: How to get thousands of rooms in the Guangsha

"You don't know this. This woman has a very good literary talent. She used the moon as the title in Dongzhen to crush a group of literati students and was liked by Mr. Gao. Later, this poem was excerpted by Master Qin.

What about Qin Xue?"

This Qin Xue is a poem included by the Grand Secretary of Qin that he believes is of literary value for those students to learn.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it was written into the textbook.

When the person next to him heard this, he quickly agreed, "In Qin Xueli, the two poems written by this woman were placed directly on the homepage. This is what the second prince praised after reading it."

When the people around him heard this, they became even more admirable when they saw Su Qingyuan's eyes. Unexpectedly, this woman is not only good in literary talent but also beautiful in appearance. How can such a person not be liked by people?

The short distance from the yard to the house is enough for Grand Secretary Qin to ask some basic situations.

So when I got into the house, Grand Secretary Qin enthusiastically guided Su Qingyuan to sit in the seat. The position was very good, just between him and Old Man Gao.

Su Qingyuan himself does not have so many distinctions of honor. The original owner has always grown up in Wanyang Village, and he doesn't know the importance of this position.

She always felt that as long as she didn't sit in the main seat, the main seat was always empty, so Su Qingyuan naturally sat between the two old men.

When Old Man Gao saw that Grand Secretary Qin had been pulling Su Qingyuan to ask questions, there was definitely nothing good about this enthusiasm, so don’t kidnap someone.

Mr. Gao quickly spoke, "Su Yatou, have you eaten?"

Before Su Qingyuan could speak, Grand Secretary Qin quickly ordered the servant standing not far away, "Go and prepare for snacks quickly. By the way, my good-looking Longjing in front of the rain would also make a pot.

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"I said Lao Qin, you can't do this. If you are too enthusiastic, you are like a personal dealer." Mr. Gao complained ruthlessly.

Grand Secretary Qin didn't care and continued to chat with Su Qingyuan, "Su Yatou, how did you write such a poem?"

In his life, he had seen people with extremely high literature and smart women.

But he has never seen anyone who writes poems casually.

"I just do it casually, not worth mentioning."

"Ms. Su is very literary, why not continue the topic just now?" Someone asked it at the right time, and Su Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

"They were writing poetry just now, and now they can write whatever they want."

"Su Yatou, you can have one too and let Lao Qin see your true strength."

Su Qingyuan felt embarrassed. Where did she get her strength? She just had sex with the party for nothing, but if she really made one, she would really not be able to do it.

Su Qingyuan looked at the two old men's eagerly looking at the look of expectation, forget it, anyway, she is used to having sex with the party for free, so she will give birth to another song.

Dear everyone, don't blame me!

Su Qingyuan stood up and looked around. She originally wanted to see what topic to look for, so there was a direction.

Looking at the twenty or so students standing in the room, she suddenly thought of that sentence, how could she have thousands of rooms in the vast building?

Among these students, how many people can truly stand out and not be restricted by the wind and cold, and how many people can really focus on literature without distraction.

She suddenly wanted to say this poem.

The high wind in August roared, rolling the triple thatch on my room.

The turquoise flies across the river and spreads over the river. The higher ones hang on the long forests, and the lower ones lie on the ponds and sinks.

Children in the Nancun bully me and are powerless, so they can be able to be thieves on the other side.

He openly carried the thalasso into the bamboo, his lips were burning and his mouth was dry and he couldn't hear it. When he returned, he leaned against his staff and sighed.

Suddenly, the wind stabilized the clouds and the autumn turned dark.

The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the sweet child is lying on the ground and cracks.

There is no dry place for the bedside roof, and the rainy feet are like numbness.

If you are in trouble and have less sleep, how can you get wet for a long night?

How can I have thousands of buildings to shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy, and the wind and rain are as peaceful as a mountain!

Alas, when will I suddenly see this house in front of me? My house is broken and frozen to death!

Su Qingyuan recited this poem with some emotion.

Everyone present was shocked and stared at the beautiful woman in front of him.

The little woman actually experienced it so thoroughly.

After hearing this, Old Man Qin's eyes turned red and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as if he could personally experience the frustration of the autumn wind blowing over.

Even so, he still holds the ambition to shelter poor people from all over the world.

Isn’t this just talking about these people? Some people think of themselves as those who shelter the poor people in the world, while others think of themselves as those who need protection.

In just a short poem, everyone's experience and feelings are different.

Especially that sentence, how can you have thousands of buildings and shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy.

What a courage and mind.

With such a mind, let alone a little girl, even the second prince today may not have such bold ambitions.

Mr. Gao knew that Su Qingyuan would never disappoint him. Although he didn't know how Su Qingyuan, a small peasant girl, had such a high literary talent, he knew that Su Qingyuan was a woman who always had surprises.

He stroked the beard on his chin, "Old Qin, how about it?"
Chapter completed!