Super Soldier King

"There are paintings in poems, and poems in paintings!"

Immediately afterwards, the ladies on the flower boat waved, wanting this man to board their flower boat.

Obviously, this person's poetry has passed the test, and these rowing ladies are very satisfied.

Someone exclaimed: "Oh my God, that's Lan Qiao from our city. His poetry is absolutely first-rate. In our city, he's the second. No one dares to rank first."

Someone revealed the man's identity.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation all around.

Who doesn't know the name Nandiao? This is simply a superstar in the literati world. His elegant name is full of poetry, just like his poems. Every time this name is mentioned, it makes those ladies blush.

Everyone looked at this Nandiao with envious eyes.

They wish they could turn into Nandiao right now, and then write a poem that will make the ladies of the big families thump for them. Then he hugs left and right, goes to the pavilion in the lake, chats with each other, and enjoys the oil by the way, ah, What a wonderful life!

Some people even made this idea into a poem, and when they sang it, it made people speechless!

They all pretended that these people were staring at Lan Yao, wanting to see which flower boat he was going to get on, and all the ladies were also blushing with excitement, wishing that Lan Yao would choose her.

But Lan Wither didn't do that, under everyone's horrified eyes, he walked in the direction of the lake, that is, the direction of Liu Qingrou...

Ye Qian naturally noticed this scene.

I couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in my heart: "Women are really a disaster!"

Just finished dealing with Li Ruluo's matter, and now another Lan Qiao came, Ye Qian really felt dizzy.

Seeing that Lan Qiao came to Liu Qingrou's side, she bowed slightly with a very elegant posture: "Xiaosheng Lan Qiao, I want to invite the girl to sit in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I wonder if the girl is willing?"

Seeing that Lan Qiao's target was actually Liu Qingrou, those onlookers were not surprised either.

They had noticed Liu Qingrou before, although she couldn't see her face, her unique temperament, overpowering all others, had already made their hearts itch.

It's a pity that many people went there, let alone talking about this beauty, she just didn't look at her directly, which hurt their hearts.

I heard someone talking in a low voice.

"But this time it was Lan Qiao who passed by. Lan Qiao is simply the nemesis of beautiful women. Which beauty would not be distracted after seeing him?"

"Of course, even if this iceberg beauty is so aloof, once she meets Lan Qiao, even if she is really an iceberg, she will melt away."

"Lan Qiao is not only a good-looking talent, handsome and unrestrained, with a beautiful tree facing the wind, which fascinates people. What's more, when he speaks, he is famous for his poems. Who can resist that temptation?"

"Fellow Daoist is right, even if I am a man, when I see Lan Qiao, my heart will be pounding!"

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Hearing these people's comments, Lan Qiao's face flashed with confidence, and then his eyes were like stars in the sky, and he looked at Liu Qingrou sincerely.

The ladies on the flower boat were almost taken seriously by Lan Qiao's serious scene, their eyes were blurred, and they were about to have hallucinations.

Immediately when they looked at Liu Qingrou, their jealousy was fully exposed, but when they saw Liu Qingrou's pure and pure temperament, they felt ashamed...

"That man is going to be miserable. I think he must have managed to date such a beautiful woman, right? I didn't expect it to be the beauty of an adult now, and it will be taken away by Lan Qiao. It's tragic!"

Someone seemed to be ridiculing in his voice, and said with some sympathy.

Ye Qian heard dense black lines all over his forehead.

But Liu Qingrou was unmoved when she saw Lan Qiao came to invite her, she said softly: "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

She just said a word politely, but the cold aura made the people around her feel inaccessible, even Lan Qiao seemed to regard the other party as an illusory fairy, not something he could blaspheme.

"this……"

Originally, when facing many beauties, Lan Qiao was able to retract freely and talk provocatively, but when facing Liu Qingrou, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Afterwards, his eyes fell on Ye Qian, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said to Ye Qian: "This fellow Taoist, why don't you write a poem too? With such a beautiful woman by your side, I think your ability to write poems is also good. At the top level, I still look forward to advice."

Although Lan Yao said so politely, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman would not be moved by him, but fell in love with this young man instead? I didn't see anything special about him either!

Therefore, he asked the man to compose poems, and if the poems made by the other party were not as good as his own, then this beautiful woman would also lose face.

And at that time, it was my chance.

Lan Qiao thought about all this in his heart.

At this time, the other people and the ladies on the flower boat all focused their attention on Ye Qian, wanting to know how much this man weighed.

After all, the Wangyue Lake Lantern Festival is a place for literati, so he has to write a poem or two when he comes here, right? Otherwise, I can't justify it.

Liu Qingrou's beautiful eyes flickered, she looked at Ye Qian, and said softly: "If you feel upset here, we can go to another place."

When she and Ye Qian came here, they didn't actually think about going to the Huxin Pavilion. They just talked about it casually before, mainly to relax.

But I didn't expect that someone would come to make things difficult for Ye Qian and ask Ye Qian to write a poem. , he probably won't.

But when he heard Liu Qingrou say this, Lan Qiao couldn't let him go, he said to Ye Qian: "Could it be that a fellow Taoist doesn't know how to compose poetry at all?"

This Moon Lake Lantern Festival is full of gathered literati, if there is someone here who can't recite poems, everyone will look down on them.

And when Lan Qiao said this, these people also looked at Ye Qian jokingly, wondering what Ye Qian would do.

Now Ye Qian must be riding a tiger. If he can't write poetry, he will be ridiculed, but if he writes poetry, he will definitely be inferior to Lan Yao.

At that time, it will be embarrassing.

This is where the dilemma lies.

Liu Qingrou also thought of this, she frowned, and said to Ye Qian, "Let's go."

Seeing Liu Qingrou say it twice in a row, these people probably knew that this person must not have a good level of poetry.

Involuntarily, there was a sound of ridicule and ridicule.

"Writing poetry?"

At this time, Ye Qian suddenly said: "Although I don't know much about this aspect, it's not a problem to write a poem or two."

Hearing Ye Qian say this, not only Lan Qiao was overjoyed, but even those onlookers were overjoyed. If this person can't do it, then don't do it, and he has to be tough, isn't it just to save face in front of the beautiful woman Well, but he doesn't know, when he writes his poems, he won't be ashamed to compare them with what Na Lan Qiao sang.

Liu Qingrou was also slightly taken aback.

Just when everyone was expecting and thinking about what words to use to ridicule Ye Qian's poems, Ye Qian finally expressed his feelings: "The southern peak, the northern peak, in the mist of a lake. Spring comes to worry about killing people."

This is the first line of the poem. After finishing writing, Ye Qian sighed: "Lang Yi is strong, concubine is strong, Youbi Cheqing Lang Ma Cong meets Jiuli Song."

After the poem was finished, the scene was quiet.

Looking at the onlookers at this time, the originally mocking expressions seem to have fallen into deep thinking for a moment, and it can also be said to be immersed in the artistic conception of Ye Qian's poem.

This poem is simply empathetic. Poems can arouse other people's thinking and allow others to enter the artistic conception of the poems, and feel like a poet, in the midst of the wonderful beauty, deeply unable to extricate themselves.

After a long time, these people woke up.

Ye Qian's poem has reached a state, beyond the mundane, like a fairy tale, it is not comparable to the poems written by Lan Qiao.

When these people woke up, the way they looked at Ye Qian changed.

This unremarkable man did not expect to reach such a level when it comes to poetry. They are all literati and know the value of this poem made by Ye Qian.

Lan Qiao also froze in place.

He didn't even dare to look at Ye Qian when he looked up now, he was personable just now, and he was here to point out the country, but after hearing the poems written by Ye Qian, he couldn't believe it, and felt that the poems he wrote were rubbish. This comparison is basically one sky and one earth.

This is the idea that he and you can't help but produce.

When he came to his senses, he took three or four steps back, and the last mouthful of blood shot out directly, and he was about to faint.

The embarrassment and shame made him feel ashamed.

But the current onlookers didn't notice the scene of Lan Wither, they all focused on Ye Qian, just like believers.

The long and endless poetry rippling in their hearts, can not dissipate for a long time.

And the ladies on the flower boat all blushed and waved at Ye Qian, wishing they could get off the flower boat and pull Ye Qian onto their boat.

But at this time Ye Qian was looking at the shocked Liu Qingrou, who was still in shock. Before he could react, Ye Qian took her hand and went to a flower boat where no one was sitting. .

"ah..."

Liu Qingrou just woke up now, feeling the warmth in that hand, she was at a loss, her heart was bumping like a deer, her pretty face was flushed red.

She can be calm in front of any attractive man, but every small movement of Ye Qian makes her flustered and swayed by it.

There is another rule here, that is, if the poetry is appreciated by the Miss Huachuan, you can go to the Lake Pavilion alone, without the company of those Miss Boats...