"Sir, wait a minute!"
Hearing this voice, Ying Wuji finally revealed a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly disappeared.
He turned around and said, "Please teach me, young lady!"
Hua Chao's voice was gentle and calm: "I admire your talent and talent, so how could I reject you? But I really don't deserve this poem. If you don't reject me and can write a good poem that I will love, how can I reject you?"
Bai Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "Whether I fall in love with you or not, isn't it up to you to decide?"
Hua Chao was also a little unsure: "This..."
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Please forgive me, Miss Hua Chao, but I am indeed confused about your standards. If I cannot resolve this confusion, then I will leave!"
At this moment, a lazy voice sounded.
"I have an ancient jade that can penetrate the heart. Can you lend it to Miss Huachao?"
"Ancient Tongxin Jade!"
Everyone was shocked. This so-called ancient jade was a jade left over from ancient times. Wearing it on the chest had the effect of calming the soul and nourishing the spirit, and was a great help on the path of cultivation.
In addition, this ancient jade has another function, which is to reflect a person's emotional fluctuations, using different colors to reflect a person's joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate and desire. The stronger the emotional fluctuations, the brighter the light emitted by the ancient jade.
It can indeed be a measure of preference.
However, this ancient jade is quite rare, and someone in this small bamboo garden actually owns it.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin, unshaven-bearded Mohist swordsman.
The Mohist swordsman walked to the screen as if no one was around, tore off a piece of jade and threw it in: "Girl, return it to me after you use it!"
There was silence for a while behind the screen, and then the voice of Miss Hua Chao was heard: "This jade is indeed fair enough, thank you for lending it!"
As he spoke, he put the lustrous jade around his neck, which could be vaguely seen through the screen.
Luo Ming frowned slightly, but he knew that this matter could not be changed, so he turned around and looked at everyone: "It's rare that Miss Hua Chao has time, who among you has any poems or songs to give to you?"
He didn't know whether the masterpiece just now was written by Ying Wuji himself, but he knew that Ying Wuji must have come prepared and might have other poems. Now he could only encourage others to write poems so that Ying Wuji would not look so conspicuous.
Although there are few people present today, they are all talented people who are well-read in poetry and literature.
But I never expected that none of the dozen people stood up, and they just looked like they were watching a show.
It’s not that they can’t do it, but seeing Ying Wuji confronting everyone he meets today, they are really scared.
If I were to be caught by this hostage from another country and confronted with him, wouldn't I be as embarrassed as Ji Su and Luo Ming?
Besides, Ying Wuji's poem today was somewhat evil. Even if they wanted to write a poem, they had to wait and see what kind of poem Ying Wuji could come up with.
Luo Ming gritted his teeth and took a step forward to the desk in front of the screen: "In that case, I will throw out some ideas, Master Wuji, you shouldn't mind, right?"
"Please!"
Ying Wuji smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
He also wanted to see what Luo Ming was planning to do by coming here this time.
Seeing Luo Ming picking up the pen, many people stood up. After all, he studied under a famous teacher, so the work he produced must be extraordinary.
Luo Ming wrote steadily:
I went up the mountain to pick mugwort, and met my ex-husband when I came down the mountain.
I knelt down and asked my ex-husband, how is the new one?
Although the new person is good, she is not as beautiful as the old one.
The colors are similar, but the hands and claws are different.
New friends enter through the door, old friends leave through the hall.
New artificially woven silk, and thus artificially woven plain cloth.
She weaves one piece of silk a day, and more than fifty meters of plain cloth.
Comparing silk with white, the new is not as good as the old.
Everyone was amazed.
“It’s actually a Yuefu poem!”
"As expected of Master Li's student, he is really good at writing Yuefu poems."
"It seems that the story is about a man who seduces and then abandons him."
"This poem is already a masterpiece, and with the addition of the music by Miss Huachao, it will surely be sung by the world."
Everyone was talking and praising her to the utmost.
On the one hand, it is to give face to Master Luo Ming, and on the other hand, this poem is indeed good.
Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly. In this world, the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty was not so destitute. Although they had lost the actual control over the various vassal states, they were still a spiritual symbol. The Zhou Yuefu they established would collect various excellent folk songs and compositions. Literati from various countries would be proud to have their works included in the Yuefu, and Yuefu poetry was the most representative of them.
Luo Ming's work is very solid, but I didn't expect that he would write about a scumbag who cheats on his wife.
When the divorced woman met her ex-husband, he regretted it very much and said that the new wife was not as good as his ex-wife, and he looked extremely remorseful.
Could it be... that the Prime Minister wanted to use Luo Ming to admit his mistake and persuade Hua Chao to go home?
Thinking about it this way, it is very possible. After all, his original wife has passed away, and no one can stop him from taking his illegitimate daughter home.
But are you sure you won't add fuel to the fire?
Luo Ming put down his pen and handed the paper to Hua Chao's maid with both hands: "Please!"
The maid bowed slightly, returned to the screen, and handed the paper to Hua Chao.
For a moment, everyone was looking at the scene behind the screen, or to be more precise, at the ancient jade hanging on Hua Chao's chest.
Miss Huachao must like such a good Yuefu poem very much, right?
But no one expected that the halo on the Tongxin ancient language only brightened slightly and then quickly faded.
Miss Huachao said calmly: "This poem is very good, but I don't like it!"
Everyone was stunned.
Ah this...
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