VIP120: Reciting Poetry and Composing Righteousness
[69 Book Bar-www.] There is still this one? Mo Qingwu smiled and met the Princess Hui's eyes. Unexpectedly, she accidentally became a rival to a royal princess. But she saw Princess Hui's eyes.
His eyes were chaotic and he shouted in a deep voice: "If you have no roots, why are you chewing on the tongue? You don't care about your identity."
The daughters of the group of daughters suddenly fell silent. The little princess looked at Mo Qingwu and said, "You are talking nonsense, girls, don't take it to your heart."
"You are polite, Princess." Mo Qingwu chuckled. He may not be able to talk nonsense, but he may not be groundless. But what does this have to do with her? He has found the wrong object to scold her.
Seeing that Mo Qingwu was neither humble nor arrogant, the little princess became a little excited and asked her with a smile: "I heard that Miss Carmen sang very well. I wonder if I have the honor to hear the girl's good news today?"
As soon as she said this, all the young masters and ladies present were intrigued. Ping An looked at Mo Qingwu and said with a smile, "I also heard from my second uncle that you sang very well, and you wrote the lyrics and music by yourself.
How about you give me a song today?”
"Miss Ping'an spoke, can Carmen still say no?" Mo Qingwu smiled, "But, can I send someone to get the 'guitar' I fell on the mansion last time?"
"Are you saying that you fell down that strange guitar? Even Ming'er is strange, 'guitar'?" Ping'an wrinkled his nose, "Uncle Second asked someone to collect it, I'll let someone pick it up."
After sending someone to pick up the piano, the young masters and ladies started chatting again. The lady named Ruolan looked at Mo Qingwu and said, "Miss Carmen can write lyrics and music by herself. I guess she is talented. Why don't we play a game?"
Haha, the one who found fault is coming? Mo Qingwu looked at the lady with a smile. Could it be that the little princess was scolded just now and there was still resentment in her heart? One was still singing a red face and the other was singing a white face. Give me a warning.
She, the brothel woman who covet General Ji, retreated? Well..., interesting. But she heard Ji Ping'an say, "What game?"
Ruolan looked at the wine pot and tea cup on the table and smiled and said, "It is better for each of us to write a poem on the topic of tea and wine to give it to Ping An."
Haha, writing a poem? I also said that I would play with her something special. Mo Qingwu laughed, but heard Feng Qing say in a muffled voice: "I know you are all talented women from Feng Qi Country, so you don't need to be
Have you played this time? You know I have no choice but to do anything about the right thing to recite poems."
The little princess smiled and said, "Forget it, Feng Qing is most afraid of this, so she doesn't have to force him to join. Let's have fun."
The princess spoke, it seemed that the game must be played. Ping An pushed Mo Qingwu with a little worried look in his eyes: "Is this... true?" Mo Qingwu smiled and patted her hand, saying
: "Since you ladies are so interested, I really can't help you." Mo Qingwu wanted to see if you are a few little girls, or if the five thousand-year-old Chinese civilization condensed on her body is more sharp
Sorry, I want to borrow your ancient poems from all dynasties.
"Since that's the case, I'll show you an ugly song first." Ruolan stood up and walked to the long desk placed on the side of the pavilion. The four treasures in the study were all available. I think these little girls were ready. Mo Qingwu
I smiled, but saw her pick up a wolf hair, write words on the spread paper, and read as she wrote:
Singing softly and changing your fame, the willow bank and the waning moonlight.
I regretted the gracefulness when I finished my wine, and a trace of it reached the dream soul.
After she finished reading, except for the little princess, several girls cheered in unison. Miss Ruolan proudly handed the written poem to the little maid, took it to the rope that was pulled aside and picked it up, turned around and said, "Next."
Who will come?"
"I'll do it." The Minister of Revenue, Mingyu, stood up and walked to the desk to pick up the pen and write. After finishing the book, he recited:
Going to a tall building alone, raining heavily, and taking red beans with drunken clothes.
When I parted, the silk silk was fragrant, and the gardenia was plump and thin.
Just after reading it, Feng Qing cried out: "Sister Mingyu's poem does not have the word "wine", which is a violation of the rules."
"Idiot." Ji Ping'an scolded him: "Who said that the word "Wine" must be in the drinking poem? It would be better to write the state of the drinking poem without writing the word "Wine"."
"Ping An is right." The little princess nodded, Mingyu smiled proudly, and the princess continued, "Would you be able to listen to Ping An's words?"
"Several sisters give me poems, do I even want to write them?" Ping'an smiled and said, "Forget it, I got one. Don't blame me for not doing it well." As he said that, he walked to the desk and wrote it, but
Without chanting, Ming Yuli stood aside and helped her read it:
The name of the twelve springs of the empty and the accumulation of the destruction of the Tao (note).
How many times I have rolled my eyes and blue eyes, how many crying marks are all the wine marks.
"It's really good." The little princess praised her. Mo Qingwu smiled and watched these daughters compete for beauty. Haha, each one of them was very talented. Even Ping'an's unruly girl had this feeling and talent, which was really rare.
Ping'an put his pen down and sat down. Mingyu smiled and looked at Su Ling and Luo Shang'er, "Do you two have them?"
"Sister Mingyu, I have it too." Su Ling smiled and said, "I'm too lazy to get up, so I'll bother Sister Mingyu to write it for me."
"Laggy." Mingyu smiled and cursed, and picked up the pen again, "Read it." Su Ling smiled and recited it:
Without changing the mountains and rivers and the old alliance, how could the young man have the whole thoughts?
The yellow flowers are lonely and full of golden cups, and they are all unforgettable love on earth.
Mo Qingwu was slightly surprised, and said, "It's all about love in the world." Unexpectedly, Miss Su looked silently, and her words were astonishing as she said. Mr. Luo's daughter, Miss Jin Shanger, smiled and said:
"You girl, this poem is a bit like this. I have one, so please help me write it." As she said that, regardless of whether she agreed or not, she started to recite it on her own:
The autumn waters of the rivers and lakes are sailing on old boats, wandering around the sky and flowing on the blue waters.
Feng Jiren watched Ping's thorn turn, and he was drunk and played the sword to count the grudges.
Haha, one is more heroic than the other. Mo Qingwu changed his mind. Who can catch up with the poet Li Bai with a heroic poem? Any song "All Become a Wine" can make you fight one by one, but you can blame him for it.
Are these little girls swaying? Mo Qingwu shook her head and smiled. Since ancient times, she has been shooting birds with guns. People who are too swaying have no good results in the end. However, she heard the little princess and smiled warmly: "Sister Su Ling and Shang'er"
My sister writes these two poems well today, but compared with my two sisters, I am not as good as my two sisters.” As she said that, she read out her poem:
I endured the sadness and wanted to cry, and asked about the cold clothes.
This time, the wind and frost will not hurt your face.
Thinking about the wine, my eyes were filled with drunkenness.
(Today's 5th update, I'm a little tired recently, but I can't be lazy! Even if Wenwen's grades are not good, I can stick to it! Because of you, Momo╭(╯3╰)╮! Happy weekend, dear, Wenwen,
The article will be finished by the end of the month. Come on in the last few days!)