Three thousand beautiful family: the bounty hunter

Chapter 422: Rolling up countless smoke and dust 4

"Your Majesty's attainments are indeed very profound...I have learned a lesson," the geisha said.

"Although your Excellency is from Japan, you may be the first person in the world to use Chinese characters so skillfully," Red Butterfly said equally politely.

"In that case, how about we talk about poetry?" the geisha said.

"It's literal, okay, I like it," Red Butterfly said

With Tan Nu in his body, the red butterfly at this moment is not rejecting anyone who comes.

"The beautiful spring day in April,

Green green jade fingers play with the three strings,

It’s easy to know the Dongfeng side,

Boundless rhyme

The clear shadows gradually darken and the wine remains,

Yo yo, the deer roars across the mountains,

He and Dang sing the song of the Western Chamber together,

"My mind is spinning," the geisha chanted.

Sure enough, Red Butterfly thought to herself, this poem is not from a book, but is my own original creation

This is the great thing...

Just like all the books written for Xibanqiao, the couplets and poems are basically original creations that came out of discussions with literary friends...

If any readers say that this poem looks familiar, that would be surprising! You can’t read the famous Tang poems and Song lyrics...

Of course, Red Butterfly cannot be inferior. If you use original works, then of course I won’t use Su Shi, Li Yu, and Liu Yong’s works...

That seems like we are not authentic!

"Afraid of relying on Langan?

Your Excellency Xisheng Pavilion outer mountain

Only the mountains and rivers in the old days are still the same

Even if Mu Yu Chaoyun leaves, I won’t return it!

It should be Fei Luan,

Wear a ring from time to time under the moonlight.

The moon is getting lower and the frost is coming again, and it’s late.

I can look at the plum blossoms alone,” said the red butterfly

There are many civil servants in the court who are dedicated to poetry and poetry. When I heard these two poems, they were indeed good...the rhyme was good, and the charm was endless...it was like smelling perfume...the rest is room for imagination.

The geisha casually came up with another one

"I'm just afraid of the first rain

Weihancaoduming

There are still no kites flying all over the sky

Not enough time to go on an outing, laugh and praise Jingjing”

This is Nan Gezi’s lyrics...

Then I, Red Butterfly, will give you a match

“It’s too late to stay

Spring breeze is everywhere

The willows are yellow and the birds are just chirping

And I'm afraid that the soft branches will fall and tremble and I'll bear you down."

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