Chapter 205 Spring Tour [8]

"Your Majesty is really leisurely!" Li Jizhi noticed some things in the hall while thinking. After asking carefully, he immediately became angry and spoke sarcastic.

Zhao Qian smiled and didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, he became arrogant! He was originally writing poetry and fighting, but others were thinking about women's sex, and he was sarcastic, which easily caused public anger.

What just called him helpless was that he was just a word of inadvertent mistake and was truly helpless.

However, Hua Xiangrong still looked at him with misty eyes wide, as if she was waiting for the gift Zhao Qian gave her. It was a gift! It was confirmed that she wanted to hook up with Hua Xiangrong. Why don't she give it? Well, everyone thinks that Zhao Qian is ruthless and unrighteous. She is really cheating her father.

"Is the prince a little compact? I have a lot of accessories. Do you want to give some?" The Dangyang County Lord looked at Zhao Jin with a smile on his pretty face, and looked at him sideways, with a charming face and a little joking.

Even if Zhao Qian didn’t have any jewelry, it would be fine to give him a cup of Qingming. If he didn’t even give him ten pieces of brocade, no one would give him brocade at this time. And no one would refuse to admit his conscience afterwards. After all, no one could afford to lose face when so many people listened to him.

After thinking about it, Zhao Qian raised his glass toward Hua Xiangrong, and swallowed it in one mouthful, saying, "Shi Xing is here! I dare not accompany you!"

Hua Xiangrong couldn't have imagined that Zhao Qian was like this... expressing his "love" for her? For a moment, Hua Xiangrong was a little curious. Who is this Changsha King? Hua Xiangrong has come into contact with all the powerful and powerful sons, but this is the first time he has met such a person. And I heard that he is very talented and knowledgeable, so is he strange because of his surname?

After Zhao Qian said that, he walked to his own wooden table and immediately picked up his pen to write a line of words. It seemed that there was really inspiration.

In fact, Zhao Jin pretended to behave, and he was just a fool. Although he had a disrespectful tribute to Hua Xiangrong, he was a bit rude, but he thought of the identities of the two, which was barely reasonable, but he successfully fooled the matter.

The most important thing is that Zhao Qin "the poetic spirit comes", which makes it difficult for others to tease Zhao Qin. Otherwise, if someone pretends to be stupid and says that you interrupt his poetic spirit, wouldn't there be no place to say anything wronged?

"The prince is so scrupulous!" Others may be half-believing, but the Dangyang County Lord beside Zhao Qian was really looking at it.

Gao Youhuan smiled and said softly: "The King of Changsha is very eager to do, but it's a pity..."

The Lord of Dangyang County looked at Gao Youhuan, covered his mouth and smirked, and said softly: "What a pity? Could it be that my sister fell in love with this person?"

Gao Youhuan didn't look shy, and smiled faintly, saying, "Who is not marrying? Prince Guan is also a real man, and it is the best at present. It's a pity that my surname is romantic. If you marry him, I'm afraid that I will be frightened by the fact that I will be frightened when a housemate will be added!"

Wang Wanying, who had never been talking much, had a heart moved when she heard this. She looked at Zhao Qian a little more, and her eyes were inexplicably indescribable.

Fortunately, Chen Shishi came out at this time. It was considered to be a relief for Zhao Jin. Chen Shishi was wearing a bright dance suit, and there were two beauties covering their faces dancing beside him, playing the piano and playing the flute. As soon as he appeared, he immediately looked like a magnet, attracting the eyes of almost all the young men and the young ladies present.

He said a few polite words at the beginning, but everyone was not in a bad mood. He smiled and echoed, making the atmosphere lively.

Chen Shishi smiled and said a few words. The scene was lively, and Zhao Chen was far away, so he couldn't hear it. However, the voices gradually became quiet. I thought it was a polite word to calm everyone down.

As soon as the vocals calmed down, a soft and pleasant sound of music slowly rang out.

Chen Shishi danced gracefully, and at the beginning, he was very slow, and the music became more and more compact. The dance suddenly became light, sometimes forward and behind, sometimes left and right, with a light and agile dance, and his body was as light as a swallow. Chen Shishi's body was as soft as clouds, and his arms were as soft as boneless. He was graceful and a pair of pink long sleeves scattered in the air, spreading and closing, like the colorful clouds in the sky. This move exuded a graceful posture. The ancients said: Lotus grow step by step. This is probably the case?

As the music changed, Chen Shishi changed his previous lightness and soft movements, like a butterfly flying among flowers, like gurgling water, like the bright moon in the mountains, like the morning light in the alley, or like the round dew on the tips of lotus leaves, making the onlookers like drinking a fine wine, intoxicated and unable to suppress themselves.

After the dance, everyone came to their senses after a long time. Applause was heard and praise was endless.

Chen Shishi was like her dance, and she was good at dancing. She didn't neglect anyone, but she was even more liked. I don't know how many female companions were jealous of them, so she couldn't help but vent her soft flesh on the waist of her male companion!

At this moment, a child voice sounded. "Okay!"

The warm atmosphere was quiet because the master of the voice was the prodigy Yan Jidao.

Even the other people who were holding the pen, Lu Gongzhu, Yang Qing, and Li Jizhi, stopped the pen and ink in their hands and looked at the incense burner. Half of the incense stick had already gone four-fifths. In such a short time, a poem was created, which was surprising!

"My brother is really a good student!" Yang Qing and Yan Jidao had a good relationship, and they were not jealous, and said to Yan Jidao with a smile. But when he was saying this, his eyes glanced at Zhao Qian intentionally or unintentionally. Is it a demonstration? Or is it an unintentional?

The movement was very fast, and Zhao Qian couldn't see clearly what Yang Qing looked at that time.

Yan Jidao hung the brush on the pen holder with a smile. "Su Yu, please recite it!"

Although this would delay his creation time, Yang Qing hesitated a little and nodded happily and said, "That's good!"

Everyone made way. Yang Qing walked to a few desks with a solemn expression, smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, and then picked up the rice paper with both hands. He paused and couldn't help but praise: "Good words! My brother has the style of a father!"

After hearing this, Yan Jidao was not very proud. He smiled faintly and said, "I can't compare to my father. A few are just a few!"

This sounds ordinary and seems modest, but in fact it says that I, Yan Jidao, are Yan Jidao, and you don’t need to be famous by your father!

How could everyone not hear the intention? Many women covered their mouths and smiled, admiring Yan Jidao's spirit.

Someone who was bold said, "Young man, it's a pity that he's a little younger, otherwise he'll be afraid of fascinating me!"

"Actually, there are quite a few. How about the little husband going to my boudoir tonight?"

"Oh, such a young man, are you all so embarrassed to destroy the flowers?"

"It's so delicious!"

These women joked unscrupulously, but made Yan Jidao, who was still a little adult, blushed his face and beat him up to the prototype at once. This is the expression that a young man should have!

"You are so talented, so you are the most talented person in Bianliang. I am afraid you will take away someone!" The Dangyang County Lord walked up to Zhao Jin, looked down at the piece of rice paper with only a few lines of writing, and said softly.

Zhao Qian laughed and said, "I'm still a child prodigy in my place? I've already achieved the title. This world is still a young man!"

The prince of Dangyang County was stunned and said ashamed: "The prince doesn't know how shameful he is. He is only eighteen years old, so he said something from a young man, which makes people feel sick!"

Zhao Qian smiled and said, "We are all old!"

What do women fear the most? Age! Especially for an elderly woman, although she is not old in modern times, she can also use young women, and can even be called young models. But in this era when she can get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen and becomes a mother at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Dangyang County Lord really belongs to an older woman.

The Lord of Dangyang County was like a crazy lion, reaching out to pinch Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin laughed, sideways away, and said, "My lord, don't be so intimate!"

The Lord of Dangyang County was stunned. What's wrong with him? How could he do what he would do in the world of lovers?

My thoughts have not been sorted out yet and have been interrupted by Zhao Qin's words.

Zhao Qian said, "Stop making trouble! Uncle Yang can chant lyrics!"

The Lord of Dangyang County looked at Zhao Qian's side face. The serious Zhao Qian seemed very confident. The Lord of Dangyang County couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Zhao Qian was unaware of this and focused on the poem Yan Jidao.

I only heard Yang Qing chanting with emotion. "Butterflies love flowers! The green grass and pond are late in spring,

Xiao Ye is beautiful in style, and Shang Xue'e is light in makeup.

When the two swallows came, they were still far away, and the bead curtains were embroidered with poplar flowers."

Although it was only the first stanza, Zhao Qian couldn't help but nodded secretly. He didn't know that Yan Jidao's head was so long and he was not old, but he wrote such gentle words.

The little lady nearby had already shined with her eyes, and used a modern adjective - Huayao!

Zhao Qian was resentful. Before, these guys said that I was romantic. Look at how old Yan Jidao is? He is already so good at betting on women. Not to mention three wives and four concubines, the three thousand beauties can't be said to have it!

As my mind flows, the next stanza has already come to the saying "The green column frequently changes the strings and breaks easily,

Looking closely at Qin Zheng, it seems that human feelings are short.

—The song crows are in a mess, and the beauty is dark and the passing years are changing.”

Li Jizhi exclaimed: "This is wonderful "Butterfly Love Flower"! Although I heard it, a woman appeared in my heart. Yan Jiaqilang has such talent at a young age..."

Speaking of this, Li Jizhi looked at Zhao Jin with sarcastic expression and said, "I'm afraid the Yangtze River will push the previous waves, and the previous waves will die on the beach!"

It was not said who was the former wave, but the eyes of Li Jizhi have already explained all this.

"I wonder how the prince's poems are?" Someone didn't know what his mentality was, so he went up and leaned over and said.

After a pause, he immediately said with a puzzled look: "Why do you need one sentence? And it's very ordinary!"

Zhao Qian didn't say anything, but just looked at it quietly. In the third year of Qingzhou, Zhao Qian's surname was no longer as intense as before. It can also be understood that Zhao Qian's cunning was already deep!

"It seems that the prince is Jiang Lang's talent!"

As soon as these words were said, many men immediately laughed in a low voice. Jealousy was there, and it was fine if Yan Jidao was so young that he could not threaten them, but why did Zhao Qian have such talent at such a young age?

Yang Qing put down the rice paper, shook his head and exclaimed: "I'm afraid I'm going to top the list!"

After a pause, Yang Qing looked at Zhao Jin, as if he had only remembered that this person was still there. He said, "What is Jiang Lang's talent? Brother Yuanwei should be called Bai'anlou Poetry Club, a poem "Nian Nujiao? Nostalgia for the Red Cliff" amazed the four places and was famous all over the world. Today, it is Yichunyuan Garden Tour Spring. Although it was not reported by the Dangyang County Lord, it was the grace of the official family. How could the prince not leave a masterpiece?"

Li Jizhi was stunned when he heard this. What happened to Yang Qing today? Could it be that his head was cramped? He suddenly said good things to the King of Changsha?

At this time, one of the people in the crowd said, "That's right, Brother Yuanwei's masterpiece will surely amazed the capital again! It has become a good story for the spring in Yichunyuan in the past. We are also honored here!"

No matter how stupid Li Jizhi was, he realized that Yang Qing had a cramp in his head! This is a praising and killing! His heart was annoyed and suddenly felt joyful.

The poem by the Lord of Dangyang County will have a poem "Nian Nujiao? Nostalgia for the Red Cliff". The Lord of the world's grace is in the spring. You, Zhao Qin, are you embarrassed to take out a poem that is worse than this one, right?

Thinking of this, Li Jizhi smiled even happier, and his eyes were full of jokes when he looked at Zhao Jin.

Li Jizhi, the playboy, could it be seen, but why couldn't the others see it?

Gao Youhuan couldn't help frowning, but there was no place here, so she could only talk about it after thinking about it.

Zhao Xiuya also saw it, looked at Zhao Chen with concern, and bit her lower lip gently. "Uncle Yang, isn't it just toast! Little woman..."

Facing the words of praise and killing, Zhao Qian was always calm, but his words were like a tiger seeing prey, and suddenly poked out his mighty body that made people feel thrilling. "Three Lady!"

The sound was not loud, but it felt very majestic. Suddenly, it suppressed all other sounds.

Zhao Xiuya said half of the words, and immediately felt like she was slashed by an invisible sword. She could no longer say what happened next.

Zhao Qian looked at Zhao Xiuya with a serious expression. However, Zhao Qian did not speak. However, after Zhao Xiuya calmed down, his eyes turned to another place and glanced at the crowd. His serious expression, like the ice and snow in early spring, dissolved instantly, revealing a gentle and elegant smile, and said, "Since you are so kind, now you are on Yichunyuan to have a spring trip, I can't hide my weakness!"

Yang Qing and others shouted loudly with a playful look on their faces. Now they applauded to make you fall even worse. So what if you are the King of Changsha?

Yang Qing and others were filled with a strange sense of pleasure.

At this time, Zhao Jin finished writing!

"Song of Peach Blossom Temple"

The writing is vigorous and powerful, and this word alone is enough to make people admire it. Everyone near Zhao Jin couldn't help but be moved by it!

While writing quickly, Zhao Qian shouted: "Wine comes!"

As the only entourage, Wang Gui naturally hurriedly brought a pot of fruit wine for Zhao Chen. The fruit wine Qingtian was not caring, and Zhao Chen held up the wine pot, and a Milky Way poured down and fell into his mouth.

After a while, I found a few sentences and chanted loudly with a mouthful of wine: "The Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for wine money."

Zhao Chen's unrestrained attitude, when it comes to the eyes of others, not only does it not be rude, but it also makes people feel the spirit of being a true man and true love!

Combined with the two lines of poetry at the beginning, people immediately felt like seeing Li Bai, a wine fairy in the Tang Dynasty. The first four lines were full of a strong hermit spirit. Only four lines made people feel like a free and illusionary. Not only did the four peach blossoms not make people feel long-lasting, but they felt like they were in the peach blossom forest.

This "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" only appeared in four lines.

Yang Qing and Li Jizhi's face changed drastically. They seemed to be deafing the matter outside the window. Lu Gong, who was concentrating on writing poetry, held his pen. At some point, he stopped. A drop of ink fell on the rice paper, and immediately turned into a cloud of ink dizzy, and Lu Gong Zhu didn't realize anything...

ps: It is a bit unworthy of the name of the explosion, only 4,000 words, but only 300 words are added, which is a small compensation. I am ashamed! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!