Although Yan Bing was very excited after discovering the additional buff of his natural divine power, he became more and more bored after this force.

Because there was really no night entertainment in ancient times.

After an update, there will be a curfew.

He was bored in the house and had nothing to do, so Yan Bing had to hold the newly bought book and start studying it.

However, the ancients' writing styles were obscure and difficult to understand. Yishui's classical Chinese, and she was born in science, and she was basically the first and second to two major classical Chinese. After reading it for a while, her mind was almost burned out, so she simply spread her quilt and was about to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, I can't sleep well...

Because the ancient man's pillow was almost her life...

Lie flat, the back of her head was hanging in the air, and the wood was still diaphragmatic, her neck hurt.

Let's take a sideways, the hard wooden pillow is hard and icy, and her face hurts.

I lay down and stuck my entire throat. I quickly got up, almost suffocating!

Damn it! What a broken thing!! How can I sleep like this!!!

This design is simply anti-human!!!

Yan Bing was so angry that he grabbed the pillow neck and threw it on the wall.

Finally, I thought of a solution.

Get up, put on the clothes first and then again, cross the quilt, fold it into a pillow, and unfold the lower half to cover the body. The clothes are simply not taken off to prevent the shoulder from catching a cold.

To put it simply, it is made into a "7" shape.

Looking at the quilt that just happened to cover my feet, Yan Bing secretly thanked that fortunately I was short enough now...

I finally got to sleep with half a quilt

Yan Bing made up his mind and would go to find Sister Caiyi to sew a pillow the next day.

Early the next morning, due to this strange sleeping position, Yan Bing, who was half-dream and half-awake, was easily woken up by the sound of birds outside the window.

I feel very upset.

I climbed out of bed and moved my already wooden neck for a while, making a rattle.

I walked to the window and opened it. It was just dawn.

There were only three or three pedestrians on the street.

Yan Bing took a deep breath, and a rich fresh air instantly filled her lungs.

Take a deep breath.

Very cool.

Looking into the distance, a ray of light appeared in the sky.

The red clouds in the sky are reflected on the clouds, on the city walls, and on the houses, as if everything in front of you is covered with a layer of red gauze.

Such a beautiful scenery, extremely beautiful.

This gradually calmed down Yan Bing, who was originally very irritable.

I looked at the smoke rising on the street and the city walls silenced.

Yan Bing leaned on his chin in front of the window and began to fantasize about the scene where he could rely on this divine power and knowledge one day to be a hero, dominate the world, and stay without leaving any other way.

The more I think about it, the more exciting it becomes.

The more I think about it, the happier I feel.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden light of inspiration and inspiration came!

Poetry is flourishing.

But where did he, a science student, get the popularity of poetry?

Is it because of the invasion of this ancient atmosphere? Or because of the classical Chinese that I read all night?

Forget it, this doesn't matter.

At this time, she just wanted to show this emotion in the form of "poeia".

After looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, Yan Bing smiled.

When I was a child, my grandfather taught me how to use my calligraphy.

I can pick the pen and grind the ink, and while that inspiration is still there, I immediately pick up the pen and write.

That's it, that's OK.

This sentence doesn't work, please change it again.

This sentence..., so responsive... well!

The ending..., well! That's it.

Come on!

After ten minutes of looking, Yan Bing threw away a few drafts of drawings and finally wrote down the complete poem neatly.

Holding this piece of paper, I read it out without realizing it.

"Ranker"

The willow tree perched in the sunset,

The mist of the dew is used to make the door.

Drinking on the side of spring and winter snow,

Laughing like water in the world.

Looking at his "masterpiece", Yan Bing's face turned slightly red. Unexpectedly, as a science student, he could write poems and essays in a sentence, haha!

"Good poem!"

???

I didn't say this?

"What a poem!"

It turned out to be from next door.

Immediately followed by the sound of rushing footsteps, the sound of opening the door, and the sound of a man.

"Miss, what a poem! I'm going to be abrupt. Please, please, Miss, no! Please, please, sir!"

Yan Bing has a black head.

I just wrote and played with it... Why did I still encounter flattering people?

This door...is not suitable if it is not opened...

But I didn’t sleep well yesterday, and now I must have my hair disheveled.

Just as he thought of this, Yan Bing suddenly gave himself a big mouth.

I shouted at myself in my heart, remember! You are a pure man! So what's wrong with greasy hair and dirty faces? So what's wrong with wearing a colorful skirt! You are a man!!

This is the true nature of a man!!!

Although I was shouting in my heart, I still sorted out my clothes and hair on the way to open the door……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

When he opened the door, a man bowed and bowed to the ground.

Yan Bingxin said, this guy can't knock on the door, so he keeps this look, right?

Haven't you been tired for so long?

But this ceremony is very pious.

"Brother, get up." Yan Bing said with a smile that he couldn't laugh.

The man stood up and seemed to be in his early twenties. He had a meticulous bun, thick eyebrows and almond eyes, and a long robe on the ground. A stream of scholarly style came to his face.

After the man got up, he just glanced at Yan Bing and his face turned red.

Yan Bingxin said what are the problems of the people here?

I blushed at any time. Am I showing my arms or legs?

Hurry up and check, is it okay to dress properly?

Yan Bing looked at the other party in confusion.

The other party quickly iced his face with his hands and muttered in a low voice: "You are both talented and beautiful, and you can be a beauty."

Yan Bing is most annoyed by the person who speaks sourly that he says something impatiently: "If you have something to say, don't flatter me!"

The man's face turned red again and continued, "Xiaosheng lives next door. When he woke up this morning, he heard Mr. Long's poem. How dare he ask Mr., what the good sentence he just recited was written by Mr.?"

"I didn't do it? Could it be that you did it?"

Yan Bing just got inspiration and wrote it casually, and he was finished in his room. You said you could eavesdrop and you even came to join in the fun, so naturally there was nothing good to say.
To be continued...