Qin Ming ignored Wang Zhen and turned to Zheng Chuer:
"Ms. Zheng, please prepare some pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Zheng Chuer was happy when she heard this and said:
"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."
Soon Zheng Chuer had someone bring in the bookcase. Zheng Chuer even laid out the paper himself and handed the brush to Qin Ming with both hands.
Qin Ming picked up the pen, glanced at everyone in the room lightly, and then bent down at the desk and wrote the words "Qingyu Case. Yuan Xi".
Then he was in the eyes of everyone with surprise.
The pen moved quickly, and I started writing quickly.
Everyone saw Qin Ming start writing without thinking, and couldn't help but whisper.
"Brother Cui, look at him, he seemed to write without thinking. Isn't this a bit too childish?"
"I think Mr. Qin may have broken his jar. If he could really write any good poems like this, the sun would come out from the west."
"That's right. How can anyone write poetry like this? Instead of writing a nonsense poem, why not just leave?"
"Perhaps he has already prepared the draft?"
"How is that possible? If you had already drafted it, wouldn't it be better to just write it out just now?"
"..."
Qin Ming ignored everyone's whispers and just wrote on the paper.
Zheng Chuer, who was polishing ink on the side, first looked at Qin Ming's words and was stunned for a while. Then as Qin Ming started writing, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and she couldn't help but read word by word:
""The Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi""
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
As Zheng Chuer read, the room suddenly became quiet.
Although they had not yet fully understood the first two sentences, the last two sentences vividly described the lively street scene during the Lantern Festival.
Everyone was still recalling the artistic conception of Shangque, but Zheng Chuer had already recited the idea of Xiaque.
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willow. His laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
Everyone in the room fell silent when they heard this. This was the first time they heard such long and short sentences.
Although it sounds a bit strange, most of the visitors are literati or poor people in the pavilion, and they immediately appreciate the beauty of this poem.
The scene described in the first half of this poem describes the scene of a city full of lights and carnival on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month.
In the second half, the painting style suddenly changed, writing about a specific person, through his ups and downs of emotions, naturally integrating personal joy into the joy of the festival.
This kind of writing has to be amazing.
Qin Ming threw the brush in his hand behind him and said to everyone:
"Can you leave now?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, but someone quickly reacted.
Cui Sanlang took the lead to walk out of the crowd, bowed respectfully to Qin Ming and said:
"Cui Sanlang of the Cui family in Qinghe respectfully sends Mr. Qin off."
Then one after another people walked out of the crowd.
"Cui Wulang of the Boling Cui family respectfully sends Mr. Qin off."
"Zheng Chenggong of the Zheng clan in Xingyang sent Mr. Qin to his funeral."
....
When everyone saw that the young masters of the five surnames and Qi Wang were all saluting, they were afraid that they would fall behind, so they saluted Qin Ming one after another.
For a time, the box was filled with young students with their hands arched and servants bending down to salute. The scene was quite spectacular.
Qin Ming asked and nodded, then said to the dazed Yuchi Wanning beside him:
"Brother Paulin, let's go?"
Yuchi Baolin trembled when she heard the words, and then came back to her senses from the long and short sentences written by Qin Ming.
He glanced at Qin Ming blankly, then nodded.
I don't know why, but for a moment, Yuchi Wanning particularly hoped that he was the person Qin Ming wrote in his poem.
Then Qin Ming said goodbye to the two brothers Cheng Chumo, and then came to the door again with Master and Servant Yu Chi Wan Ning.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the room, the unemotional voice sounded again.
"No, no, the first half of your sentence is clearly describing the scenery, but why has I never seen the scenery in the first two sentences?"
"You should tell me, sir, where you can see these flowers and trees and the stars like rain. Isn't this nonsense?"
Qin Ming turned around and said disdainfully:
"Doesn't it mean that you haven't seen it before that it doesn't exist in the world? It's really ridiculous."
After saying that, Qin Ming walked downstairs without looking back.
Wang Zhen heard the words and said forcefully:
"Since you are so sure, why are you walking? If you have the ability, why don't you tell me where I can see it?"
At this time, a palm pressed hard on Wang Zhen's shoulder, and then a cold voice sounded in his ear:
"Hmph, you are still talking nonsense at this time. Do you really think that Brother X is a nonsense villain like you?"
Wang Zhen turned around and saw Cheng Chumo looking at him fiercely.
I felt a little guilty for a moment, but still whispered:
"What do you want to do? A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Let me go."
Cheng Chumo laughed when he heard this. He took Wang Zhen's arm and walked downstairs, saying as he walked:
"Don't you want to see Hua Qianshu and Xing Ruyu? I will take you to see them for a long time, so you don't have to slander my brother here."
After finishing speaking, Cheng Chumo turned back to Cheng Chuliang and said:
"Chu Liang, go get the fireworks tube. Let's open the eyes of Mr. Wang tonight."
Cheng Chuliang happily said:
"Okay."
Soon, the Cheng Chumo brothers took Wang Zhen downstairs, and everyone in the box also came downstairs.
They were also curious about what Cheng Chumo wanted to take Wang Zhen to see.
After a while,
With a loud bang, the sky was instantly lit up with colorful brilliance.
When the fireworks bloomed in the sky, all the expressions froze in an instant.
Zheng Chuer looked at the fireworks in the sky and murmured:
"What a wonderful one. The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night. Even more, it blows down like stars like rain."
"It's so beautiful."
...
Yuchi Wanning's master and servant, who had already walked some distance away from the entrance of Baihua Pavilion, also saw the fireworks blooming in the sky because of the loud bang.
At this time, Yuchi Wanning could not understand the meaning of Qin Ming's long and short sentences.
Bai Ling jumped to her feet, pulled Yuchi Wan Ning's sleeves, pointed at the fireworks in the sky with excitement, and said:
"Miss, look at it, it's so beautiful."
Yuchi Wanning did not blame his maid for her slip of the tongue, but nodded and said:
"It is indeed beautiful."
After saying that, Yuchi Wanning turned around and looked at the aloof background ten steps away.
Suddenly, it felt like there was a haze of confusion surrounding the other person, making it increasingly difficult to see through.
After shaking his head, Yuchi Wanning tugged on Bai Ling's sleeve and walked towards Qin Ming.
But as soon as they took two steps, Yuchi Wanning saw two black figures, quickly passed the two of them, and quickly moved towards Qin Ming.
At the same time, Yuchi Wanning clearly saw that there was still a cold light in his hands.
That was clearly the cold light reflected from the sharp blade.
Realizing that something was wrong, Yuchi Wanning hurriedly shouted to Qin Ming:
"Qin Ming, be careful!"
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