Meng Xing was thinking about what poems he should copy to shock Princess Yangping, and then he would take a fancy to his talent, and then he would take a fancy to himself as a talented person.
The beautiful eyes of the two beauties were staring at him quietly, as if they wanted to see flowers on his face.
I wanted to come up with poems all of a sudden, but under the gaze of two beauties, I felt a lot of pressure. Fortunately, I am just a porter, so the pressure was much less. Meng Xing thought to himself.
After a while, Meng Xing finally remembered a poem containing the word "wind and rain", so he picked up a pen and wrote this eternal poem on rice paper.
"Define the storm."
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and misty rain will last your whole life."
"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."
Princess Yangping looked up and read it silently, and compared it with the poems written by the students of Qingfeng College. She suddenly felt that this poem was many times better than those poems.
The whole poem is catchy and has a lofty artistic conception. It has an open-minded and open-minded mind, and the last sentence is the finishing touch, "There is neither wind or rain nor sunshine." The so-called wind, rain, and the so-called sunshine are just fantasies in the heart.
, full of philosophy and endless charm.
No wonder the other party looked "not surprised" in front of me. He didn't regard me as a dignified princess as a supporter in pursuing power, nor did he care about fame and fortune. It turned out that he had such an open mind.
Princess Yangping suddenly felt that the other party's rude behavior just now seemed less irritating. The original feeling of displeasure in her heart also disappeared, replaced by shock.
This poem is a top-grade masterpiece, with a style that has been passed down through the ages. Isn't the Meng Xing in front of me a disciple of the martial arts system? Why is he so talented that his poems are even better than those of students from Qingfeng College?
Without profound talent and profound knowledge, it is obviously impossible to produce such masterpieces.
Zhuo Lingyan on the side also had a very surprised expression. This poem is really well written, and one can immediately tell that it is a rare masterpiece.
She had been in Zhenwu Sect for several days, and she only knew that Meng Xing was very angry with her, always opposed to her, and that his formation skills were unpredictable. However, she did not know that he was good at poetry and had such talent.
It seems that this annoying guy has another advantage.
Both women looked surprised and unexpected, especially the erudite princess. As the only female champion in the Qin Dynasty, she naturally knew how rare this poem was. She witnessed the birth of an eternal good poem, and she was naturally happy to hear it.
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"Not bad! Not bad! I didn't expect you to have such talent, and this handwriting also created a calligraphy school." Princess Yangping also did not hesitate to praise her.
Naturally, she didn't know that this kind of calligraphy art had quietly spread in Guangyang County, and many students were already copying and studying it. However, the news in this era was relatively limited and had not spread to the capital yet.
As a college student in my previous life, I naturally have some talent and learning, but what I am better at is a porter. I carry the best words of my previous life into this world and slap the students of this world in the face. Meng Xing complained in his heart.
Well, it would be better if you could still make some money through poetry. Although I already have a lot of savings, no one would dislike me for having a lot of money.
Princess Yangping said again: "How about giving this calligraphy and painting to me?"
Meng Xing was a little embarrassed and said: "Princess, I'm a little short of money recently, and I want to use it to sell it to make some money. You know, in Zhenwu Sect, I am actually a nobody and don't have much money."
This princess can be regarded as the little rich woman of Da Qin, right? Just now she wanted to be angry with me. I should deduct some money from her and let her bleed some.
Therefore, Meng Xing deliberately cried about poverty.
Zhuo Lingyan, who was standing next to her, rolled her eyes, knowing that this guy was acting like a monster again. She had never seen this guy look poor in Zhenwu Sect. Instead, he lived in a separate courtyard and lived an extremely carefree life.
"Okay, then sell it to me. How about giving you a hundred taels of silver?" Princess Yangping said.
Those scholars are all very upright and disdainful of talking about money. Why is this guy smelling like copper and asking for money when he opens his mouth?
Princess Yangping naturally heard the implication of his words, so she complied with his request without any pain.
Meng Xing was speechless. I sold more than one hundred taels of silver in Guangyang County. The Yuexian Restaurant would provide me with free food and drinks for the rest of my life. The leading courtesan of Chunyi Restaurant, Miss Hua Rong, was willing to sleep with me for free and even pay me back. You
But you sent me a hundred taels of silver? You are really stingy.
He said dullly: "Okay."
Princess Yangping didn't care about him. This guy was rude in front of her just now. He wrote a good poem and exempted him from punishment. Giving him another hundred taels of silver was already an advantage.
There are many officials in the imperial court whose salary is less than one hundred taels a month, and they can live a comfortable life.
Next, the maid brought many snacks for the two of them to taste.
Meng Xing's food was a bit tasteless. If he had known this, he might as well have gone to a brothel or a priest's square to write this poem. Maybe he could eat and drink for free, and even get the top girl to pay for it.
A bit of a loss.
At this moment, a guard walked in, raised his hands and said, "Princess, something big happened in the inner city."
"What's the big deal?" Princess Yangping asked.
"Students from Qingfeng Academy and the Imperial College are having a quarrel. They are fighting in the street and it's a big quarrel." said the guard.
"For what reason?" Princess Yangping said with a frown.
"It is said that it is because of a poem."
"A poem? What poem?"
"It seems that when Bu Suanzi chanted Mei Mei, a student from the Imperial College came up with a better poem and angrily accused the students from Qingfeng Academy of plagiarism. The students from Qingfeng Academy were dissatisfied and angrily accused the students from the Imperial Academy of plagiarism. More than 20 people from the two academies
The students got angry and broke many things in the street," the guard said.
Bu Suanzi Yong Mei? Isn’t that the one Meng Xing revised just now?
Princess Yangping said: "What is the poem that the students from the Imperial College said?"
The guard then handed Princess Yangping a note and said, "I have asked someone to copy it here."
Princess Yangping took one look and was speechless. She handed the note to Meng Xing and said, "Why is it the same as what you wrote?"
If she hadn't seen Meng Xing write a poem called "Ding Feng Bo" here with her own eyes, she would have thought that Meng Xing also plagiarized it from the Imperial Academy students.
Isn't this to expose my old background? I went to a brothel to compose this poem, but I didn't even leave a name, only the title of Mr. Meng for the girls in the brothel.
Meng Xing coughed and said something shocking: "Because this poem was originally written by me in a brothel in Guangyang County to the oiran lady, and they all copied it from me."
Zhuo Lingyan immediately said with a look of disgust on his face: "You actually went to a brothel? You are just like other men, a gentle scum, dressed like a beast!"
A polite scum, dressed like a beast? I have fallen into your category and behaved like a beast to you? I just touched you that night and didn’t do anything to you. I would have been called worse than a beast by others. Meng Xing complained in his heart.