Chapter 24 Qingyun Tower Fu Ci. Zhu Qingying, daughter of the city lord
Chapter 24 Poem on Qingyun Tower. Zhu Qingying, the daughter of the city lord
The seven people dismounted, and Chen Shuang glanced at the six followers. Among the six, only "Zhao Yun" had a handsome appearance, and Li Xing came from another world and treated everyone equally.
He is neither humble nor arrogant at all times, and he naturally exudes a special temperament.
For some reason, the more Chen Shuang looked at "Zhao Yun", the more pleasing she became. She pointed at Li Xing and said with a smile: "Zhao Yun, come up with me. The others will wait below."
The five servants responded respectfully, and Li Xing followed Zhao Yun up to Qingyun Tower.
Climbing up the stairs, there were servants on each floor to greet him. Chen Shuang went straight to the sixth floor, where there were already more than a dozen young men and women sitting upstairs. Each one was dressed in brocade clothes and their faces were full of nobility.
Seeing Chen Shuang appear, the young men all stood up. Some of them had bright eyes, some looked like nymphos, and some pretended to be indifferent, but no matter what, they all cast their eyes on Chen Shuang.
From Li Xing's unique perspective, which originated from another world, he had to accept that Chen Shuang was a beauty. There are many kinds of beauties, and Chen Shuang was a beauty from a rich family, with a natural aristocratic temperament.
"Miss Chen Er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, please come and take a seat!" A young man bowed to invite you. He accidentally saw "Zhao Yun" and his face suddenly changed slightly, "It's you!"
This young master is none other than Mr. Zhao, the man who ordered people to beat Li Xing half to death yesterday.
Li Xing secretly thought it was unlucky to meet this bastard dude when he went out. However, when faced with Qian San's surprise, he remained calm and looked at his nose and heart, as if he didn't recognize him at all.
At this point, even Mr. Qian became confused. Could it be that this person was not that person? They just looked alike.
Chen Shuang was very curious. She looked at Zhao Yun and then at Qian San: "Qian San, do you know Zhao Yun?"
How could Qian San say that he was the one who beat Chen Shuang that day? He quickly laughed and said, "I admitted the wrong person."
Everyone greeted each other politely and took their seats.
Among the crowd, another young man stood out. He had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and no flesh on his body. He shook his head and said: "Today I will meet friends with my lyrics. I am not very talented, so I am willing to write a poem first to attract others."
At this time, a woman suddenly smiled and said: "Master Zhang, please be patient."
Li Xing looked over and saw a young girl standing up. She was about the same age as Chen Shuang. She had handsome features and was dressed in white silk. There was an air of arrogance in this girl's expression, like a princess.
When everyone's attention was attracted, the girl looked at Chen Shuang with a smile: "Last time, didn't Chen Shuang say that she also knew how to compose lyrics? How could Brother Zhang seize this opportunity? Chen Shuang composed the first poem, and the title was different.
It’s limited, just adapt to the situation.”
Chen Shuang suddenly blushed. Not everyone is qualified to be a poet. Even if you have a good memory and a smart mind, you may not be able to write good lyrics. Great poets are like great artists, they can be encountered but not sought, and they will always be in the minority.
Chen Shuang had always been troubled by poetry and poetry. She came to the poetry convention just to join in the fun. She suddenly became nervous and Chen Shuang glared at the girl.
The girl's name is Zhu Qingying, the daughter of Qingyun City Lord Zhu Jin.
Zhu Qingying and Chen Shuang have always been at odds, and they often make each other's jokes. Chen Shuang has practiced at the third level of blood, and is good at martial arts, but not literary. Zhu Qingying, who has practiced at the first level of blood, is not strong in strength, but has first-class literary talent.
"What should I do? I'm so embarrassed this time, Zhu Qingying, just wait and see, sooner or later, I will find my place again!" Chen Shuang was secretly angry and was about to admit defeat, saying that she couldn't compose lyrics.
Li Xing looked away coldly, how could he not see the secret? He thought to himself: "Since I am a follower, I should protect the master. Just help her." He suddenly said, "Didn't the young lady compose a song about drinking yesterday?
Words?”
Chen Shuang was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Li Xing. Seeing that his expression was as usual, she was moved and thought to herself: "Is he helping me?"
Chen Shuang's expression at this time was very strange. Seeing in Zhu Qingying's eyes, he thought her lyrics were unpleasant, and immediately said: "It doesn't matter if it's not appropriate, just read it out and listen to it."
The others also laughed and said, "Say it quickly!"
Chen Shuang glanced at Li Xing nervously, with a hint of help in her eyes.
Chen Shuang was a young lady from a wealthy family, and she rarely showed such a demeanor. Li Xing was slightly shaken, and he softly read out:
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan.
This is a poem by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Drinking Alone under the Moon", which has been sung throughout the ages. Although it is poetry rather than words, the two worlds have different literary and artistic concepts, and poetry has no boundaries.
After Li Xing memorized this poem, he smiled and said nothing.
The people present were all stunned. In their minds, a wild and uninhibited man appeared in his mind. He raised his glass to invite the moon to drink with him. He sang loudly and danced to the moon, revealing a kind of open-mindedness and willfulness towards life.
And for.
"Good words!" Mr. Qian was the first to applaud. Although he was also a dabbler in writing, he still felt very good.
After Zhu Qingying was slightly distracted, her eyes fell on Li Xing.
"Zhao Yun" was just a servant, so Zhu Qingying didn't bother to take a look before, but he just read a poem and immediately caught her attention.
"How could Chen Shuang make such bold words? It must have been done by this person. He just wanted to save his master at this time." Zhu Qingying was such a smart person that he guessed the whole story at once.
Then he pursed his lips and smiled: "I really didn't expect you, Chen Shuang, to come up with such a good word. How about you make another one and let us listen to it?"
Chen Shuang immediately became anxious and was about to refuse when she suddenly felt a finger fall on her back and quickly wrote a line of words: Promise them.
Li Xing stood behind Chen Shuang, with his hands in his sleeves. No one knew that he was passing words in secret.
Chen Shuang felt relieved, and immediately understood what Li Xing meant, and thought to herself: "From now on, I will provide him with three blood crystals every month!"
The anxious look on her face suddenly disappeared, and Chen Shuang smiled slightly: "Since Miss Zhu has her destiny, how dare I disobey you?" She cleared her throat, looked up, her heroic spirit came out, and said solemnly: "Ten years of hard work.
A sword, frost blade has never been tested. I show you today, who will have any injustice?"
This poem was written by Tang Jiadao. Li Xing studied very hard and memorized many poems and songs. However, he unexpectedly came up with the poem "The Swordsman" in an emergency.
As soon as the poem was uttered, everyone felt a sense of awe coming towards them. Zhu Qingying's face even changed color, and she looked at Chen Shuang blankly.
Chen Shuang felt that her heart was relaxed and she was secretly enjoying herself. However, her face was still so cold and solemn that no one dared to look at her.
Li Xing quietly put away his fingers and just wrote on Chen Shuang's back. Even though she was separated by clothes, he felt her back was soft and warm, which made his heart flutter slightly.