"There is painting within the poem, and there is poetry within the painting!"
Immediately afterwards, the ladies on the flower boat waved their hands, wanting this man to get on their flower boat.
Obviously, this person's poems passed the test and made these boating ladies very satisfied.
Someone exclaimed: "Oh my God, that's Lan Kao in our city. His poetry is absolutely first-class. In our city, he is second to none, and no one dares to be first."
Someone revealed the man's identity.
Suddenly, there was a cry of exclamation all around.
Who doesn't know the name Nandiao in the streets and alleys? This is simply a superstar in the literary world. His elegant name is poetic, just like the poems he wrote. Every time he talks about this name, it makes all the ladies blush.
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Everyone looked at this southern tune with envy.
They wish they could transform themselves into a southern tune now, and then compose a poem to make the hearts of all the ladies flutter for them. Then they would hug each other, go up to the pavilion in the lake, drink and chat, and take a nap, ah,
What a wonderful life!
Some people even turned this idea into a poem. When it was sung, it left people speechless!
It seemed like these people were staring closely at Lan Wither, wanting to see which flower boat he was going to get on. The ladies all blushed with excitement, hoping that Lan Wither would choose her.
But Lan Qiao did not do this. Under everyone's horrified eyes, he walked towards a direction by the lake, that is, the direction of Liu Qingrou...
Ye Qian naturally noticed this scene.
I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart: "Women are such a disaster!"
We had just finished dealing with Li Ruluo's matter, and now another Lan withered came. Ye Qian really felt a headache.
Na Lanqiao walked up to Liu Qingrou, her posture was very elegant, and she bowed slightly: "Xiaosheng Lanqiao, I would like to invite the girl to sit in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. I wonder if the girl is willing?"
Seeing that Lan Qiao's target was actually Liu Qingrou, the onlookers were not surprised.
They had noticed Liu Qingrou before. Although they could not see her face, her unique temperament, which surpassed all others, had already made them feel itchy.
It's a pity that many people came and didn't even look at this beauty, let alone talk to her. This really hurt their hearts.
I heard someone talking in low voices.
"But this time it was Lan Sui who passed by. Lan Sui is simply the nemesis of beauties. What kind of beauty would not be happy after seeing him?"
"Of course, even if this iceberg beauty is so cold, when she meets Lan withered, even if she is really an iceberg, she will melt."
"Lan Tuo is not only a talented person, he is handsome and unrestrained, and the jade tree stands in the wind, which makes people fascinated. Moreover, his words are like a poem made from heaven. Who can resist that kind of temptation?"
"Fellow Taoist is right. Even if I am a man, my heart will beat fast when I see Lan Withered!"
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Hearing the discussion of these people, Lan Qiao's face flashed with confidence, and then his eyes were like the stars in the sky, looking at Liu Qingrou sincerely.
The young ladies on the flower boat were so taken aback by Lan Qi's serious scene that their eyes were blurred and they were about to hallucinate.
Immediately when they looked at Liu Qingrou, their jealousy was clearly revealed. However, when they saw Liu Qingrou's pure and pure temperament, they felt ashamed...
"That man is going to be miserable. I think it was hard for him to date such a beautiful woman, right? I didn't expect that his adult beauty will be taken away by Lan Duo. How miserable!"
Someone said in a voice that seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be sympathetic.
After hearing this, Ye Qian's forehead was covered with dense black lines.
When Liu Qingrou saw Lan Qiao coming over to invite her, she didn't move at all. She said softly: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."
She just said something polite, but her cold aura made the people around her feel inaccessible. Even Lan Zuo seemed to regard her as an illusory fairy, which he could not blaspheme.
"this……"
Originally, when facing many beauties, Lan Qiao could act freely and talk flirtatiously, but when facing Liu Qingrou, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Then, his eyes fell on Ye Qian, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said to Ye Qian: "Fellow Taoist, why don't you write a poem? With such a beautiful woman by your side, your poetry ability must be the same.
Top level, please give me some advice."
Although Lan Zuo said it so politely, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.
He couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman was not moved when he came over, but she fell in love with this young man? He didn't see anything special about him!
Therefore, he asked this man to compose a poem, and if the poem he composed was not as good as his own, then the beauty would be very embarrassed.
And that's when it's your chance.
Lan Qiao was thinking about all this.
At this time, other people and the ladies on the flower boat all focused their attention on Ye Qian, wanting to know how much this person weighed.
After all, the Wangyue Lake Lantern Festival is a place for literati. He must write a poem or two when he comes here, right? Otherwise, it won’t make sense.
Liu Qingrou's beautiful eyes flickered, she looked at Ye Qian, and said softly: "If you feel upset here, we can go to another place."
She and Ye Qian came here with no intention of going to the Lake Pavilion. They just talked about it casually before, mainly to relax.
But I didn't expect that someone would come to make things difficult for Ye Qian and ask Ye Qian to compose poems. This was unexpected. Moreover, Ye Qian was highly skilled in cultivation and must have spent most of his time practicing. For something like composing poems,
, he probably won’t.
But after hearing what Liu Qingrou said, Lan Tiao followed closely and said to Ye Qian: "Is it possible that fellow Taoist monks don't know how to write poetry at all?"
This Wangyue Lake Lantern Festival is full of literati. If someone who can't recite poems appears here, everyone will look down upon him.
When Lan Zuo said this, these people also looked at Ye Qian jokingly, wondering what Ye Qian would do.
Ye Qian is definitely riding a tiger now. If he can't write poetry, he will be ridiculed, but if he can write poetry, he will definitely not be as good as Lan Qian.
At that time, it will also be embarrassing.
This is a dilemma.
Liu Qingrou also thought of this, frowned, and said to Ye Qian: "Let's go."
Seeing Liu Qingrou say it twice in a row, these people probably knew that this person must not be good at writing poetry.
Involuntarily, there was a sound of ridicule.
"Writing poetry, right?"
At this time, Ye Qian suddenly spoke: "Although I don't know much about this aspect, there is still no problem in writing one or two poems."
Hearing Ye Qian say this, not only Lan Tuo was happy, but also the onlookers were overjoyed. If this person doesn't know what to do, just do it, and he has to do it forcefully, just to save face in front of the beautiful woman.
Well, but he didn't know that when his poems were finished, he would not feel ashamed when compared with those written by Na Lancao.
Liu Qingrou was also slightly startled.
Just when everyone was anticipating it and thinking of words to use to ridicule Ye Qian's poem, Ye Qian finally felt it and said: "South Peak, North Peak, a lake in the mist. When spring comes, I am worried about killing Nong."
This is the top line of the poem. After finishing it, Ye Qian sighed: "The husband's intention is strong, the concubine's intention is strong, the oil wall chariot is light and the man's horse is riding, meeting Jiuli Pine."
After the poem was finished, the scene was quiet.
Looking at the onlookers at this time, the originally mocking expressions seemed to have fallen into deep thinking for a moment. It could also be said that they were immersed in the artistic conception of Ye Qian's poem.
This poem is simply something that people can relate to. The poem can trigger other people's thinking, and can make others enter the artistic conception of the poem. They feel like a poet, in the midst of that wonderful scenery, and they can't extricate themselves.
It took a long time for these people to wake up.
The poem written by Ye Qian has reached a state, transcending the world, like a fairy poem, and it is completely incomparable to the poem written by Lan Qian.
When these people woke up, the way they looked at Ye Qian changed.
This unattractive man did not expect to reach such a level of poetry. They were both literati and knew how valuable the poem Ye Qian had written was.
Lan Tiao was also stunned on the spot.
He didn't dare to look up at Ye Qian now. He was so graceful just now, giving advice here, but since he heard the poem written by Ye Qian, he couldn't believe it. He felt that the poem he wrote was simply rubbish, and
This comparison is like heaven and earth.
This is an idea that comes to you involuntarily.
When he came to his senses, he took three or four steps back. The last mouthful of blood spurted out, and he almost fainted.
The embarrassment and shame made him feel ashamed.
However, the onlookers now did not notice the scene of Lan withering. Their eyes were all focused on Ye Qian, just like believers.
The endless poetry lingered in their hearts and could not be dissipated for a long time.
The ladies on the flower boat were all blushing and waving to Ye Qian, wishing they could get off the flower boat and pull Ye Qian onto their boat.
At this time, Ye Qian was looking at Liu Qingrou who looked shocked. She was still in shock. Before she could react, Ye Qian took her hand and went to a flower boat where no one was sitting.
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"ah"
Only then did Liu Qingrou wake up. Feeling the warmth in her hands, she was at a loss. Her heart was like a deer bumping around, and her pretty face was all red.
She could be calm and unhurried in front of any attractive man, but every little move made by Ye Qian made her flustered and swayed.
There is another rule here, that is, if your poem is appreciated by the flower boat lady, you can board the lake pavilion alone without the company of the rowing girls...