When Miss Miaomiao said the following words, Xia Hua suddenly raised the corner of her mouth.
She came to kill Li Chenan!
Not here to find a husband!
But now the Miaomiao girl said that this poem was written by Li Chenan, which made her a little unbelievable, so she became a little curious:
"Judging from the meaning of this word... I heard that Li Chenan has just turned eighteen. Why does it give people the impression that he is eighty years old?"
"Words come from the heart, how could he have such a desolate experience?"
Miss Miaomiao turned off the fire and poured tea, then shook her head:
"Master Li is a genius. Perhaps he met an old man somewhere and was inspired to write this poem."
"As for the real reason, it's a pity that Mr. Li did not come to Pingjiang City, but went to Shuzhou. Otherwise... the little girl would also like to ask him in person and ask for a poem from him in person."
Xia Hua didn't ask this question again. If she wanted to ask, she could only ask Li Chenan.
She picked up the tea cup and asked another question as if nothing had happened: "He...since he is known as the Immortal of Poetry, last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, his other fifteen poems...can Miss Miaomiao write them out for me to see?" look?"
"Of course it's possible... Miss, you still don't know about his poems that have been spread all over the world?"
"Ah, I just came down from the mountain."
"Oh, then Miaomiao, just write it down and show it to the lady...don't fall in love with him!"
Xia Hua took a sip of tea and was frightened by these words. She coughed violently, and it took a moment to calm down.
"What this girl likes is not that weak scholar!"
Miss Miaomiao waved and summoned a maid to grind ink for her.
She looked at Xia Hua and smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Master Li is not a weak scholar."
"He...should be very hard!"
If he wasn't tough, how could the officialdom of Jiangnan Road be turned upside down by him?
When Xia Hua heard this, her face turned slightly red.
In a moment, the maid polished the ink on an inkstone.
Miaomiao took a piece of paper and spread it in front of her very carefully.
She pondered for another five breaths before she picked up the pen and put it down on the paper with great solemnity.
The little mouth opened softly:
"The poem just now is called "Jiang Chengzi", and it was the first poem Li Gongzi wrote at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Club."
"This second poem is called "Moon over the Xijiang River, a big dream in this world."
"The world is a big dream,
There are cool autumns in life.
At night, the wind leaves are already singing.
Look at the brows and temples.
A cheap drinker often worries about having few guests.
The moonlight is often obscured by clouds.
Who can share the lonely time with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Look northward sadly! "
Miss Miaomiao put the piece of paper aside, took another one and spread it in front of her, and then wrote:
"This third poem is called "Zhegui Ling, Mid-Autumn Festival"."
"Who can grind a flying mirror?
Illuminating the universe, reflecting the mountains and rivers!
Jade dew is cold,
The autumn sky is silvery and there are no waves,
More clear light than the long night,
There is no hindrance to the whirling osmanthus shadow. "
"I sing loudly,
To ask Chang'e,
Good night and sleepy,
...how about not getting drunk? "
"This fourth song..."
"The fifth song..."
"No. 15..."
When Miss Miaomiao was writing these words and reciting them, Xia Hua, who was sitting opposite her, was stunned!
She could hardly believe that it was Li Chenan who composed these stunning poems at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival with just one stick of incense!
What kind of literary attainment is this?
How much literary knowledge does this require?
No wonder the emperor of Ning State gave him the title of Poet Immortal on the spot!
His talent... No matter which great scholar in any country, at least when it comes to poetry, they are no match for him!
Although Xia Hua is practicing martial arts in Tianyin Pavilion, she is also studying.
Although her teacher is not Yun Shuxian and Yun Lao Ru, he is also the dean of Bailu Academy in Dongxu City and one of the five great Confucians in Wu Kingdom, Mr. Qiu Chenqiu.
Tianyin Pavilion repairs swords and piano.
Xiuqin requires extremely high talent in literature.
If you don't understand the meaning of the words, the piano you play will have only form but no spirit.
Tangible or capable of hurting.
But only if there is a god can he cross the rank and kill people!
Tianyin Pavilion's Tianmo Qinyin is a unique skill in the martial arts world. Very few people can practice it. In addition to internal strength, it also requires extremely high attainments in literature to make the Qinyin resonate with heaven and earth!
Of course she understood the meaning contained in Li Chenan's poems.
Because I understand, I am surprised!
She knows how difficult it is to produce such poetry!
If these poems were played using the unique method of the Heavenly Demonic Qin...it would probably kill people without being visible!
Miss Miaomiao has stopped writing at this moment.
But she still held the pen.
There was an indescribable emotion on her face.
It seemed that she was still immersed in those poems, and that the pictures she had never seen that Li Chenan had painted were still flowing in her mind.
After a while, she woke up.
She put down her pen and bowed slightly: "I lost my composure."
"Every time I copy these poems of his, I always have some new experiences and feelings. I always feel that he is right in front of me, and I always imagine that I am by his side."
Miss Miaomiao turned her head and looked out the window.
The red silk spread on the lake outside the window has disappeared.
There is a microwave.
There is a breeze.
There is a bamboo curtain swaying gently.
A red lantern has been lit.
"If I can accompany him, read at night with red sleeves and sweet scent... This is probably the wish of every pregnant girl!"
Xia Hua looked at Miaomiao silently, and suddenly asked: "Didn't you say sixteen songs? How come it's only fifteen?"
"His last poem has not been recited in the literary world. Very few people know it, and it has not been spread yet."
"oh……"
Xia Hua felt a little regretful.
"It's a pity that Mr. Shang passed away. Even if he can write good poems, no one can compose matching music."
Miaomiao looked away, "That's not the case. The Shang family's knowledge of composing music was passed on to a girl named Liang Manman."
"She may not be as rounded as Shang's music, but she also has a different style... They are all extremely beautiful. For example, the music she composed for Mr. Li's "Tian Jing Sha" is now in Pingjiang City. It is widely circulated among brothels and boats everywhere."
Xia Hua raised her eyebrows: ""Tianjingsha"... This doesn't seem to be the name of a word brand."
"This is where Li Gongzi's writing is like a vast ocean. It is not poetry, but the Sanqu created by Li Gongzi."
Xia Hua was shocked again. After all, the birth of a new style of writing was a big deal.
"Sanqu? Can you play and sing for me?"
"sure."
Miaomiao sat in front of the piano table again, kept silent for five breaths, put her fingers on the strings, the sound of the piano suddenly began, and her singing voice slowly unfolded.
Xia Hua was shocked again.
In the singing of Miss Miaomiao, she seemed to see the young man named Li Chenan!
He is dressed in white and outshines the snow.
He stood alone under the starlight, holding a brush in his hand, using the night as ink and the sky as paper.
He stretched out his hand and wrote this famous poem on the sky.
What kind of free and easy young man is that?
What a romantic, uninhibited, yet tender-hearted young man he was!
"...orioles, swallows, swallows, spring, flowers and willows are real,
Everything is charming and charming,
Delicate and tender, she can act like everyone. "
After singing a song, the lingering sound lingers.
Miao Miao has not yet awakened, and the summer flowers have not yet bloomed.
The other six swords of Tianyin Pavilion's Seven Swords have now entered the cabin and stopped there.
After a moment, they heard what junior sister Xia Hua said:
"Miss Miaomiao, can you tell me the story of Li Chenan and Miss Zhongli?"
