Yan Qi took Qiu Xiang's soft white hand: "I'm tired, let's go back and rest."
Qiuxiang pursed her lips and smiled, guessing Yan Qi's thoughts. She took Yan Qi's arm and called Shuang'er and Hua Yi back.
This time, Wang Heng, Li Shu, and other talented people were extremely anxious.
The good swan meat just flew away.
No, no!
Many talented people were unconvinced and actually targeted Yan Qi. They crowded around him like a provocative cockfight.
"This talented man is not allowed to leave."
Wang Heng and Li Shu surrounded Yan Qi.
Yan Qi smiled calmly: "Great Talent Wang, Great Talent Li, what do you mean?"
Wang Heng said anxiously: "This talented man, you are not allowed to leave. We have composed poems. You should also compose a few poems to cultivate your sentiments."
Yan Qi was very disdainful: "I'm not a talented person, I'm just a servant. I don't know what romance is. I can't write poems or anything like that."
Wang Heng was troubled by this.
He also said that you don’t understand romance, which makes it even more ridiculous. You went out with three beauties. This is not called romance, so what is romance?
You are sincerely irritating.
Li Shu had a look of disbelief: "Are you a servant? How can a servant be accompanied by such a beautiful... such a beautiful woman, or three beauties."
Yan Qi looked proud: "These are all the maids of the house who came out to buy them together."
Shh!
There were boos below.
Whose family has such a beautiful maid? Hasn't it been sold out already?
What a liar.
Wang Hengcai didn't believe it and shouted: "Master, you don't have to be humble. You are accompanied by beauty and you must be very talented. You don't have to be humble. Please recite a poem to open our eyes."
Yan Qidao: "I am really a servant, not a young master. Besides, you have to understand Jieyuan's instructions. They must be very powerful. I am illiterate, so I can't compare with you."
Wang Heng pouted: "I'm sorry you don't dare to compete with me."
Yan Qi smiled calmly: "I don't dare to compete, I don't dare to compete, ladies and gentlemen, let's go."
Qiuxiang, Shuang'er, and Hua Yi took Yan Qi's arms and left together.
Li Shu stopped them again: "Even if you don't dare to compete, you still have to show your shame and let us talented people point you out."
Yan Qidao: "You really
Want to give me some advice? "
Wang Heng frowned: "Of course!"
Yan Qi laughed loudly and waved his hand: "It's okay to give advice to me, but before you give me advice, please give some advice to those gentlemen. Once you have given them guidance, it will not be too late to give them advice."
Everyone pointed in Yan Qi's direction.
I saw four people standing by the lake, looking over here.
These four people were dressed in coarse cloth robes. They were in their fifties or sixties. Their heads were loosely draped rather than tied up. They had large beards, as if they had just swam in the lake. Their trouser legs were rolled up, they were wet, and they were a little dirty. There were two people with wine gourds hanging around their necks, drinking and talking and laughing.
Wang Heng looked at it and said disdainfully: "The four mud-legged people are so muddy that they can compose poems? It's all in vain to give them advice."
Li Shu raised his head and breathed out from his nostrils: "Let them write poems, it's better for us to do it ourselves. They look like illiterate people at first glance."
A group of talented people also followed suit.
"Yeah?"
Yan Qi walked over with a smile and bowed to the four of them: "Four gentlemen, please extend your invitation."
The four of them saw Yan Qi bowing in a very solemn manner. They looked at each other and shook their heads together: "Young Master, you are..."
"I'm not a young master, I'm a servant."
Yan Qi had an expression of admiration on his face: "Four gentlemen, look, this talented man Wang, as well as talented man Li, and other talented men, who are very popular in poetry, gathered by the lake to compose poems. The four gentlemen must have heard it. I wonder what you gentlemen think."
"Thinking?"
The four of them looked at each other and laughed.
Wang Heng's face flushed: "Hey, four old men, why are you laughing? Isn't my poem good?"
Yan Qi sang: "The great scholar Wang has a poem: Great West Lake, West Lake is great, there are lotuses in the Great West Lake, and there are toads on the lotus, and they jump up and down. Good poem, really good poem, so magical."
The four old men burst into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.
The old man who was drinking was choking on his lungs and couldn't stop coughing.
Yan Qi added: "The poem of this great scholar Li is even more wonderful: From a distance, the Leita is dark, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. If you turn the Leita upside down, it will be thin at the bottom and thick at the top. Hey, what a masterpiece."
Four old men were lying on the sand, digging with their hands and feet, laughing so hard that they were covered in water and sand.
Wang Heng was very embarrassed: "Four bad old men, why are you laughing? You are illiterate, how can you laugh at me? I have to be taught by Xie Jieyuan. If you are capable, you can also write a poem to let me know something. ?Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it?"
Li Shu also blushed: "My poems are unique. How can you four old men be qualified to criticize my masterpiece?"
The talented people watching also started to cheer.
The four old men finally stopped smiling. You looked at me, and I looked at you, with helpless expressions on their faces.
They turned to leave.
Yan Qi cupped his hands and bowed: "I would also like to ask the four gentlemen to give you some advice and give some guidance to the underachievers."
The four of them looked at Yan Qi up and down, feeling vaguely curious.
Wang Heng sarcastically said: "What do you mean by being a latecomer? Haha, these four old guys are illiterate and only know how to farm, and they are guiding me? They are really overestimating their abilities."
Yan Qi once again bowed to the four of them: "Sir, the West Lake is so beautiful. Why don't you write a poem and leave a souvenir of this scene? It's the right time to add the finishing touch to such a beautiful scenery."
"Why!"
A tall and thin old man among the four shook his head, took an appreciative look, and smiled: "This young master is right. If you don't leave any words, wouldn't it be a pity for the beauty of the West Lake?"
Wang Heng laughed loudly: "Bragging, keep bragging, the great West Lake is still missing you four bad old men."
The tall and thin old man ignored Wang Heng and said to a fat old man: "I'll recite the poems, and you'll write the ink, how about it?"
The fat old man shook his head: "Unfortunately, there is no pen and ink."
"I have!"
Yan Qi winked at Qiuxiang.
Qiuxiang took out the pen, ink, and rice paper, squatted down, and started to do it herself: "I'll grind the ink for you, sir."
"Huh?"
The four old men were shocked when they saw Qiu Xiang's ink-grinding technique.
Grinding ink is a very skillful technique.
If you are good at ink grinding, you will definitely have attainments in calligraphy.
They looked at Yan Qi at the same time: This girl is obviously a talented woman with knowledge, and her knowledge is very extraordinary, so this young master must be also extraordinary.
Not only the four old men were shocked.
The talented people watching were also amazed.
Thinking that this beautiful woman is so skillful and elegant in polishing ink, she must be an educated person. How can she be a maid?
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