Half an hour later, when the two little girls Qin'er and Qi'er saw Qin Yong again, Qin Yong was immersed in his "calligraphy practice".

Under his feet, there were already more than a dozen pieces of white paper covered with words scattered around.

Qin'er was curious, so she picked up a piece of white paper on the ground and read it.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil; who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work!"

"Huh? Isn't this the same poem from that day?"

When Qin'er saw clearly the words on the white paper in her hand, she thought with some surprise.

This poem was indeed not the first time she had seen it! On that day not long ago, when Qin Yong made the so-called "charcoal pencil", wasn't it the poem he used to test the pen?

?And they also asked Qin Yong at that time whether this poem was written by Qin Yong? Because in their impression, this poem had never been circulated in the world.

Only later, Qin Yong drew that extremely shocking sketch in front of them, so they forgot about it! In fact, this was also because they valued Qin Yong in their hearts at that time.

It's not enough, because although they have already changed their name to Qin Yong as "aunt", in fact, the image of Qin Yong in their minds is still that ignorant and ignorant playboy. So although they thought of this song

The poem might have been written by Qin Yong himself, but in fact, they didn't believe it from the bottom of their hearts, so they naturally forgot about it!

But the situation is different now, because with Qin Yong's "amazing performance" in the past two days, in the hearts of Qin'er and Qi'er, it seems that this playboy is not as unbearable as people say. In the end

At the very least, he can draw and play chess, right? Although both painting and chess are actually somewhat "contrary" to the trend of today's literary world, it is undeniable that he can do it alone

The fact that these two things were played with is quite surprising in itself!

"Uncle, is this...this poem really written by you?"

After Qin'er came to her senses, she couldn't help but ask Qin Yongdao again.

"Poem? What poem?"

Qin Yongyong didn't understand why, so he took the white paper from Qin'er's hand, looked at it and said, "No, I heard this poem from someone else!"

"oh!"

When Qin'er heard what Qin Yong said, a hint of disappointment flashed through her heart, and she was also relieved!

This is a very complicated emotion. Even Qin'er herself can't explain what it is. Because Qin Yong's "performance" in the past two days really surprised her, so she subconsciously

"Expecting" Qin Yong to be able to maintain this "amazing performance". But from a rational point of view, she felt that this was impossible. Because after all, poetry, poetry and poetry are different from painting or playing chess. If

Painting or playing chess, there are no unconventional ways to find it. Just like what Qin Yong is doing now, although the innovations in painting and chess are enough to amaze people, they are actually just unconventional, so they have achieved

"Amazing" effect!

But this poem and song are different, because it has its own fixed rhythm and rules, so it is impossible for a truly talented and learned person to write such a well-known and well-known poem!

The poem is obviously such a good poem, and its meaning is extremely far-reaching, so it is no wonder that Qin'er does not believe that it was written by Qin Yong. Even in the end, when she heard Qin Yong's denial, she

There was also a slight feeling of relaxation flashing through my heart.

"Uncle, who did you hear this from? Can you introduce this great talent to your servant?"

After Qin'er corrected her mentality, she said to Qin Yong again.

"Uh. Let me introduce you to...?"

Qin Yong is speechless. I would really like to introduce you to him, but the problem is that in this strange dynasty that is completely ignored, that guy Li Shen seems to have never been born at all.

In fact, not only was Li Shen not born, but even a generation of poets like Li Bai, a generation of poets like Du Fu, etc. all disappeared without leaving the slightest trace, as if they had no trace at all in this history.

There is no such thing as them!

However, their works are clearly imprinted in Qin Yong's mind. As the saying goes, "If you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you can also steal them if you don't know how to write them!" Qin Yong is such a young man.

He was a poor child who was forced by his parents to memorize a large book of Tang and Song poems. In his previous life, he had always thought that he would never be able to use these Tang and Song poems, but he never expected that in the end he would be

I have traveled to this extremely strange dynasty, and the original authors of those poems and the major talents and celebrities in history are all not born now. This does not mean that he, a poor child who only knew how to memorize by rote, seems to be still alive now.

Have you become the new owner of these poems?

"This...I'm afraid that's not possible! The person who composed this poem that day was an ascetic monk. We just met by chance and were separated in a moment! So if we want to find it again now, I'm afraid it's impossible

of!"

Qin Yong thought for a moment and said to Qin'er. Although he also understood that he was now the new owner of those eternal masterpieces, he really felt a little embarrassed for letting him just plagiarize other people's great achievements.

So he blushed and simply denied it for the first time.

"Oh, that's such a shame!"

When Qin'er heard what Qin Yong said, she also looked disappointed.

It's no wonder, after all, as one of Liu Luoyao's personal ladies, she still has a good sense, so she clearly knows that this is a good poem, an excellent poem. So she wondered if it was

You can take the lead in setting up connections for your young lady so that they can get to know each other and then ask for advice. Because the intersection between a talented woman and a famous official will always be a good story in the literary world.

But what Qin'er forgot for a moment was that her young lady was now married, so it was naturally impossible for her to interact with a stranger's talent casually like in the past. Especially since this talent actually passed through

We met through Qin Yong’s relationship, wouldn’t that make people laugh even more?

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it!"

Qin Yong didn't expect that much. He heard that Qin'er no longer asked who the author of the poem was, so he breathed a sigh of relief! However, his relaxation did not last long before he was asked again.

It broke because Qin'er hadn't put down the white paper in her hand yet, but Qi'er on the side also curiously picked up another piece of white paper.

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown?"

While reading, Qi'er read out the poem in his hand, so Qin Yong was stunned, and Qin'er was also stunned! Because Qin'er suddenly discovered that this was actually another good poem, and it was no better than before.

That poem is a bad poem. As for the so-called "famous poems" circulated by major poetry societies in Yangzhou City, they are completely incomparable to them!

"Sister-in-law, this poem was also written by that ascetic monk?"

Qi'er shook the white paper in his hand and asked Qin Yong with a smile.

"Ah? That's right! It's that ascetic..."

At this time, the sweat on Qin Yong's head was almost falling, but he couldn't wipe it off at this time, so he could only say with a stiff smile.

"Really? The maids are more interested in getting to know such a learned ascetic! My uncle, you don't even know his name, right?"

Qin'er said thoughtfully. At this time, there was obviously a trace of doubt in her eyes! When Qin Yong said those words just now, she had no doubt at all. After all,

There are still some well-educated people who are not known among the people. So it is not surprising that a good poem with profound artistic conception comes out by chance. But nowadays, two good poems in a row are so casually circulated

If he comes out, then he should not be unknown, but should have become famous all over the world. Because only in this way, it is consistent with common sense.

"...Uh, his name is Tang Sanzang!"

Qin Yong was so anxious that he blurted out in the end.

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Note:

① The clear author of "Hoeing Day at Noon" is not known in history, but it is generally believed to be written by Li Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Li Shen (772-846) was a Han nationality, a native of Bozhou (now part of Anhui), and was born in Wucheng (

Huzhou, Zhejiang today), grew up in Wuxi, Runzhou (now part of Jiangsu). His courtesy name was Gongchui. He passed the Jinshi examination at the age of 27 and served as an assistant teacher at Bu Guozi. He had close friendships with Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi. The most shining part of his life was poetry. He was

A participant in the New Yuefu Movement that had a huge impact in the history of literature. He wrote 20 "New Yuefu Titles", which have been lost. He also wrote two poems "Compassion for the Farmers": "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips from the soil.
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