Su Xing sweated secretly, almost unable to resist, and said quickly: "Yeah! Say it!"
"me……"
Sultan may have been too excited, but I didn't say anything for a long time.
"Master Chen, Mr. Su likes your poems!" Ling Er spoke to Sultan on the side.
"I understand, I, Chen Xing'er, have become famous! But, is it just a few poems worth your excitement?"
The Sudan said seriously: "There are a few poems, it should be said that they are a few masterpieces. Each one is full of fragrance and endless aftertaste. The artistic conception is even more haunting and makes me sleepless at night. In my opinion It’s no exaggeration to say that you are revered as a poet, a fairy, and a sage of poetry!”
Sultan finally calmed down and said all the sentences he had thought of in one breath.
"What Young Master Su said is absolutely true. Master Chen is so talented that he should be regarded as the Immortal of Poetry and the Saint of Poetry!"
Ling Er flatters Su Xing. Since coming to Baihuafang, his life has been so nourishing. He has touched eighty or more little hands.
"Forget it, since you like my work, I'm embarrassed to let you go away empty-handed. Tell me your name so that I can come up with one for you!"
Su Xing saw that there was joy, admiration, and happiness in his serious look, which touched his heart and made him feel like a big star again. He immediately decided to satisfy this little fan. wish.
Sudan felt dizzy again and said hurriedly: "My lord... Su... Xiaoxiao!"
Sultan has already thought of an alias, but his true identity cannot be known.
"What? Your name is Su Xiaoxiao?" Su Xing was surprised.
"Yes!" Seeing Su Xing's surprised look, Sultan was also very cute, without any sense of distance, and very excited.
"Why do you have to call me Su Xiaoxiao?" Su Xing frowned slightly.
"Uh!" Sudan was embarrassed, "Can't I call you Su Xiaoxiao?"
"Are you really Su Xiaoxiao?" Su Xing was even more surprised.
"Uh, yes..." Sultan was embarrassed and hesitant. She thought Su Xing saw through that she was using a false name, so she had no choice but to persist.
"Then you are also a talented woman!?" Su Xing asked happily.
Sudan breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "How dare Xiaoxiao say that she is a talented woman? Xiaoxiao is not very good at writing poetry, she just likes it!"
Su Xing also realized that the two of them probably just had the same name. The Su Xiaoxiao on Earth was a famous prostitute in Qiantang, and the girl in front of her looked like a girl from a wealthy family.
"Since you have such a lovely name, let me give you a poem." Su Xing decided to give her a poem about Su Xiaoxiao, but with slight modifications.
After hearing this, Sudan's pretty face flushed red, and there were tears in both eyes.
Su Xing found this little fan even more adorable.
At this time, Dabai and Xiaobai bowed: "Sir, the pen and ink are ready!"
"Thank you two ladies!"
"No thank you, sir, you're welcome!" The two of them waved their hands quickly, but their faces were red, their eyes were bright, and they looked happy.
When Sultan saw this scene, he felt slightly disappointed. He felt that Master Chen was very kind to every woman. When Dabai and Xiaobai saw that Sudan was so handsome, they didn't know where to turn their eyes and couldn't stop looking at him. I thought to myself that there is no such good-looking man in the world, even more handsome than Master Chen.
Seeing that the two little maids were looking away, Su Xing found it more and more interesting and was in a good mood. She picked up the snow wolf brush and lifted up her two sleeves, ready to write.
However, at this moment, the Four Symbols Chain of Qiankun was accidentally exposed, and he did not notice it. Before, he was very careful every time and would tuck the chain into his sleeves to avoid being seen.
The Sultan put her whole heart and soul into him, remembering every move, every move he made, and every outfit he wore. She also saw the moment the chain was exposed.
"Master Chen's bracelet is rare. It's tucked into his sleeve so that no one can see it. It's probably his favorite." She thought in her mind.
Su Xing wrote "Gift to Xiaoxiao", and this poem is exactly Su Xiaoxiao's poem, but he changed the "concubine" in it to "I".
Dabai read:
"I ride an oil-walled chariot, and my husband rides a green horse. Where can we unite as one? Under the pines and cypresses of Xiling."
"This little poem is also great!" Ling Er praised!
"Sir, the man riding the green Cong horse is somewhat similar to the man riding the green bamboo horse!" Xiaobai asked with a wink.
"Sister Xiaobai, this one is a real horse and the other is a prop horse. They are different! However, for girls of different ages, both horses are good horses!"
Ling Er found an opportunity to explain Xiaobai enthusiastically.
"Really?" Xiaobai asked Su Xing.
"Mr. Ling Er is right!" Su Xing confirmed.
"Look, what I said is right!" Ling Er showed off.
Xiaobai immediately smiled and said: "It turns out that Mr. Ling Er is also a talented man!"
Ling Er narrowed his eyes slightly, extremely happy, and asked Sultan again: "Master Su, do you like this song?"
"I like it! Master Chen picked up a wonderful poem at his fingertips!" Sudan's voice was so waxy that it made Su Xing drunk. "You and I are actually the same age. Don't call me brother if you are older than me." Let’s call you Xiaoxiao!”
Su Xing had a strong impulse at this moment to recognize Sudan as her sister.
Unfortunately, Su Xing didn't know that it was this title that made Sultan forget Ling Er's warning and show true love for him. He even imagined that he was the gentleman riding the green horse and that he would be with her under the cypress tree of thousands of years. Make an alliance and make an oath.
"Brother Chen, you are so polite!"
The Sultan immediately saluted happily and called Brother Chen tenderly. Dabai and Xiaobai instantly understood that the handsome young man in front of them was actually a charming person.
The two of them were slightly surprised, but they didn't say anything.
Su Xing was touched by the sweet voice of "brother" and said happily: "Then let me give you another poem as a greeting gift!"
"Thank you, Brother Chen!" Sudan was absolutely delighted.
Su Xing wrote "The Golden Thread" by Sima Chao (yǒu) in the Song Dynasty. He also changed the concubine to me and the Qiantang River to Hengtang River.
In this way, the shadow of the prostitute is hidden, which is more suitable for the Su Xiaoxiao in front of her.
"I originally lived on the Hengtang River. Flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the year. Swallows carry the spring scenery away in their mouths, and there are a few bursts of yellow plum rain through the screen windows. A rhinoceros is inserted sideways to comb the clouds, and the sandalwood board is tapped, singing the golden thread. Looking at the passing clouds... ….Looking for a place, dreaming back to the bright moon…Nanpu.”
Su Xing finished writing and Sultan also finished reading.
There seemed to be tears in her eyebrows, and it seemed that this word expressed her inner feelings, especially the last two sentences, "Looking through the clouds and finding nowhere, dreaming back to the bright moon and being born in Nanpu" moved her very much.
For her, that kind of beautiful love is like clouds, nowhere to be found. When she wakes up in the middle of the night, she can only see the lonely moon hanging in the sky, and she and she forget to comfort each other.
"Thank you, brother! Xiaoxiao likes it very much!"
As he spoke, Sudan's tears still flowed out.
Su Xing felt sad for a while. Unexpectedly, this seemingly naughty sister actually cried. Crying meant that she understood the meaning of the words.
"It's my brother's fault for making Xiaoxiao cry! I'm sorry!"
"Brother, how can I say sorry? It's too late to express my gratitude even though my brother can write such a small message!" After Sudan finished speaking, he realized that he couldn't cry and immediately turned into a charming smile.
This smile was really like pear blossoms, charming and charming, and instantly made the whole palace shine.
Su Xing was a little confused and almost fell into it, thinking that women in this world are really scary. He hurriedly said: "I'm honored to be able to meet my little sister today, but it's getting late. Brother, I have to go back, so let's just say goodbye!"
Su Xing quickly ran away.
Sudan was anxious for a while. She really wanted to talk to this brother again. How could she just leave? And she didn't know when she would see him next time.
Fortunately, at this time, Ling Er said:
"Master Chen, no, there are still a bunch of people waiting to see you downstairs?" As he said that, Ling Er also grabbed Su Xing.
"What's going on?" Su Xing felt a little dizzy.
Ling Er immediately told the whole story.
Su Xing sweated profusely, thinking that being famous was really troublesome. He was busy spreading Chinese poetry in the world, but he forgot that he was really famous and had many fans. However, the feeling of being a star grew unconsciously.
"Forget it, let's meet then!"
"How about Master Chen sing a new poem on the spot, so that Baihuafang and Su Daban can be easily explained!" Ling Er immediately pushed the envelope, but he couldn't figure out Su Xing's routine, so he separated Baihuafang and Su Daban. They were all carried out.
Ling Er didn't know Su Xing's change of mind. Su Xing hummed, but pretended to be serious and said: "I won't do this next time!"
Ling Er was overjoyed.
Everyone immediately followed him downstairs. It feels like walking behind Brother Chen, a dreamlike feeling, and I also look forward to Brother Chen reciting it himself!
After a while, they arrived at the stairs on the first and second floors of the hall, where Su Xing was surrounded by people.
"Master Chen is so handsome!"
"Hello, Master Chen!"
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, you are finally here!"
The male and female guests all cheered.
"Everyone, thank you for your love and waiting. Master Chen has important matters to go back early, but before he goes back, he promised to recite a new composition for everyone!"
"Wow! Reciting a new work live"
"Okay! What a genius! He has a new work!"
"Master Chen!!"
"Mr. Chen!!"
In an instant, there was thunderous applause and waves of screams.
Su Xing also deeply felt the enthusiasm of the fans and was a little moved in his heart.
"I will recite a love poem and give it to everyone. I hope you can find your own beloved! However, after reciting it, you must let me leave!"
Su Xing seems to have a reputation for foresight.
However, Su Xing still didn't have enough foresight. He only heard one person say: "Master Chen, it's so hard to come here, how can you just leave after reciting it?"
"Yes, Master Chen, I also want to sing your poems to you!"
"Master Chen, you can't leave!"
"You... don't agree?"
Su Xing was stunned for a while. He didn't expect that the fans in this world were more arrogant than those on Earth.
"Of course I don't agree!"
A woman responded instantly and shouted. This woman was the beautiful woman who came in before the Sultan.
