"That's right. Didn't you see that Mr. Sun's face turned ugly? No wonder he was able to beat Mr. Sun and win the beauty. And didn't you notice that Mr. Qin is much more handsome than Mr. Sun?"
"yes!"
"......"
Sun Yingcai's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. He looked at Qin Haitian with eyes full of disbelief.
He lost yesterday, and today, he lost again?
Li Xiangning looked at Qin Haitian with her beautiful eyes. At this moment, she vaguely found that Qin Haitian was shining. This was the man she liked. He was indeed a man of both civil and military talents, unparalleled in the world.
"Are you convinced?" Qin Haitian walked slowly towards Sun Yingcai with a smile on his face.
"Who knows which rare or incomplete copy you got this from!" Sun Yinglin gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, can you write another one?"
Obviously, he was unwilling to accept defeat.
"This, Sun Caizi can't afford to lose!"
"Yes! I used to think that Sun Caizi was an upright person, but now it seems that he is a hypocrite who refuses to admit defeat."
"......"
Many people looked at Sun Yinglin with contempt.
Qin Haitian said with a smile: "Since you are not convinced, then I will make you convinced!"
"Last year at this time, the face of a man and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness. I don't know where the face of a man has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
Sun Yinglin's eyes turned red when he heard this: "How is it possible? No, no..."
Qin Haitian opened his mouth and chanted another poem: "Outside the bamboos, there are three or two branches of peach blossoms. The ducks know first when the spring river water warms up. The ground is full of mugwort and the reed buds are short. It is the time when the pufferfish are about to come up."
Sun Yinglin looked at Qin Haitian approaching and retreated step by step, trembling all over.
Qin Haitian chuckled and chanted: "East of Huayang City, peach and plum blossoms, flying back and forth, where do they land? Huayang girls cherish their beauty, sitting and sighing when they see the falling flowers. This year the flowers have changed their colors, who will be there when they bloom next year? I have seen pines and cypresses being cut down for firewood, and I have also heard that mulberry fields have turned into seas. The ancients are no longer in the east of Huayang, but people today still face the falling flowers and wind. The flowers are the same year after year, but the people are different year after year. I send a message to the beautiful girls in their prime, you should pity the half-dead old man with white hair. This old man is so pitiful with his white hair, he was once a beautiful young man. The princes and grandsons are under the fragrant trees, singing and dancing in front of the falling flowers. The Guanglu Pool and the terrace are decorated with brocade, and the generals' pavilions are painted with gods and fairies. Once I fall ill and have no acquaintance, who will I be with for the three springs of happiness? How long can the beautiful eyebrows last? In a moment, the white hair will be as messy as silk. But looking at the places of singing and dancing in ancient times, only the birds are sad at dusk."
Sun Yinglin's legs were weak, and he barely managed to stay from falling down by leaning against the peach tree. At this moment, his eyes were filled with confusion. Who am I? Where am I? Why is this man so talented in poetry? He actually wrote four poems in such a short time.
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