Qian Bixie greeted everyone, but before he started composing a poem, Zhu Qingying suddenly said with a smile: "Princess, the guard next to me can also compose poems. How about letting him compose one first?"
I think back then, "Zhao Yun" and Chen Shuang wrote poems at Qingyun Tower, which secretly helped Chen Shuang win the title. Zhu Qingying is a smart woman, and she had already guessed that the real master of the poems was Zhao Yun.
She knew how much Chen Shuang weighed, and she would never be able to make such a good sentence. This was the reason why she brought Li Xing with her today. She wanted to borrow Li Xing to gain face.
Everyone's eyes turned towards Li Xing. It didn't matter. Murong Jiaojiao among them suddenly trembled. How could this person be so familiar?
There is always that kind of person. You only need to look at him for the first time and you will feel friendly and familiar. Li Xing was undoubtedly such a person to Murong Jiaojiao at this moment. She was stunned.
Li Xing's eyes also lingered on Murong Jiaojiao for a moment, and then moved away. This little girl is now at the seventh level of Qi training, and she has made great progress.
Li Xing was not surprised that Zhu Qingying suddenly asked him to write poems. This was not the first time he had encountered this kind of thing. Therefore, as soon as Zhu Qingying spoke, he took action immediately.
No one can describe the momentum of his step. Just taking one step forward caused his entire temperament to undergo earth-shaking changes. Originally, he was like a stone, standing there, no one cared about him.
But now, as soon as he stood up, he suddenly looked like a majestic mountain rising into the sky, like a mountain standing still in the abyss, with a heavy and fierce momentum. Even the top ten national warriors in Qi training would never be able to possess this kind of momentum.
Everyone in the palace was shocked. No one despised him anymore.
"Yes." Li Xing bowed her hands, and then her eyes fell on Murong Jiaojiao, and she slowly approached.
Murong Jiaojiao only felt that wherever his eyes looked, there was a strange feeling on her body. But then, she realized that she had lost her composure, and her pretty face turned serious and she glared at Li Xing.
Li Xing walked up to her step by step, feeling quite emotional as he reunited with his old friend. At that time, when he first came to this world, he was just a poor little person in the Sanyi Garden of Qingyun City.
Now, he has reached the seventh level of Qi training and has the strength to kill tenth level national warriors. Thinking about the past, he couldn't help but sigh, and finally stopped in front of Murong Jiaojiao and smiled lightly.
Murong Jiaojiao felt that this smile was like that of an old friend. She couldn't help but wonder, had she known this person before? Or was he a childhood playmate?
Today, Murong Jiaojiao is wearing a red dress that looks like a ball of flame, with a golden embroidered phoenix on it, and a phoenix hairpin on her head, giving her a dignified and noble beauty.
Everyone was first frightened by Li Xing's sudden strong aura, and at this time, they were all waiting for Li Xing to write a poem. Everyone wanted to know what kind of good poem this guard could write.
In his previous life, there were not many words that Li Xing could remember. After thinking about it, he found a sentence that was not appropriate for the time. He smiled slightly and chanted slowly: Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces, spring breeze blows on the threshold.
Revlon. If we hadn't seen it at the top of a jade mountain, we would have seen it under the moonlight at Yaotai.
The clouds want to be as beautiful as her clothes, and the flowers want to be as beautiful as her appearance. The spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dew moistens the flowers, which are extremely beautiful. If such a natural beauty is not seen on the top of the jade mountains, it must only be under the moon.
meet.
As soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked. Even Murong Jiaojiao stood stunned on the spot. Almost instantly, she thought of a person. That person also had such a great talent, and that person also had such an unruly temperament.
"Why is he so similar to Li Xing? No wonder, no wonder I feel that way." She thought to herself.
After the rise of the Black Demon Sect, Jade Marquis Murong Tianxing changed his banner and joined the Black Demon Sect. Because of this, Murong Jiaojiao was able to come to the palace. But when Murong Tianxing joined the Black Demon Sect, he was in conflict with Li Xing's
Qi Yun's party became hostile. Therefore, the two of them had not heard from each other in the past few years.
Qian Bixie's eyes widened even more. He walked up to Li Xing in a few steps and looked up and down curiously. Like Murong Jiaojiao, he felt that the temperaments of "Zhao Yun" and Li Xing were very similar.
After reciting the poem, Li Xing smiled slightly and saluted everyone: "Funny." Then he stood back where he was. As soon as he stood back, the momentum around him shrank, and he seemed to have turned into a lifeless stone statue.
Even Zhu Qingying, the instigator of this incident, looked at Li Xing in surprise. She was not only shocked by the brilliance of Li Xing's poems, but also surprised by his strength. As far as she knew, even the tenth-level national scholar could hardly be as good as Li Xing.
The mighty momentum just now.
What's more, this person's aura can be freely controlled, and his skills are outstanding, which makes him stand out from the crowd.
"Good sentence." Princess Yurui smiled and said to the maid next to her, "Give me a seat."
Originally, the guards were not qualified to sit down, but Princess Yurui appreciated Li Xing's talent and made an exception to grant him a seat.
The two maids moved a cushion and placed it under Princess Yurui, opposite Murong Jiaojiao. Li Xing did not refuse, nodded to Zhu Qingying, and sat down in a swaggering manner.
That was the case with Li Xing. No matter who he faced, whether he was a noble emperor or a lowly beggar, he would treat them all equally. It is this kind of spiritual temperament that gives people an extraordinary feeling.
After sitting down, Li Xing looked at his nose and nose, his face expressionless.
Qian Bixie seemed to have found a treasure and didn't care about anything else. He squeezed to Li Xing's side, sat down, and introduced himself with a smile: "My younger brother Qian Bixie, may I ask for your name."
"Zhao Yun." Li Xing smiled slightly and returned the gift, "I've heard of Brother Qian's name a long time ago, and it was like thunder in my ears."
When he said this, Qian Bixie blushed and waved his hands repeatedly: "You're just kidding, my poems are worthless compared to yours! As far as I know, there is only one person in Pingguo who can compare with Xiongtai."
"Oh? I wonder who that person is?" Li Xing asked lightly.
"The man's name is Li Xing, and he has a similar temperament to my brother." Qian Bixie sighed, "Unfortunately, I have not seen him for a long time, and I don't know where he is now."
Li Xing smiled and refused to comment.
These people were all born into noble families and were extremely well-educated. When they heard Li Xing write poems, everyone admired them in their hearts.
"Bullshit! This poem is just bullshit!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd criticized loudly. Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged scribe, wearing an old blue robe, sitting upright with a look of aloofness on his face.
Li Xing's poem won a lot of praise, and Zhu Qingying was very happy. At this time, it sounded like contempt. She was curious and angry, so she asked with a smile: "Oh? Who are you? Could you be able to write a better poem than this?"
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"He is Dong Guosheng, the guest of honor of this prince." A young man spoke. The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and everyone recognized him as the sixty-year-old prince, Xiang Yu.
Li Xing was not annoyed at all when he heard someone commenting on his poems like this. Originally, he did not write this poem, he just used it casually. On the contrary, some people who liked poems looked at Dong Guosheng angrily.
Undoubtedly, their attitude was the same as that of Zhu Qingying, hoping that the other party would compose a similarly good poem.
Being watched by so many noble figures, Dong Guosheng was extremely excited. However, he remained calm on the surface, looking at everything like floating clouds. With his nostrils pointing to the sky, he reborn and snorted: "The most important thing in a poem is the scene. This person's
The poetry is simply incomprehensible and extremely low-grade!"
Li Xing laughed "haha": "I know poetry well so that Mr. Dong Guo can laugh."
Li Xing was so humble, yet so talented; Dong Guosheng was so acerbic, but unable to show his true talents. In comparison, everyone was even more disgusted with Dong Guosheng.
Dong Guosheng did not panic at all, and continued slowly: "You are self-aware, so I will write a poem to let you know what real poetry is!"
Li Xing chuckled to himself, wondering what kind of words he would come up with.
Dong Guosheng coughed slightly and chanted loudly: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
As soon as the other party said this, Li Xing, Murong Jiaojiao and others were stunned.
"Another Zhuang Renjie!" Li Xing shook his head.
Murong Jiaojiao looked even more disdainful, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Finally, Dongguo Sheng finished reciting, and looked around everyone with satisfaction, but found that some people had disdain on their faces. He was shocked, pretending to be calm, and said: "I composed this poem accidentally, please comment on it.
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"Oh, it turns out it's this poem. I've heard it before, but I didn't expect it to be composed by this person." Someone commented.
"Yeah, I never knew who the author was, but it turned out to be Dong Guosheng."
After Li Xing revealed the poem "When will the moon come out", he immediately recited it to the outside world. This Dongguo Sheng had a few taels of ink in his belly, but it was limited. However, this man had a very high heart and always wanted to rise to the top, and he was on the same level as the outstanding people in the village.
This poem was only recited externally, but no one knew who its author was. Dongguo Shengtan was so confused that he actually wanted to impersonate himself, take this poem on himself, and then use it to become famous. His behavior was as bad as
Above Zhuang Renjie.
"Shameless!"
Murong Jiaojiao and Qian Bixie exited at the same time, leaving everyone stunned and confused.
Dong Guosheng's face remained as usual and he sneered: "Why, do you two think this poem is bad?"
"The lyrics are very good, but the person is so bad that he stinks." Qian Bixie sneered, "The author of this poem is obviously someone else, how can you have the nerve to pretend to be someone else?"
Murong Jiaojiao also sighed: "I happen to know that the author of this poem does not seem to be Mr. Dong Guo."
Dong Guosheng said angrily: "What? Someone actually came out with my own words to deceive you two. It's really unreasonable!"
Li Xing and others were all stunned, okay! He took someone else's word for himself without even using it, and even bit it back. I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people!
Qian Bixie was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Dong Guosheng and opened his mouth, but could not speak.
Murong Jiaojiao, on the other hand, sneered and asked, "Since you are the original author, can you compose another one?"
Dong Guosheng shook his head and sighed: "Good poems are all obtained by chance. How can I write them just as I say?"