"Need not."
Xiao Yuan pushed her away gently, and then walked to a table in one step.
This is where Su Xiaoxiao lives. On the desk, there are some of her daily writings and drawings.
Ruan Ming is right, she is indeed a talented woman.
After looking through some things at random, Xiao Yuan asked with drunken eyes: "Are these paintings, calligraphy, and poems written by girls?"
"Let the young master laugh." Su Xiaoxiao said hurriedly.
"Okay, that's great." Xiao Yuan smiled, drunkenly picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink as if he couldn't hold it firmly:
"I am very happy today. I am amazed by the girl's talent. I would like to write a few words to compare with the world's literati!"
He was obviously drunk when he said this. Normally, he would not have such leisurely thoughts.
When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, she pursed her lips slightly, secretly feeling funny. Compared with the world's literati, this was such a loud tone. This young man was really drunk.
Before she could say anything, Xiao Yuan had already picked up the brush, found it by the wall, and drunkenly pressed it on it so hard that the whiskers of the brush were pushed open.
"Master..." Seeing that he was about to write graffiti on the wall of her boudoir, Su Xiaoxiao wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
She looked anxious, not believing that Xiao Yuan could really write anything good.
Xiao Yuan ignored him and started dancing.
He is a king, and his handwriting is not regular, but arbitrary, extremely sloppy, and has an indescribable momentum.
He squandered his pen at will and improvised with the help of wine.
When he finished writing, he looked at the wall, smiled heartily, and said drunkenly, "Okay, okay!"
Su Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, was already stunned, her beautiful eyes widened with an incredible look.
Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
The first two sentences have the meaning of talking about a brothel, while the last two sentences are more like talking about Su Xiaoxiao herself in terms of artistic conception.
She didn't speak for a while, she was shocked.
Because in her opinion, Xiao Yuan had not been brewing for a long time, but was improvising with the help of wine.
With a casual stroke of the pen, she wrote this poem that touched her heart.
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years..."
She murmured, and there seemed to be some tears in her eyes.
Xiao Yuan threw away the brush casually, turned around and looked at Su Xiaoxiao drunkenly: "Girl, after seeing this poem, can it be compared with the world's literati!"
"Young Master, you are so talented. This little girl is deeply impressed." The look in her eyes when she looked at Xiao Yuan was extremely moving.
Such a handsome man with such talent is fatal to Su Xiaoxiao!
"Haha——" Xiao Yuan smiled heartily again, then seemed to be a little unsteady and almost fell down.
"Sir, be careful." Su Xiaoxiao quickly supported him.
Xiao Yuan raised his hand: "Okay, that's it for today. I'm very happy that there are girls singing and dancing to entertain. Your piano skills are outstanding."
"Young Master...Young Master is so drunk, can you... still go back..." She whispered, her face red.
Xiao Yuan didn't notice this at all, as if he remembered something, he suddenly said: "By the way, I almost forgot, how can I not leave my name since I have already graffitied! Today, I have to learn from those literati and poets!"
As he said that, he pushed Su Xiaoxiao away, searched for a long time, found the brush again, and wrote on the lower left side of the poem:
Qin Wang Xiao Yuan
Su Xiaoxiao was originally curious about his name, but when she saw the inscription, she was immediately confused!
"What!? Young Master...you...you are..."
Xiao Yuan burped, and first pointed to the inscription: "Xiao Yuan, King of Qin."
Pointing to himself again: "I am Qin Wang Xiao Yuan..."
He was obviously very drunk.
As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered and was about to fall to the ground.
"Young Master..." Su Xiaoxiao quickly supported him again, with a look of fear in her beautiful eyes.
the next day.
I don't know how many people gathered in Su Xiaoxiao's room.
Almost all the girls in Nuanxiang Pavilion came to watch the fun.
The landlady and Ruan Ming stood at the front, looking at the inscriptions on the wall. They couldn't help but grin secretly: "This, the young master yesterday is actually the majestic King of Qin?"
"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could I be so respectful!" Ruan Ming said angrily, and then said: "I didn't intend for you to know, but your Majesty wrote an inscription here."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but read the poem again, and couldn't help but nod his head and said: "It's amazing, it's amazing, this is a king's calligraphy treasure. I said boss lady, you are so prosperous."
"Ah? Ruan...what do you mean, Lord Ruan?" The landlady didn't respond.
"You are stupid!" Ruan Ming pointed at the wall and said: "The King of Qin came to Nuanxiang Pavilion and wrote an inscription in Su Xiaoxiao's room. Such a quatrain is known to the world's literati, and they are not allowed to flock here!"
"Ah?" After his reminder, the landlady came back to her senses. First she beamed with joy, and then she waved everyone away and said, "Go, go! Don't hang around here, be careful of spoiling the poem..."
As she said that, she took Su Xiaoxiao's hand again and said with joy on her face: "Xiaoxiao, you are really amazing. With King Qin's inscription, from now on, who in the world will not know about Nuanxiang Pavilion, and who in the world will not know about Miss Su?" Name."
Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red, but she felt inexplicably disappointed.
And Ruan Ming was right. Within two days after this incident happened, it had already spread throughout the streets.
You know, Xiao Yuan is the king of a country. His inscription does not need to create momentum at all, it will naturally create a wave of waves.
Nuanxiang Pavilion instantly became full, and there was an endless stream of guests, especially young talents and literati.
They all came here with only one purpose, and that was to see whether the poems written by King Qin were true or false.
At this time, Xiao Yuan had already set off to return to Qinzhou.
Along the way, people with black armor and red tassels formed a long queue, with no end as far as the eye could see. The soldiers had bright armor and numerous halberds.
Xiao Yuan rode a war horse and walked at the front of the team.
There were Xu Hu and others guarding him. Everyone walked slowly and slowly. Shangguan Wenruo couldn't help but lightly hit the horse's belly and came closer and said:
"Your Majesty, I heard that you wrote an inscription in Nuanxiang Pavilion. I don't know whether it is true or false."
"Haha, I'm drunk, I'm drunk." Xiao Yuan laughed dryly.
Shangguan Wenruo said: "I have heard that the king is not only a great strategist, but his talent is also heartbreaking..."
The team marched all the way, and after more than half a month, they entered Shanyuguan and returned to Qin.
At this time, the inscription of King Qin Nuanxiang Pavilion not only caused a sensation in Liangzhou, but also spread throughout the world.
Xuanwang Palace, in the study.
Looking at the poems on the table, King Xuan's beautiful eyes first flashed with admiration and surprise, and then he couldn't help but ask: "Is this the original sentence of King Qin?"
"Yes, it was copied word for word." Yang Zhao returned.
"oh……"
King Xuan responded casually, not knowing what he was thinking.
