I like this poem so much. Your Majesty's literary talent is as high as the sky!"

Zhou Jian hugged her from behind: "Huairou, this poem is not for sale, I gave it to you."

She turned around suddenly, her face was filled with tears, and she swallowed: "Is it true? Your Majesty wrote this to your concubine?"

"Of course!" Zhou Jian nodded.

Qin Huairou burst into tears. It was so simple to move an ancient woman. She threw herself into Zhou Jian's arms and said firmly: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will stay with Your Majesty for the rest of my life and never be separated, just like what is written in the poem!"

Zhou Jian smiled and kept patting her jade back with his big hands. Having a wife like this is really a blessing that has been burning for eight lifetimes!

a long time.

She just broke away from the artistic conception of the poem and carefully hid the poem in her chest. After all, it was His Majesty's love poem, and she felt like she had found a treasure.

"Huairou, do you think these poems can be sold for five hundred thousand taels?" Zhou Jian suddenly asked, his heart pounding.

"It's difficult..." Qin Huairou smiled bitterly: "And it's not an ordinary difficulty. There was a talented girl named Shangguan Wan'er in Tianque Academy who wrote an ode to autumn, which was the best in poetry and sold for fifty thousand taels, but... that's all

The ridiculous things that dandy boys did for Pomeranian Yixiao."
Chapter completed!