The Best Fake Eunuch

"Hey, have you finished writing?" Liu Ruyun's pen was about to freeze, but Xiao Chen still didn't speak, and couldn't help urging loudly.

"Beauties are not born from wombs, they should grow from plum blossom trees. I already hate that peach blossoms fall easily, and falling flowers are more affectionate than you." Xiao Chen chanted loudly, and everyone was quiet, only the sound of Liu Ruyun's pen brushing away.

The beginning of the sentence is not bad, but it seems to be a little frivolous, Xi Ya doesn't say a word, Zhang Yao'er doesn't say a word, but Qingxin's heart is pounding.

Why does it feel like Xiao Chen's poems are not written for Xi Ya, but for himself?

Looking quietly at Xiao Chen, he saw that he was in a state of drunkenness, gesticulating and continued to speak loudly, "Cultivate action and meditation when you are quiet, and experience the presence of lovers. If you learn Taoism with this heart, how difficult is it to become a Buddha in the future?"

Everyone was silent after hearing this, so is this a Zen poem or a love poem?

"To form a bond with one heart and one mind, although life is short and lingering, I will meet you in the next life with Qing, and I will be a young man in the wind."

It seems to be a love poem, Zhang Jue'er suddenly felt something in her heart, she subconsciously looked at Xi Ya, but she saw Xi Ya's wonderful eyes, and she was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other and smiled affectionately.

But I heard Xiao Chen continue, "I want to lean on the window to accompany Qingqing, but I regret that I have missed the Zen practice in this life. I want to go to Fanglin calmly, and I have a love for the beauty. I sit quietly, cultivate my mind, open my eyes, pray for the sanyuan jiangling altar, and observe all Have you ever seen the saint? Come here without inviting a lover."

"I have thought about being too sentimental to damage the holy life, and I am afraid that I will not fall into the city when I go to the mountains. The world is safe and peaceful, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing!"

"Xiao Chen, your poem is inexplicable, why I can't even understand it, do you think so?" Liu Ruyun felt that Xiao Chen's poem was weird, and after reading it for a long time, she didn't see a trace of Zen. , It's all love.

But the three girls Xi Ya, Zhao Yaoer, and Qing Xin all felt the same way, immersed in the lingering helplessness of the poems, and no one heard her words.

After a while, all the big guy's poems were finished, and Li Wanjiang ordered Duanmu Nanqiao to recite, because this concubine was not only proficient in writing and ink, but also had an extremely clear and beautiful voice.

In fact, Gong Shouli should be allowed to come, this is also his chance to show off as the great eunuch with palm prints, but Li Wanjiang is afraid that if he does not know the words, he will make a fool of himself in front of so many foreign guests!

The most suitable one should be Xiao Chen, but this guy is still in a state of drunkenness, he can't even stand still.

"My concubine, you don't need to arrange the order, just read it casually." Li Wanjiang said, "Today we enjoy composing poems, so we don't have to talk about so many rules."

"The concubine obeys the decree." Duanmu Nanqiao picked up a sheet and began to read aloud, "Polygonum worms avoid sunflowers and violets, do not say anything wrong when they suffer, a villain is inferior and cowardly, knows how to cherish a man's heart, chickens are singing in Fengcheng, forbidden gates When Pingdan opens, the canopy reaches vertically and horizontally, and chariots come from all directions."

She still read Empress Murong Danqiu's first. Not only does this poem contain the word 'chicken', but it also contains a mockery of Xi Cun Zhicun and others, as well as praise for Da Zhou. This work is very suitable for her status as a queen empress.

The big guys applauded and praised, Li Wanjiang also nodded and smiled, the empress was brilliant in writing and quick in poetry, no matter as the emperor or her husband, he was quite relieved in his heart.

Duanmu Nanqiao herself wrote: "There is no need to cut off the red crown on the forehead, and you will walk into the future in white all over your body. You dare not speak lightly in your life, and you will open thousands of doors."

She has always been low-key and doesn't like to be in the limelight, so this poem is also well-behaved. She doesn't seek merit but seeks no fault, just coping with things.

Liu Ruyun didn't care about that, what she wrote was: Four Mountains with fireworks in the night, singing chickens in the dark night, her poetic heart is like a fire, and she will devote herself to dust!

The bold and uninhibited verses are quite in line with her personality, especially her poetic heart is like a raging fire, and the two sentences of dedicating oneself and not hesitating to be dust and mud can be said to be straight from her heart.

Her personality is as wild as a fire, but she has to dedicate herself to the palace. Her lifelong ambition cannot be realized, and the final ending may be to die in the palace, turning into dust under the imperial garden.

What Zhang Yao'er wrote is: Hearing righteousness, you can migrate, seeing sages and thinking of being together, eating and tasting the sweetness of millet, and getting up without waiting for crowing chickens.

What Concubine Liang Guifei wrote is: Don't be changed by the wind and rain, what is the virtue of the chicken, He Zhen, who can be aware of the dark energy first, and sings by himself in the morning.

What Yang Feng'er wrote is: Twelve genera of famous ginseng, deep perianth and deep feathers, keeping promises to remind the morning sun, and sending off Xiaoyin with a song.

What Zhu Xiaochuan wrote is: When the solar terms are in good balance, the smoky atmosphere is towards the late Qing Dynasty, the cut red is beautiful and the spring scenery is beautiful, the plums and willows in the palace know the sky, the colorful swallows in the Yao basket are first in auspiciousness, the chrysanthemums are in the morning and the rooster is not learning to crow, the holy lake Yanghe is suitable for feasting, and every year, he holds the sun to the east city.

This poem is very good, not only the rhythm is neat, the artistic conception is profound, but also by the way, it flatters the emperor greatly.

But at first glance, it was not written by him himself, this was what he quietly sent someone to ask Xiao Chen to write it for help, Li Wanjiang naturally saw it, so he pretended not to.

Because Li Wanjiang himself also asked Xiao Chen to write for him: The Queen of the White Chicken Dream is 800 years old, and she pours wine to make everyone happy.

The intoxication comes from the style of wind and sea dance, and the spring breeze blows down the purple crown!

There are also a few Hanlin's work that is really ordinary, so I will skip it.

When I arrived at Xicun Zhicun a few poems, the painting style changed.

Nishimura's aspirations are: the red chicken is picked up by Hua, and the double distance is like a sharp edge. I hope to show off my power and fight against Zhongtang!

It looks like a cockfight at first glance, so why not show off your power? In the battle, Tang, who the hell are you going to fight with? May I ask you?

What Mu Xiuyong just said is: the wind blows up with the long curls, the feathers are flaring up, the beak is hooked lightly, and the electric shock flies back!

It is also high spirited.

Shimogawa Shenmu and Kudo Nako have also done it, but it is not true, so there is no need to mention it.

After reading all of them, the big guy realized that Xiao Chen hadn't done it yet!

Xiao Chen kept squinting his eyes to listen to Duanmu Nanqiao's recitation, and felt that her voice was clear and crisp, and it was really pleasant to the ear. If it was... I don't know... Hehehe.

"It's my turn?" Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he picked up a pen and brushed it away.

An eunuch rushed to take it to Duanmu Nanqiao.

"The chicken crowed and pouted?" Duanmu Nanqiao couldn't believe his eyes, what did this write?

The big guys were also dumbfounded when they heard it, a cock crow is enough vulgarity, so what's the point of pouting?

Pout what, pout your ass?

"The rooster crowed twice and pouted twice..." Duanmu Nanqiao had three black lines on his forehead.

But the poetic meaning of the next two sentences is instantly reversed, "The rooster crows three times and the world is white, sweeping away the remaining stars and Xiaoyue!"

Xiao Chen's inspiration for this poem still comes from Xiao Ye, can you believe it?

When he was in the Governor's Mansion in Changshan Prefecture, Xiao Ye had written a similar poem, it was one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces...

This kind of poem can be regarded as a dangerous poem. The front part may be unremarkable, or the language may be surprising, but the most important thing is the reversal of the latter sentence.

If you turn it well, it’s a quatrain, and if you don’t turn it well, it’s rubbish.

It is impossible for Xiao Chen to turn badly.

who is he?

The best talent in the world!

Last year, he became famous in the first battle today, and today, today, he is the best.

Who dares to refuse?

Nishimura Zhicun and the others were dissatisfied, but look what happened to them?

Isn't it the same as Wanyan Pingqiu, who was slapped in the face by Xiao Chen?

You can't accept it.