Inside the iron clock, Ye Qiu sneezed and said to himself, "Who is scolding me?"
"Mr. Ye, are you okay?" The woman leaned against Ye Qiu's body, holding his arms tightly with both hands.
"I'm fine." Ye Qiu said, "Miss Rou'er, how are you?"
"Master Ye, I'm cold..." the woman said.
Ye Qiu did not hesitate and immediately sent a ray of true energy into the woman's body. However, the woman shivered even more.
"Mr. Ye, I'm so cold, can you... give me a hug?" the woman said shyly.
Ye Qiu said, "I have strange fire, how about..."
"I'm afraid of fire," the woman said.
Ye Qiu was stunned, I've never seen you afraid of fire before?
I understand, you saw that I was handsome, so you wanted to take advantage of me, right?
Huh, she is such a superficial woman, she only knows how to look at her face.
Ye Qiu hugged the woman into his arms, and in an instant, the faint fragrance rushed into his nostrils, which smelled particularly good.
"Are you feeling better now?" Ye Qiu asked.
"It's better." The woman asked, "Mr. Ye, who are you?"
"I am a good person." Ye Qiu replied.
"Puch -" the woman laughed and said, "I know you are a good person, but I want to ask, what is your identity?"
What's the meaning?
Want to find out more about me?
Ye Qiu said, "Didn't I tell you before? I am just a casual cultivator."
"You lied to me." The woman said, "You are so young and so strong, how could you be a casual cultivator?"
"Master Ye, are you from the Qingyun Sword Sect?"
Ye Qiu asked, "Why do you say that?"
The woman said, "Your swordsmanship is superb. Looking at the entire cultivation world, only the Qingyun Sword Sect is a swordsman."
Ye Qiudao: "There is no rule that casual cultivators cannot practice swordsmanship?"
The woman said, “But the town where we met at that time,
It is on the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty and borders the Eastern Barren. I guess you must have come from the Eastern Barren."
"You are so smart." Ye Qiu said, "Yes, I am from the Eastern Wasteland, and I have some relationship with the Qingyun Sword Sect, but I am not a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect."
"A few years ago, I met a senior from the Qingyun Sword Sect by chance. The senior saw that I had good talent in cultivation and cherished talents, so he taught me several sword skills."
The woman didn't believe it, "That's it?"
Ye Qiu said, "What else?"
The woman did not pursue the question further and asked, "Master Ye, your poems are so good, who taught you?"
Ye Qiu replied, "I said I copied it. Do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." The woman said, "If someone else could write such poems, my reputation would have spread throughout the world of cultivation. I have no reason not to know. Therefore, those poems were written by you."
"Mr. Ye, was someone teaching you to write poetry since you were a child?"
If you don't believe it, then you can only lie.
"I taught myself." Ye Qiu said.
"Mr. Ye, you are so amazing." The woman said, "I heard from my teacher before that there are some geniuses in the world who can reach heights that others cannot reach in their lifetime without studying. It is difficult to find one such person among millions of people.
It feels so good to think that I have met you."
"Mr. Ye, have you ever written poems for other women before?"
"No." Ye Qiu thought to himself, although I have extraordinary medical skills, I really know nothing about writing poetry.
The woman's eyes flashed with an inexplicable look and she said, "Mr. Ye, can you write another song for me?"
Ye Qiu was a little speechless.
What is going on in this woman's mind?
The most important thing right now, shouldn't be to find a way out?
Ye Qiu said, "Miss Rou'er
, We have been trapped here for a long time. If we don’t get out, my friends and Uncle Zhu will be worried. Let’s find a way to get out!”
"Master Ye, can you write me another poem? Please." The woman raised her head and said with a begging look on her face.
Ye Qiu lowered his head and saw the woman's flawless face, his heart palpitated a little.
However, he quickly suppressed the throbbing.
He admitted that the woman was very beautiful, but he did not want to cross the line until he understood her origins.
"Master Ye, please." The woman begged again.
The look in her eyes was full of expectation, which was really hard to refuse, so Ye Qiu had no choice but to agree.
"Okay, then I'll write one."
Ye Qiu began to recall the poems he had memorized in his mind. Finally, he remembered a poem and recited it softly.
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is darkly rising."
"The color of grass and the light of smoke are compared to the inside. There is no words to say who would lean on the fence."
"I'm going to get drunk on the madness. I'll sing to the wine, and the music will be tasteless."
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty."
When he finished reading, the woman was stunned.
A picture emerged in her mind,
On top of a tall building, a handsome young man stood leaning on a railing. The thin spring breeze blew in his face. He stared into the distance, and the endless spring sorrow seemed to rise quietly from the sky, lingering in his heart.
The surrounding scenery seemed to echo his inner emotions. The grass-colored smoke looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun, and a silent feeling of loneliness invaded him.
He tried to numb himself with wine and found solace in singing, but it was all in vain.
His heart was still empty and tasteless, and he could not get rid of the deep longing. His clothes became wider and his body became thinner, but he did not regret it. For the sake of the person he missed, he was willing to endure this.
All pain and suffering, even if you are haggard.
This is not spring sorrow, it is clearly lovesickness!
The best thing about this poem is that it is clear that "spring sorrow" means "lovesickness", but it is still unwilling to say it clearly. It just reveals some information between the lines. When it is about to be written, it stops and changes the pen and ink, so vague and confusing.
, thousands of twists and turns, until the last sentence, the truth is revealed.
In the last two sentences of the poem, lovesickness broke out before, but ended abruptly, and the passion reverberated, full of contagion.
"Are you satisfied with this word?" Ye Qiu suddenly asked.
When the woman came back to her senses, her heart was pounding like a deer, "pounding" non-stop.
"My belt is getting wider and I don't regret it anymore. I feel so sick because of Yi. What a beautiful sentence and such unswerving feelings. Is Mr. Ye confessing his love to me?"
The woman thought about it, secretly raised her head to glance at Ye Qiu's face, and quickly lowered her head, her earlobes feeling hot.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qiu asked aloud, not knowing that the woman was thinking.
The woman quickly covered it up and said, "Mr. Ye, your poem is so well written."
Just kidding, can the lyrics written by the greatest love saint of all time be bad?
You know, when this old man was alive, he had countless female fans. Even after he died, a group of brothel girls collected money to bury him.
"Mr. Ye, did you write this poem for me?"
When the woman asked this question, her heart was in her throat and she was extremely nervous.
"Of course, there are only two of us here. Who else could I write to if I didn't write to you?" Ye Qiu asked, "Do you like it?"
"I like it, I like it so much." The woman nodded happily.
"Isn't it time to show off?" Ye Qiu said.
Hearing this, the woman's face turned red with embarrassment, and then she didn't know where the courage came from. She took the initiative to bring her small cherry mouth to Ye Qiu's lips and touched it lightly.
