Chapter 270: Secret Love

The room next door was speechless for a long time, and he must be a little moved. A famous Qinhuai scholar like Wang Yue does not lack money, but only owes a steady and good man. Tan Yuanchun is quite talented, steady and mature, and has a crazy look. No matter who sees it, he can see it.

They are all people who can be entrusted to life. This infatuated person is still the leader of the Jingling Poetry School. He is elegant and handsome, and he is definitely tall, rich and handsome.

Liu Zihua also frowned, and finally couldn't help but vent his anger for his lover: "Although it is strange, it is not a good product. The fish speaks neutrally, and the flowers bloom and the shadows are slanted. Use strange characters, which are dangerous but difficult to understand. The sentences

I am struggling, my writing style is difficult, I am not able to communicate, I am not able to communicate."

Her comments calmed the students. Liu Sanjue, a girl from Jiangnan, called him a female middle school bachelor, naturally did not come in vain, and it was a big deal to take action for her husband.

Ma Cheng suddenly realized and said loudly: "That is, the fish are neutral, the flowers are blooming and the shadows are slanted, and the rhymes are purely for the sake of rhyme, which is a mess."

As soon as I said that I knew it was wrong, I was afraid I would be caught and couldn't get rid of the conversation.

Sure enough, more than twenty students outside laughed and shouted: "Does the vulgar military man understand poetry?"

"I think I understand. No matter how poor Kaiyuan is, you can always buy a few Tang poems and Song Yuan."

Amid the shouting, Tan Yuanchun said with great grace: "Miss Liu was wrong. The ancients' spirit was just a quiet and single feeling, so-called loneliness, single intentions, and spirituality. I wonder if everyone Liu agrees?"

Liu Zi was speechless, and no matter how he distinguished his talents, his poems were no match for him. He became silent. The outsiders were even more agitated, and dirty words emerged one after another.

Tan Yuanchun took a big sip of wine and said frankly: "Sir Ma feels that the following poem is not messed up, but I think it is the master of the poem. Why not make it to open your eyes? Yue Niang, what do you think?"

Ma Cheng shouted, but he was caught and refused to let go of his mouth. He couldn't stand it and wanted to shave his mouth.

The juren shouted loudly and beat the ridges of the fields into a mess. In the next room, Wang Yue distinguished it: "Yuanchun, you are too much, you are too bullying."

As soon as they finished speaking, the elect urged: "If you can't write poetry, you dare to comment on poetry. You're shameless."

"A rough man in the army, even if he doesn't know a single word, he dares to learn to discuss poetry, which is shameless."

Amid the screams, Ding Wenchao rolled up his sleeves and rushed out to beat someone. He was stopped by Ma Cheng. He lost no one but lost the formation. He went out to beat someone when he was rumored. His reputation became even worse. With the shamelessness of Jiangnan literati

Maybe what it is said is, reputation should be stinking. Ma Cheng didn't care about reputation at first, but just looked at his concubine's angry face. The peerless beauty in the next room was speechless for a long time and her heart became angry.

Then Tan Yuansheng said excitedly again: "Can't you do it? You can't even write a wrong poem. Yue Niang is called a beauty bachelor and a lifelong man. She can't be a rash man who is not knowledgeable about literature. How can she talk about marriage?"

Wang Yue was silent next door. Ma Chengxin said this right. He had no common language. He couldn't grow up. His expression was a bit strange. He was almost convinced by this person. This is the real sweet talk. He was a talented man and a beautiful man.

The play is such a touching lover.

Liu Zihua was helpless and regretful to attract his friend in the boudoir to his side. He was humiliated by his lover for nothing and did something bad. Ma Cheng looked at her in a hurry and felt sweet in his heart. She was almost twenty-five years old this year.

At the age of twenty-five, she was over the age of getting married and was an older single woman. She attracted Wang Yue because she was afraid that she would lose her lust and would no longer be pampered, so she tried her best to please herself.

This beautiful beauty is actually quite fragile. When she lived alone in the capital, I thought she had suffered from insomnia many times. This is the case in this era. I don’t know that a thousand golds can’t buy a lover, so I got tired of her. Here,

It was common in the Ming Dynasty. How many people really favored her and loved her. This is the sorrow of women in this era, and lifelong happiness is placed on men.

After a soft heart, he stopped hesitating and said loudly: "There is a slander poem."

More than 20 scholars outside were quiet at first, then laughed wildly, ridiculing: "Since you are a wrong poem, don't show your eyes."

"It's not easy for a few bad poems that can be written by a rough man in the army. Let's listen."

Liu Zihua looked at her lover in surprise, and Ma Cheng looked down at her pretty face lovingly, feeling pity in his heart, and the two of them could no longer tolerate others in their eyes. Ma Cheng really remembered several poems of the Qing Dynasty, because the border outpost was too

It’s boring, and there is no other entertainment except practicing calligraphy and reading books. I can almost memorize several large bundles of "Zhiyin" magazines. There are actually a few poems in the Qing Dynasty, of course, all of which are the best among the poems, and there is really one that suits the scene.

After thinking for a while, Ma Cheng said in a deep voice: "Would you like to write poetry be quiet and simple? Is it Brother Tan's suggestion?"

Amid the laughter, Tan Yuanchun said proudly: "Yes, General Ma Zhen asks for advice."

Ma Cheng gently held the beautiful woman's slender hand and said loudly: "Jiading Sun Yuan, and Tan Sheng."

It was quiet outside and listened intently. Sun Yuan and Tan Sheng were the topic. Liu Zihua leaned over as gentle as water, and the fragrance made Ma Cheng's heart warm and sweet.

After a moment of thought, he recited: "A straw raincoat, a hat and a small boat."

The scholars outside laughed loudly, and some people shouted, "Classic, cliché, unbearable."

Liu Zihua was also quite ashamed. The first sentence of this poem was really vulgar. The straw raincoat, hat, and small boat were long been written by the Tang and Song dynasties. There were a few people who could write good things. The man was so proud of this tone.

Too big.

Outside, Tan Sheng laughed cheerfully: "Do you want to imitate the Tang and Song dynasties? You are so brave, but it's like a toad that swallows the sky."

Liu Zihua felt that he had no face to see others, and Sun Yuanhua blushed embarrassedly. It was not easy to imitate the Tang and Song dynasties. Tang and Song dynasties were the peak of poetry. This vulgar first sentence is not good. If you can't follow it well, it's Dong Shi's imitation. Handan learns to walk, and it's like seven or eight years old.

Children learn from the old master to act in a deep state, and they will inevitably lose their ugly faces.

But Ma Cheng thought leisurely: "One zhang silk is one inch of hook."

The outside suddenly became quiet, and the beauty in her arms suddenly looked up. Her big eyes, which were clearly black and white, were full of surprise. This sentence was quite interesting, and it made people shine and strange.

Sun Yuanhua was also stunned and urged: "This is a bit interesting. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, do it slowly, don't ruin a masterpiece."

The scholars outside were clean. After a long time, Tan Yuanchun sneered: "The dusk atmosphere is so deep that it is not worth mentioning."

Liu Zihua was a little anxious, and Wang Yue in the room also stood up for nonchalantly, a little nervous.

"A song sings and wine, and one person fishes alone in the autumn river."

Poetry, quiet,

Ma Cheng couldn't help but be proud and blinked at the beauty in his arms. The beauty was already shocked, and her mouth widened and looked very playful and cute. Ma Cheng thought to himself that it was just copying poems, I would do it, so it was your fault.

Wang Yue in a room was also shocked, silently chanting alone fishing for a river and autumn. With just this sentence, she could catch up with the poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Unexpectedly, this rude military man who likes to take advantage of her had such a talent for poetry.

Thinking that he had already taken advantage of this rude military man in the past few days, Wang Yue touched his pretty face, a little hot and a little hot.

After a long time, Sun Yuanhua's surprise scream came from outside: "Good poems, great works, wonderful!"

Liu Zihua couldn't hide his emotions and said loudly: "It's really a quiet and single feeling, but he's better than Jingling's sect."

Ma Cheng is proud, isn’t it just that he wants to be alone? You hit the gun by yourself. This Qing Dynasty poem really fully demonstrates these four words. This is a slap on Mr. Tan’s face.

, One person fished alone in the autumn river, and his emotions were so quiet that it was soaring. It happened to be the height that Tan Yuanchun had sought in his life but had not reached. He felt happy in his heart, as if every pore in his body had been stretched out, it was like a
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