She originally wanted to teach Yan Qi a lesson, but after being questioned by Yan Qi a few times, she was speechless, felt weak, her momentum weakened, and she forgot about revenge.
Moreover, Yan Qi also explained that he was watering the flowers and did not deliberately tease her.
The woman in red robe was very confused, but she saw Yan Qi jumping out of the window and running towards her.
The girl in red robe was afraid that she would be exposed, so she hurriedly backed away, her face tense: "Don't come over, what do you want to do, be careful I kill someone..."
Yan Qi chuckled and raised the bath towel in his hand: "Why are you so nervous? I was afraid that you would be cold, so I got you a bath towel. Hey, I accidentally wet you, I'm really sorry."
The woman in red robe took the bath towel and put it on her body to cover her shameful area.
Yan Qi looked at the girl in red robe. Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders like a mess. Her figure was soaked in the towel and stretched tightly, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure.
It looks like a beauty taking a bath, which is as fascinating as a beauty.
Especially that delicate little face, which is half shy and half helpless in anger, making it even more soul-catching than the murderous look before.
Yan Qixiao asked: "Look, am I a good person? You spy on me, and I give you a bath towel to cover up your shame?"
The red-robed woman had now recovered from her panic. She glanced at Yan Qi with her beautiful eyes, looking at his gloating face, and suddenly came to her senses.
"Yan Qi, don't think that I don't know that you poured water on me on purpose. I will keep this account in mind."
How could Yan Qi admit: "It's true that good people don't get rewarded."
"You still don't admit it? It's the middle of the night, who is watering the flowers at this time? Do you think I am a three-year-old child so easy to deceive? Besides, look, there is not a pot of flowers on the windowsill. What kind of flowers are you watering?"
Hey, this little girl has a pretty high IQ.
Yan Qi smiled sarcastically: "Actually, I was joking with you, because I know that you are good at martial arts. What does this little plot mean to you! But what I didn't expect is that you were actually killed. I got wet! It seems that your martial arts is just that, ordinary and on par with mine."
My martial arts skills are ordinary?
The red-robed woman was so embarrassed that she was speechless. If she were ordinary, there would be no master in the world.
However, it’s okay if she doesn’t admit it. Who wants him to be so heartbroken by Yan Qi’s bucket of cold water?
If you want to blame, you can only blame Yan Qi's song "Quiet Night Thoughts".
The woman in red robe is not only powerful in martial arts, but also has great literary talent. After listening to the four lines of the poem "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, it seems like frost on the ground, raising her head to look at the bright moon, lowering her head to think of her hometown", I couldn't help but be stunned. The more I tasted it, the more extraordinary I felt. .
This is a poem with only four sentences, and each sentence has only five words. The number of words is extremely small. However, if you want to express rich meanings in a poem with such few words, you must strike like an assassin. To hit the target, the technique must be refined, the language must not be complicated, the blade must be sharp, and the purpose must not be obscure.
The simpler things are, the more difficult things are. They must be completed in one go and must not be sloppy.
Moreover, the best five skills also need the word 'natural', and no trace of carving can be seen.
Therefore, everyone has done a lot of Qijue and Qilu in poetry, but few dare to touch Five Jue, for fear of ruining their reputation.
And the poem sung by Yan Qi immediately shocked the red-robed woman.
Not only is the meter neat, but the emotion is sincere, and the writing is natural, without any trace of carving.
The language is fresh and simple, and the charm is implicit.
This is the real handiwork of everyone. Even those literati and poets who claim to be everyone do not have this skill.
It can truly be said to be surprising in the ordinary.
In particular, this poem touched her to the point of tears and made her homesick.
Just because she was savoring this poem, the red-robed woman accidentally lost her sight and was drowned in a basin of cold water by Yan Qi.
The red-robed woman looked at Yan Qi coldly. Although he was a bit ruffian and had a wild and unruly look on his face, it was strange that he could write such a masterpiece of poetry.
Could it be that he is a man of great talent? Could it be that he really fell from the sky to help me?
If this is really the case, I can recommend it to my father. Talents must never go to waste.
"Yan Qi, what's the name of the poem just now? There's a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it seems like frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. It's such a good poem."
Yan Qi was a little speechless. It was so late at night and she was wet again. If she didn't change her clothes, why were she still discussing poetry? Why are people today so impractical?
Yan Qi said slowly: "This poem is called "Silent Night Thoughts"."
The red-robed woman suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes: "Jingyesi? What a good name? Did you write this poem?"
Yan Qi winked: "Of course I wrote it. However, this poem is so ordinary. I can write hundreds of poems in a day. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning. Haha, haha!"
This guy is so shameless, as thick as a city wall, he doesn't even know what it means to be embarrassed.
All the knowledge of the previous world now belongs to him alone.
"Hundreds of songs a day? I don't believe it."
The woman in red robe was a little impressed by Yan Qi, but obviously she couldn't completely believe Yan Qi's words. Her boasting was so irritating, maybe... Or maybe, this poem "Jing Ye Si" was written by someone else and was accidentally plagiarized by Yan Qi. .
Yan Qixin joked: "You still don't believe that I can compose poetry at will? Believe it or not, I will immediately compose an alternative version of "Quiet Night Thoughts" that will surprise you?"
The red-robed woman's eyes lit up: "An alternative version of "Quiet Night Thoughts"? Come on."
Yan Qi blurted out: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. There are two pairs of shoes on the floor. I look up at the moon and lower my head to tear off my clothes."
The beautiful woman in red robe widened her eyes and was completely shocked by Yan Qi. She blushed and stamped her feet angrily: "Shameless, so shameless. This is obviously a dirty poem. It is also an alternative version of "Quiet Night Thoughts". This is the same as "Shameless". What does "Quiet Night Thoughts" have to do with it?"
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "That one is called "Silent Night Thoughts" and this one is called "Quiet Night Tears". They have the same pronunciation but different words."
"It's actually "Quiet Night Tears"! Shameless and obscene!"
The red-robed woman was really about to collapse. This guy actually recited a dirty poem in front of her, and even tore off her clothes in the middle of the night. Was this guy deliberately teasing me?
Yan Qi curled her lips: "Is it shameless and obscene to rip off your clothes? Don't worry, women are like this one day. When you have a bridal night, your husband will also tear your clothes, and you won't want to if he doesn't."
"You...you are simply unreasonable."
The woman in red robe was speechless. Now she could almost conclude that since he had written a dirty poem like "Silent Night Thoughts", then such a masterpiece as "Quiet Night Thoughts" was definitely not written by him.
The styles of these two poems are completely different, and their grades are too different.
Yan Qicai ignored what the red-robed woman thought of him, yawned and asked, "You came here in the middle of the night just to discuss tearing off your clothes with me? Please, I'm very sleepy, can you do it again tomorrow?"
