Freeloading is the real happiness!
As scholars, we want to convince others with our talents!
Swish, swish, swish!
Qin Changsheng picked up the pen and ink beside him and started writing. After he finished writing, he handed it to the guard and waited on the side, feeling confident.
What I wrote (copied) were the words that were handed down from generation to generation. In this world where martial arts are the main focus and literary style is not particularly strong, why not just kill people randomly?
………
On the third floor of the attic, Meng Xuan'er leaned on the soft bed, covered with a veil, her graceful figure faintly visible, making people salivate. She half-closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Miss, this poem, this poem!"
A maid ran up breathlessly, holding a poem written in handwriting in her hand.
"Hehe, Xiao Cui'er, what's wrong with you? Could it be that you have met your ideal husband?" Meng Xuan'er giggled and joked.
She has been running this Yuge for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of so-called peerless poems and lyrics. They are all those who are seeking fame and reputation.
"Miss, this is really a poem. If you don't believe me, look." Cui'er's cheeks flushed with ridicule, but she still handed the poem over.
"The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty..."
Meng Xuan'er stopped talking after reading the first sentence. Her charming expression disappeared, leaving only disbelief and anxiety on her face. She put her hands on Cui'er's shoulders, her face serious, and asked:
“Who wrote this and where is the person?”
Cui Er had never seen her young lady like this before, and was frightened for a moment. It took her a while to reply:
"Miss, this was written by a handsome young man outside. He is waiting outside now."
Meng Xuan'er also realized that her behavior was too abnormal and frightened the little maid. She touched Cui'er's hair to comfort her, muttering in her cherry lips:
"If you don't leave, then leave. If you don't leave, then leave."
Then, as if in a state of urgency, he ordered:
"Quick, take that young master into Room One and arrange for Luoxue and Liuli to serve him. We must keep that young master steady and buy time."
After the maid left, Meng Xuan'er took out a communication talisman from her bosom and sent the message out with her mind. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the poem that had been read, and continued to read:
"The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty, the spring breeze blows on the threshold, the dew is thick, if we had not met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."
She would never forget this poem, which was a poem that the ancestor asked them to engrave in their hearts.
Strictly speaking, Tianyin Pavilion is an intelligence organization, and its purpose is to provide a home for these weak women with miserable backgrounds and no home.
Secondly, this place has attracted all kinds of people, making it an excellent place to gather information.
But the original intention of establishing Tianyin Pavilion was to find a person, a man.
It is said that the man was the master's lover, and before leaving, he left this poem to the master, which made the master completely fall in love and unable to fall in love with anyone else again.
The only characteristic is his talent and literary grace. Oh, there is another characteristic, according to the ancestors, which is his perceptive gaze, the kind that can tell a person's worth at first sight.
In particular, the master instructed that if she met the person who wrote this poem again, she must notify him in time, and no matter where he was, she would do her best to come.
These descendants also asked the master, since they were once lovers, why didn't the master paint a few portraits of his lover, so that they could also look for him.
But when they saw that the master painted one painting after another, tore up one painting after another, and still argued that the mortal brush and ink could not depict half of the charm of his lover.
They understood from then on.
Grandmaster, you are crazy!
Crazy for love, mad for love!
Isn’t this pure love-brainedness?
Although they felt sorry for the master countless times and hated the scumbag who abandoned the master countless times, as the younger generation, they were unable to persuade the master to let go.
"I hope that this time the master can get what he wants." Meng Xuan'er murmured to herself.
Since the man outside knows this poem, he must have a certain connection with the scumbag from that year. Regardless of whether that person is still alive, I hope that this time, the master's knot in his heart can be completely untied.
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