The word Qingzhao has been passed down through the ages, and there is no sadness in the world. At this time, Li Qingzhao had just turned 32 years old and had already lost the youthfulness of a girl. Under the nourishment of love with Zhao Mingcheng, it became more and more charming to show the charm of a mature woman. However, standing on the high building slowly walking down, she also had a more fascinating charm. This charm is not only the precipitation of time, but also the grandeur and grace that she has polished for more than ten years of fame.

At this time, there were finally a sound of praise in the venue. These praises were mixed with Li Qingzhao's appearance, which separated most of Li Qingzhao's style. Some people even said that Jiang Huai, who emerged from nowhere, might be another character like Su Dongpo.

The three examiners on the stage were also shocked. Liu Zhengfu, who was sitting in the middle, looked around and said, "Mingcheng, the layman did not come in vain this time. Jiang Huai's origin is mysterious, but his talent has reached the pinnacle. Such talent is also a blessing for the Song Dynasty."

"Liu Xiang, this song of Seven Quarterraneans is grand and is indeed a top-grade one, but it may not be what he did. After all, it is not a topic on the spot. Now that the layman has gone downstairs, we can just take a closer look." Liang Zhongshu glanced at Zhao Mingcheng and said with a frown.

"The insider did meet an opponent this time. There are so many talented people and strangers in the world. This is not simple for Mr. Jiang."

When Zhao Mingcheng saw his wife walking down from a tall building, he knew that she attached great importance to Jiang Huai. Perhaps, this time, this battle of poetry will really have an unexpected result.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Caiyi Tower, Su Xianzhi stood in front of the window and stared at Jiang Huai in Taichung, with a very complicated expression flowing out of her eyes. Behind her was a middle-aged woman. If Jiang Huai saw that she could recognize that this was the person who was staring at Yelu Hongyun during Yang Zhi's martial arts competition, she would bend her body slightly and respect Su Xianzhi.

"Chun Erniang, it's not that you should have offended them that day. Your eyesight is so clumsy. How could you get such a dragon and phoenix character?" Su Xianzhi was dissatisfied in her tone.

"Princess, I am indeed wrong. When I saw Zhong Lingshenxiu, a woman beside him, I thought I could cultivate a person like Li Shishi, so I ignored the fact that I had such a gentleman around her."

"If our Xixia could recruit such talents, why should we get information from brothels so hidingly and narrowly? We can only use open and open plots to suppress the Song Dynasty."

"Princess, you are unparalleled in beauty. If you use your means, Jiang Huai will definitely be as intoxicated with the gentleness."

Su Xianzhi sighed and said nothing, but stared at Yelu Hongyun tightly again.

Jiang Huai stood in the field and saw everyone's reactions. He couldn't help but thank the great *** again. He looked at Li Qingzhao with a dignified and beautiful face and smiled slightly: "Everyone Li, there is no need to apologize. In the next game, I hope you can do your best to continue creating good words like Ru Mengling, which is the greatest respect for me. It's getting late, please."

Seeing that Jiang Huai was cold, Li Qingzhao knew that her tentative actions had angered him, but she was burdened by her reputation. Although she said she wanted to apologize, she really put Jiang Huai's coldness in front of her and she lost the thought. The two of them sat down separately with awkwardness, waiting for the examiner to give the questions.

After a selection process, Jiang Huai and Li Qingzhao's first game test questions have been selected. The questions are not biased, but are a well-known word name: Huanxisha.

With a "clang" sound, the two of them entered the timing state, the time was two quarters of an hour. When the time came, the CD must be stopped immediately regardless of whether it was completed or not.

Jiang Huai searched for many lyrics written by Huanxisha in the Ruyi Pearl. After a rough browsing, the poem written by Nalan Xingde, a talented man in the Qing Dynasty, touched him particularly, so he drove the finger ring to write it quickly on white paper.

In order not to disturb the creation of the two of them, there were no noisy people present. However, when Jiang Huai took the lead in writing and completed the work in one go, there was still a small fluctuation in the audience, because when Jiang Huai stopped writing, Li Qingzhao had just grinded the ink, and at this time, the two quarters of the fragrance burned one-third.

The waiting time is always the most boring, so when Li Qingzhao finally stopped writing, Jiang Huaicai was cheering up again. Their lyrics were quickly posted and recited on the spot. At this time, Jiang Huaicai realized that Li Qingzhao had chosen the song Huanxisha to describe love. Although she was disdainful on the surface, she admired her talent very much in her bones. Li Qingzhao's lyrics said:

The lotus in the embroidered curtain smiled and snuggled in the treasure duck kissing the fragrant cheeks. Only then did the eyes move and people guessed.

One side of the charm is profound and charming, half of the paper expresses the secret feelings, the moon moves the shadow of the flowers and comes back again.

This poem has a deep meaning and Li Qingzhao embodies her sweet marriage with Zhao Mingcheng. It is one of Li Qingzhao's rare and excellent work that does not contain the sorrow of parting. However, when it meets Nalan Xingde's Huanxisha, it loses a little more flavor.

The poem Huanxisha written by Jiang Huai says:

Who thinks of the cool west wind alone, the whistle and yellow leaves close the sparse window, and the past is meditating on the setting sun.

Don’t be shocked by wine and sleep heavily in spring. The gambling book will make you feel like tea. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

The poem Nalan Xingde's finishing touch is the last sentence, which makes people unable to stop thinking about it and then. At the same time, the old things in my mind cannot cover up my thoughts. I can only say, "I just thought it was ordinary at that time."

The two poems seem to be natural contradictions. Li Qingzhao writes about love movingly, Jiang Huai leads past events to ecstasy, each with deep love as abyss, and the three examiners keep reciting and pondering, and it is difficult to make a decision for a while.

Seeing that their decision was a little difficult to make a decision, Jiang Huai spoke, "If you are in a dilemma, let's do the second song first. Perhaps this second song will be a verdict."

Li Qingzhao nodded, and her heart was no longer relaxed. Jiang Huai's poem changed the magnificent atmosphere of the seven-character quatrain, and changed the affection of the endless, but it was like an arrow, which pierced people's hearts. If she made a judgment, she felt that she had lost.

The title of the second game of poetry is still a poem with a lyrics. For a master of the lyrics like Li Qingzhao, I naturally hope that she can create more new lyrics.

The name of this poem is also ordinary, called "Bodhisattva Man". Many famous artists used to like to add this poem. Jiang Huaiyi copied it and quickly browsed the good works of this poem. Finally, Xin Qiji's more bold classic noun became his first choice. However, the slightly different one was that he changed two words, but the meaning of the poem was not changed, and it was as vigorous as all directions. The poem says:

The clear river water under the beacon tower, how many people cry in the middle? Looking at Chang'an northwest, there are pitiful countless mountains.

The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward. The river is so sad that it is still there, and the mountain is deep and the partridges are heard.

This poem is lyrical and implicit, but not directly exposed, and uses water and resentment to the mountains. It has a majestic nature in sorrow and anger, and its brushwork is vigorous and rich, and it is worthy of being a treasure in the poem.

Jiang Huai chose this word and was determined to press Li Qingzhao down. Li Qingzhao didn't finish writing until the fragrance was just finished. Looking at Jiang Huai, who had been waiting for a long time, raised her sleeves and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead slightly. Winter went to the beginning of spring, but there was no heat, so the sweat on Li Qingzhao's forehead at this time showed that she could no longer resist Jiang Huai's talent.
Chapter completed!