Princess Qiyang's eyes were even more disdainful: "Qin, I know the saint has summoned you, but don't take yourself too seriously! If you are in a hurry, what if I take half of your life?"
No one at the scene doubted the authenticity of Princess Qiyang's words. Emperor Liang would definitely not blame the royal family members because of a dandy.
Qin Feng naturally understood this truth, nodded and bowed and said with a smile: "What the princess said is that it is a small thing to smash the Qingya Pavilion, but it is a big thing to delay the princess's business. Why don't you give us another chance, I will wait for you." Let the princess return satisfied."
These words were said into the heart of Princess Qiyang.
Princess Qiyang is not interested in the court dispute between the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs. Today, she came to Qingya Pavilion mainly to ask for poems, so it would be okay to give them another chance.
"Last chance! If you still can't satisfy this princess, let alone you, even if Qin Tianhu comes, you can't save Qingya Pavilion!"
"Thank you for your grace, Princess." Qin Feng bowed his hands and thanked her loudly, then turned around and winked at Shen Qingci, gesturing to follow him.
Shen Qingci has always been simple and elegant, and sneered at Qin Feng's various rogue behaviors. Now that Qin Feng actually agreed to Princess Qiyang in public, leaving him no room for maneuver, Shen Qingci was even more angry, so he was cold and cold. Pay attention to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng knew that among the four sisters, Shen Qingci was the only one who disliked him the most. In order to make Shen Qingci cooperate obediently, he simply put on an embarrassed expression and laughed awkwardly: "My sister is acting mean again, let me You all are laughing."
As he spoke, Qin Feng gently patted Shen Qingci's shoulder, as if coaxing a child, and whispered softly: "In front of so many outsiders, don't be so petty, be good."
"I'll be good to you!" Shen Qingci opened Qin Feng's hand, intending to scold the brat away, but worried that he would say something shameless again, so he reluctantly followed Qin Feng into the next cubicle. .
Shen Qingci folded his hands on his chest and did not look at Qin Feng. He said angrily: "I know you were famous at the poetry meeting, but you can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. I know exactly what kind of thing you are. . Don’t think that just because you stole a few poems, you become a poet saint.”
"Hmph! If Qingya Pavilion is sealed, I'm not done with you!"
Seeing Shen Qingci's icy look, Qin Feng couldn't help but murmur in his heart, "You're going to throw any shit at my head!" Even if I don't come, Qingya Pavilion won't be able to hold on, but now they're blaming me! Is it easy for me to keep the Qin family's property?
Complaints are complaints, Qin Feng naturally did not dare to say it directly, and he looked unconscionable and flattering: "I glanced at all the poems you just wrote. To be honest, although they are not comparable to the poems I wrote, no matter the artistic conception or the Literary talents are already considered to be of high quality.”
Hearing this, Shen Qingci's eyes couldn't help but look with contempt: "Bah! You really know how to put gold on your face! If you have the ability, just write a poem! I don't believe you can satisfy Princess Qiyang!"
"What if I do it?" Qin Feng smiled playfully and deliberately used aggressive tactics.
As Qin Feng expected, Shen Qingci, who has always been arrogant, was fooled and hummed: "If you can do it, I will do anything for you! If you can't do it, you will give me Qingyage!"
"Do you want anything from me?" Qin Feng's eyes were bright and he jumped up excitedly: "How about I promise you my life?"
A blush flashed across Shen Qingci's cold cheeks. He raised his leg and kicked Qin Feng to the ground. He said angrily: "I treat you like a younger brother, but you actually want to be my husband. Damn it. It's really shameless." lecher!"
Qin Feng sat on the ground with an innocent look on his face: "Isn't that what you said? Anything is okay? I just like my sister and want to take care of her for the rest of my life."
"Bah! Shameless, write a poem first and then talk about it!" Shen Qingci looked contemptuous.
This brat really wants to eat swan meat. Marry him? Shen Qingci might as well have killed him with a piece of tofu. However, Shen Qingci did not refuse in a hurry. After all, in her opinion, Qin Feng would never be able to satisfy Princess Qiyang. Shen Qingci had already noticed that Princess Qiyang was clearly looking for trouble on purpose.
Even if he writes a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation, he will be demoted as worthless by Princess Qiyang.
Qin Feng got up from the ground, rubbed his butt, and said with an aggrieved face: "If Princess Qiyang is just trying to help Li Ninghui vent her anger, and deliberately looking for trouble, then there is no need to give us the last chance? She directly ordered the servants to take care of Qingyage Just smash it. So, in my opinion, it is true that Princess Qiyang asked for poems. Although my sister’s poems are good, the words obviously do not convey the meaning. "
"It seems to be the Double Ninth Festival. Princess Qiyang is asking for poems, most likely for her mother, the eldest princess."
"The eldest princess must have been moved by the scene and miss her husband so much that her mood will definitely not be much better. Only by understanding the eldest princess's mind can we find comfort."
Shen Qingci held his chin, thoughtfully.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Qin Feng got it right.
But even if you understand Princess Qiyang's intention, what can you do? It needs to be in line with the artistic conception and also needs to be a masterpiece. It is impossible to write it in a short time.
Shen Qingci didn't have time to fool around with Qin Feng, so he picked up the brush, spread out the paper, racked his brains, and thought thoughtfully: "I can only give it a try, but... the poems and essays piled up on the fly will definitely not be accepted. Princess Qiyang’s discernment. When Qingya Pavilion is demolished, my reputation in Kyoto will be completely ruined."
Thinking of this, Shen Qingci felt angry again. If Qin Feng hadn't agreed randomly, he could have tried his best to coax Princess Qiyang away.
"Damn Qin Feng, it's all your fault!" Shen Qingci turned to look at Qin Feng and was about to reprimand him loudly, but he was stunned on the spot.
While Shen Qingci was distracted, Qin Feng had already picked up the brush and wrote a poem crookedly on the paper.
The messy brush strokes and sloppy calligraphy are disgusting!
Even the five or six-year-old child Zhuzi's handwriting is many times more beautiful than Qin Feng's.
But the content of the poem made Shen Qingci stunned, and he couldn't help but read it in a low voice: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for the eternal day, the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast, the festival is the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow is on the screen window, and the coolness comes through in the middle of the night. Dongli pours the wine. After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves, which can't help quenching the soul. The west wind rolls up the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
With Shen Qingci's literary talents, he was naturally able to turn around and understand the essence of this poem. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but cover his mouth, for fear of being amazed and amazed.
Shen Qingci never believed that this poem was written by Qin Feng, but even if it was copied, how could there be so many handed down masterpieces copied by Qin Feng in the whole world?
Is this brat really enlightened and possessed by the Poet Saint?
"Qin Feng, what is the name of this poem?"
"Drunken flowers and dark clouds, thick mist and heavy clouds will make the day long."
