Chapter 32 Shocking Work

Author: I want to walk on the beach

Chapter 32 Shocking Work

Lin Xun'er searched around the market, but could not find the person who lost the wallet.

So I had no choice but to leave the market and walk back.

"I wonder what is in this purse?" Lin Xun'er looked at the purse in her hand and said to herself.

When she got the purse before, she felt it was very light. It didn't feel like money inside, but more like some paper.

"Why don't we take a look at what's inside, maybe we can find some clues." Lin Xun'er thought.

So I opened my purse curiously and took a look.

It turned out that it was indeed paper inside.

And it looks like the most ordinary paper, just folded neatly.

Lin Xun'er felt a little strange and couldn't help but take out one of the pictures. It was indeed nothing special.

"If that little thief just knew that this was all filled with paper, I'm afraid his intestines would be filled with regret." Lin Xun'er secretly laughed.

But he couldn't resist his excessive curiosity, so he opened the paper and took a closer look.

It turned out that there seemed to be a poem written on the paper.

[The west wind blows the old Dongting wave, and Xiangjun has many white hairs overnight.]

[When you are drunk, you don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.]

"What a poem!" Lin Xun'er's eyes brightened a little.

Although she doesn't know much about poetry, far less than Princess Zhao Jinsi.

But we can also feel that the artistic conception between the lines of this poem is profound and the writing style is brilliant.

It not only gives people a sense of autumn sadness, but also reveals a kind of heroism and romance.

"It's really good. The more you read it carefully, the more interesting it becomes. The princess likes poetry the most. Take it back and show it to her." Lin Xun'er said to her heart.

Anyway, the owner of this purse cannot be found for the time being.

I can only go back and accompany the princess to Zhushan Residence first, and then think of ways to find the owner of the purse later.

Lin Xun'er quickly ran back to the carriage. The guards had already returned from the county government office.

With light steps and a body as light as a swallow, she jumped directly onto the carriage, then opened the curtain and got in.

There was an extremely beautiful woman sitting in the carriage.

Wearing a sky blue double-breasted skirt, the curves are graceful and embossed.

Her appearance is even more beautiful and incomparable.

Her skin is filled with snow, her skin is blue, and her heart is noble.

But the most eye-catching thing is the pair of beautiful eyes.

Like an ice mirror, it shines brightly.

She is the only daughter of King Jing'an - Zhao Jinsi.

"Princess, let me show you this Qijue song. I wonder if you have seen it before." Lin Xun'er said with a sweet smile.

Zhao Jinsi could not help but have a peerless appearance and outstanding talents. She was proficient in poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Especially when it comes to poetry, he is quite obsessed with it.

So when she heard Lin Xun'er's words, her bright eyes flashed with curiosity, and her eyes immediately fell on the paper in her hand.

"Show me." Zhao Jinsi curiously took the paper from Lin Xun'er's hand and looked at it carefully.

His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen a little.

The vocabulary of this poem is fresh and beautiful, and the writing style is light and agile.

It seems to be an understatement, but the artistic conception is far-reaching and transcendent.

The poetic realm is even more ethereal, fantastic and fascinating.

It is truly a rare good poem.

Moreover, the person who wrote this is a master of pen and ink. His pen is bold and elegant.

It perfectly complements the artistic conception of the poem.

It can be seen that the person who wrote this poem may be the author of this poem.

Definitely a literary master.

"Xun'er, where did you get this?" Zhao Jinsi looked at Lin Xun'er with surprise on her face.

"Oh, it's in this purse." Lin Xun'er said, "The little thief just now must have mistakenly thought that this purse contained money and robbed someone else's purse.

I just went to the market and searched around, but couldn't find the owner of the purse, so I wanted to see if I could find any clues in it, and I found a lot of paper inside.

Well, there are a few more pictures in here."

Lin Xun'er took out several other pieces of paper and handed them to Zhao Jinsi.

Zhao Jinsi opened one of them again.

This piece of paper is filled with many words, but they are all repetitions of the same poem.

Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.

The journey is difficult! The journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

"A good saying goes: There will be times when the winds and waves break, and the sails will fly across the sea."

After reading this poem, Zhao Jinsi's heart was deeply touched, and it seemed that there was a kind of power surging in her heart.

This poem first suppresses and then expands.

First, let me express my melancholy because the world is difficult.

There are sorrows of separation and frustration.

But the twist in the last sentence has the majestic momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers and breaking through all difficulties and obstacles.

Inspiring and heart-wrenching.

People can feel the heroic spirit and optimistic spirit in the author's heart.

Even if he encounters setbacks and blows, he still has the open-mindedness and courage to look forward to the sun.

At this time, Zhao Jinsi's heart was filled with turbulence and he could not calm down.

She lamented the author's impressive talent and knowledge, as well as his life experiences.

I admire his optimism and heroic spirit even more.

"It seems that this author, like the teacher, was born at the wrong time and his talents were not met. Today's Great Yan Dynasty is in turmoil and traitors are in power. It is true that many talented people have been buried." Zhao Jinsi sighed secretly.

From this poem, she could see the helplessness and unwillingness of this man who had great ambitions but could not carry them out.

I can only use this poem to express my ambition.

And he wrote this poem over and over again, and some of the handwriting even overlapped.

It can be seen that he has no way to express his ambitions, so he can only use the pen as a sword and ink as a horse.

Point the country on this piece of paper, kill the enemy with a single stroke, and serve the country.

Later, Zhao Jinsi carefully read a poem written on several other pieces of paper.

My heart was even more shocked.

Many of these poems are truly stunning, astounding and impressive.

Her pretty face was already flushed with excitement.

A heart is also immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, lingering in the beautiful and gorgeous words.

It seems that I have experienced joy, anger, sorrow and joy together with the author, and experienced a magnificent life.

Among those poems, there is the romance of "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

There is the heroic spirit of "a big roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles"

There is the coolness of "Killing a person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles, brushing off your clothes when the matter is over, hiding your merit and fame deeply".

I have the self-confidence that "I am born with talents that will be useful, and all the money I have spent will come back to me".
To be continued...