Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"This is..." Han Qingzhu's eyes lit up as he stared at the quatrains written on the paper.

"The mighty and sorrowful day is slanting, and the west of the whip is the end of the world."

"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Han Qingzhu said three "good" words in a row, and looked at the ancestor of Xianhu with a proud face, "Ancestor, look, how is this poem?"

Ancestor Xian Gourd looked at the poem deeply, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

"Okay!" The ancestor of Xianhu nodded slightly, "The sadness mentioned in the first two lines of this poem is unrestrained and unrestrained in the infinite emotion. One is mighty, the other is the end of the world, full of pride, this kind of poetry should be worthy of it. In the military phase."

"The last two sentences changed the style of writing, expressing the desire to protect the country from the feeling of parting. In contrast to Lu Daru's 'scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same', even if the petals fall, we must do the soil to protect the flowers. The intention is lofty, The pattern is grand, but it's a bit unlucky!"

At the end of the sentence, the ancient ancestor of the Xianhu frowned slightly and said slowly.

"Hahahaha..." Han Qingsong laughed loudly, "The ancestor's words are bad. I am most satisfied with these last two sentences."

"The Prime Minister has always wanted to protect the country and the people. Since I joined the army, I never thought of dying on the bed. In a **** battle against a savage enemy, a body wrapped in horse leather is a man!"

"It's just that I said it myself. It's inevitable that my mouth is full of blood and anger. This boy Chen uses flowers as a metaphor for people, which is exactly what I want, just right..."

After speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, with a narrow smile in his eyebrows: "Chen Xiaozi, why is there only poetry and no poetry title?"

After a pause, he said again, "I think the title of the poem in "Yong Bamboo" last time is very good!"

Han Yunge laughed out loud, and Chen Luo immediately understood what Han Qingsong meant, and said quickly, "This poem is called "The Song of Flowers and the Second Gift of the Soldiers and the Soldiers Sent to the City of Ten Thousand Rens".

"Hahahaha, good name!" Han Qingsong smiled again and looked at Cheng Yunge: "Yunge, open the table, let the back chef cook the messy pig given by the royal family, and have a big meal today!"

"Yes!" Yun Ge also nodded with a smile, turned and left the main hall.

At this time, the ancestor of Xianhu looked at Chen Luo, and the old eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

……

I don't know who it was, who spread the word about the new book written by Chen Luo in the Prime Minister's Mansion. For a time, the popularity of the new poem overwhelmed the eighth episode of today's latest "Swordsman"!

Of course, there were rumors that Han Qingsong's housekeeper and some literati were secretly saying something.

Wenchang Pavilion.

"Old man!" Yan Baichuan scrambled the chessboard in front of him, "There are two of them! Before a man goes on an expedition, he has acquired two famous poems of the ages, which makes the old man angry!"

The big Confucian who was sitting opposite Yan Baichuan twitched his face. Looking at the chaotic chessboard, he clearly had three moves left to win.

"It's no wonder that Wenchang Pavilion's playing chess with Wen Xiang is also called a random killing game, so it is!"

Zheliu Academy.

"This Han Qingzhu is so shameless!" Kong Tianfang was furious, "In terms of friendship, how can he get us close to Wan Anbo, how can he get a good poem for nothing!"

"Go, send a letter to the other seven colleges and ask them to come to my Zheliu Academy for a gathering. I will increase the number of "Daxuan Min Bao" and its supplements by another 20,000 copies!"

Earl's House.

"I'm so **** off!" Song Tuizhi was angry when he heard Wei Yan's report, "This Han Qingzhu is cheating poetry from my little junior brother! My little junior brother, if you don't send some treasures to your door, you will be dismissed. Why? Why write poetry?"

"No, this matter has to be reported to the teacher. Since they have taken the poems of the younger brother, they will make a contribution in the future when the younger brother becomes enlightened, and no one will be able to escape!"

Yuyin Academy.

Luo Hongnu, who was dressed in red with Jiangnan eyes in her eyes, slept lazily in the reclining chair, looking at the remnant flowers in the courtyard, her delicate face showed melancholy regret.

"If you don't love love in your life, you will love love, and you will hurt love love..."

"It's really good at writing people's hearts, and it's really a song that writes all about lovesickness."

"But what about lovesickness?"

"The lord is at the head of the river, and the slave is at the end of the river. Every day I miss the lord and see the lord, and we drink the water from the same river."

"Girl, girl!" The maid in pink trotted all the way into Luo Hongnu's boudoir, "Girl!"

"Reckless, what about the rules? You can't be a good family in the future." Luo Hongnu groaned angrily.

The maid smiled and said, "It's just fine for the maid to follow the girl for the rest of her life."

"You're talking nonsense again!"

"Girl, Wan Anbo has written a new work. It just came out, I'm afraid you don't know it, so you run faster."

"A new work? A new song? Who did he write it for?" Luo Hongnu quickly sat up and asked nervously.

"Don't worry, girl." The maid smiled and said, "It's not a tune, and it's not writing poetry for other women, it's for soldiers."

Luo Hongnu didn't know why, but he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know about "Yong Bamboo"."

"No, it's a new poem." After speaking, the maid read out the song "Chanting Flowers".

Luo Hongnu listened silently, her heart warmed, and she repeated: "Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers..."

"How could this person be so good at writing? It's obviously a poem of chant, how can different people read it with different charms. Who says he's ruthless, what flower does he want to protect!"

"It's really an enemy."

Luo Hongnu thought about it, her pretty face became hot, and she blushed.

……

"Lu Tong, why are there so many people outside?" Chen Luo came back in the carriage and found that the door was actually crowded with people. Worried that the reader was sending the blades, he quickly let the groom come in through the back door.

Lu Tong looked at Chen Luo sadly: "Uncle, didn't you give poems to the soldiers?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Lu Tong sighed: "It's spread all over the city. You use a famous poem of the ages as a door-to-door homage, and now all the princes, nobles, civil and military officials in the city have sent you salutations, inviting you to come over. Talk to the government."

"Even... the political and legal ministers sent people to send messages!"

Chen Luo was startled and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Fortunately, Wen Xiang didn't join in the fun."

"Wen Xiang's family came and said that in a few days he will come to the door in person and let you prepare yourself."

Chen Luo's heart sank, and he looked at Ji Zhong: "Xiao Ji, go and clean up. Let's go to Sanxi Village in the next two days."

At this moment, Song Tuizhi's figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Luo~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Chen Luo was about to salute when Song Tuizhi suddenly stood in front of Chen Luo and looked at a void.

"Old gourd, stop joking with the juniors."

"Hohohoho, Xiao Yongzi, so you are also..." The originally empty space was distorted, and a figure appeared. It was Chen Luo who had seen the ancestor of the fairy gourd in the Bing Xiangfu before.

Song Tuizhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "With the words given by my teacher, I will retire, and the name of braveness will not be long."

Chen Luo was stunned and looked at Song Tuizhi. It turns out that his brother's name is Song Yong?

So cheesy, puff...

The muscles on Song Tuizhi's face twitched, and he looked at the ancestor of the fairy gourd a little badly: "Old gourd, why are you following my junior brother?"

Hearing Song Tuizhi asking about the business, Patriarch Xianhu looked at Chen Luo and smiled again: "I originally wanted to take care of your kid and ask you to get a favor, so I can ask you to do something."

"I didn't expect Xiao Yongzi to follow you. That old man is really busy."

Song Tuizhi: (╬◣д◢)

You call me Xiao Yongzi again and I'm going to freak out, you're so old!

Chen Luo hurriedly saluted: "Mother-in-law is very polite, I don't know what my mother-in-law needs the help of this kid?"

Just kidding, Daxuan logistics boss, Daoist senior, this is also a golden thigh, you have to hug it tightly.

Ancestor Xianhu waved his hand: "You're welcome, you're welcome, it's just a whim..."

Saying that, the ancestor of the fairy gourd waved his hand, and saw a gourd vine in his hand. Seven mini gourds hung on the gourd vine, red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. It was really small and exquisite.

"Lao Shen wants to ask Xiaoyou Chen to help hatch these seven small gourds!"

Chen Luo was startled, and a melody suddenly sounded in his mind—

"Ding dong dong dong dang..."

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