This Lu Yaoqin is indeed as Xiao Qing said, with a pair of charming and charming eyes, a small face and petal lips.
Talking about the first impression, Tang Ping felt that she looked very similar to the modern 800 million actress.
"How is it? Does it look good?" Wang Qingluan asked in Tang Ping's ear.
How could Tang Ping answer such a question wrong? And this kind of coquettishness is not his favorite style in the first place.
"Not as good-looking as you!"
After saying that, Wang Qingluan lightly elbowed Wang Qingluan on the chest.
"No formality!"
"Yaoqin has met Duke Ping!" Lu Yaoqin walked closer and looked at Tang Ping with a pair of charming eyes.
Don't look at Tang Ping's eloquent talk to those Luoyang people just now. He was all trained while playing online games.
Facing Lu Yaoqin, he didn't know what to say.
No matter what, the other party is just a woman, so I can't say bad words to her, right?
I didn't know what to say, so I just stopped talking and just nodded.
Lu Yaoqin didn't have any objections to this, and then looked at Yun Wuyue: "My little sister has just arrived in Chang'an, but she has many things to worry about. She can only meet her today. I hope she won't blame Yaoqin."
Although the words sounded extremely gentle, they did contain a lot of thorns.
He said that he was troubled by many things, but he just said that after arriving in Chang'an, business in heaven and earth would be good.
That soft-spoken sister hinted at Yun Wuyue's age.
"It's enough for my sister to have such a heart!" Yun Wuyue seemed not to understand the meaning of the words. She was not annoyed at all. She just said lightly: "It's good to be busy. Unlike me, I am much lazy now. When I have free time, I just want to drink tea and chat with my friends.”
Yun Wuyue's words sounded ordinary, but she did tell Lu Yaoqin that you are only in the position that I once reached, and I have become famous now. Duke Ping Guo beside me is my friend, and we will be fine. Drink tea and chat, but you can only come up to see him.
There was no tit-for-tat in the conversation between the two, but Tang Ping could faintly feel the light of the sword.
Lu Yaoqin just came over to say hello. Now that she has met everyone, the performance will naturally begin.
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Performing in the Red Moon Pavilion in the human world is, to put it bluntly, a challenge and a challenge.
In normal times, Hongyue Restaurant would definitely not agree. After all, there was no guarantee of winning.
But today, since Tang Ping agreed to help them, Hongyue Xiaoguan also felt confident inexplicably.
Lu Yaoqin went to prepare, and Tang Ping turned to Xiaoqing and said, "Go and get paper and pen for my cousin."
Xiao Qing smiled sweetly: "Cousin, are you going to take action?"
"People are knocking on my door, so I'll just copy a friend's poem to respond."
"I understand, you have many friends!" Xiao Qing narrowed her eyes and ran away happily.
Tang Ping wrote a lot of poems, but he basically said that he was a friend who copied them, but who would believe it?
Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Su Shi, no one has heard of any of these names you made up, and they have never heard of the poems.
So everyone thought it was Tang Ping who wrote it himself, but he didn't want to be famous, so he made up a random name.
Even Wang Qingluan, who had been to modern times with him several times, didn't know that he had actually copied these poems.
After all, according to the normal life of our modern people, if you don't watch historical or costume movies and TV series, and don't go to school, you may not be able to come into contact with an ancient poem in your life in a month.
Wang Qingluan and Tang Ping have been to modern times several times, but they have no idea that Tang Ping copied these poems.
Tang Ping had no intention of telling them the history of the Tang Dynasty in his own era. It was not the same history in the first place, and telling the people of the Tang Dynasty here would only increase their worries.
Just like if you take Li Yuanji back and discover that in the real history of the Tang Dynasty, he and Li Jiancheng were beheaded by Li Shimin, what would he think?
So Tang Ping has been trying his best to avoid such a situation.
Although Tang Ping's handwriting is a bit ugly, he can still read it clearly.
Seeing Tang Ping writing here, the guests from Luoyang originally wanted to take a look, but they were blocked by Xiaocui, Liu'er and others intentionally or unintentionally, but they couldn't see anything.
Soon Lu Yaoqin came on stage. When she walked onto the stage, although her appearance and dress had not changed much from when she came in, her whole temperament became inexplicably dignified.
Caressing the Yaoqin and singing a song, I think it’s those people from Luoyang
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A certain student did this, and once he finished singing, it attracted bursts of applause.
Not only the people in Luoyang were applauding, but the guests at Hongyue Restaurant were also applauding.
Come to think of it, this poem is really good.
"Ping Guo Gong, I don't know if this poem is still to my ears. I hope Ping Guo Gong will not hesitate to teach me."
As soon as Tang Ping followed the crowd and clapped twice, a Luoyang scholar at the next table stood up and bowed to Tang Ping.
This was considered a normal literary exchange. It was hard for Tang Ping to quarrel with others like he did in the opening scene.
But if he was asked to comment, Tang Ping had nothing to say. After all, the appreciation of ancient Chinese poems in the Chinese language test was not Tang Ping's strong point, and he was still in the third year of high school with the highest cultural level.
It has been many years since he graduated, and his cultural level is not as good as that of the third year of high school. He has not read a few serious books since he came to Datang. After all, those who just read it give him a headache. Isn't it good to use a mobile phone?
So when people asked him to comment, he really didn't have anything to say. He could only nod slightly and said, "It's not bad."
How else to say it? Since everyone is applauding, then you can praise him and say it's not bad, but you can't let Tang Ping say it's good, right? After all, after reading so many Tang poems and Song poems, this kind of poetry is really not considered very good in Tang Ping's mind.
But Tang Ping's understatement made others feel that although he said he was doing well, he was obviously perfunctory.
That article was very popular and laughed: "Don't Pingguo Gong have to eat a few poems for the rest of his life? How about writing some new poems for everyone to read?"
You must know that many of the poems written by Tang Ping did not use his own name, and they were said to be copied. Some people thought he wrote them himself, and of course those who were not convinced really thought he had copied them.
After all, he has the power and money, so it is not impossible to buy one or two good poems to cover his appearance.
"Well, I'm not very good at writing poetry, but I just copied a poem from a friend and gave it to everyone in Yun, so you can enjoy it later."
Tang Ping talks about appreciation here, not comments, because he doesn't think anyone here is qualified to comment on that poem, so it would be good if you can just appreciate it.
Everyone here could hear the arrogance in Tang Ping's words, and it was obvious that he did not take the Luoyang scholars present seriously.
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