When he heard that Shen Lie had written another poem, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but be slightly shocked. He stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand and looked over in surprise with his bright eyes wide open.
She looked at Shen Lie's naive face and was stunned. She was frightened by this strange man. Maybe she had never seen such a prolific poet.
Although in the Ming Dynasty, the imperial examination was too developed, scholars all over the world were keen on the Four Books and Five Classics, eight-legged essays, and regarded poetry as an unpopular path.
As a result, the status of poetry in the Ming Dynasty was not even as high as the story novels, travel notes, or even the Water Margin.
But poetry is difficult to create after all.
It is rare for a person to be able to make such a good sentence as "Despite countless hardships and hardships, he is still tenacious, regardless of the winds from the east, west, east, and west" throughout his life.
She never expected that the person in front of her would actually take out such masterpieces one after another as if he was performing magic!
This person...
What a geek.
So Zhang Jingxiu, who was shocked, looked at Shen Lie with a pair of bright eyes. After a long time, he whispered expectantly: "Where is the poem?"
Shen Lie was waiting for this sentence. After hearing this, he quickly took out the rice paper with the poem written on it from his arms, unfolded the folded rice paper, and laid it flat on the gorgeous table.
But soon Shen Lie felt that something was wrong. The low-quality rice paper he bought for a few pennies had become wrinkled after being carried in his arms all afternoon.
So Shen Lie quickly stretched out his hand and pressed a few times on the folds, but he couldn't press it down, making him look very funny.
Even Zhang Kui couldn't bear to watch this embarrassing scene anymore, so he quickly covered his face with his hands and looked away...
This man was good at composing poetry, but he was too informal. He often did some funny things that made people laugh until they burst into tears.
In embarrassment.
Seeing the sweat on Shen Lie's forehead, Miss Zhang couldn't hold it in any longer. She finally burst out laughing and quickly covered her face with a fan.
There is a pleasant atmosphere in the air.
Shen Lie blushed and quickly pressed down the wrinkles. Then, Miss Zhang's bright eyes fell on the poignant and moving poem, and the unsightly magic technique came into view.
Zhang Jingxiu curled her lips and frowned slightly. She felt that Brother Shen's calligraphy was too terrible. This level...
Probably about the same as a teenage boy.
Then Zhang Jingxiu was stunned, her little mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't help but softly recited: "The sky is covered with frost on the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the old age. We are alone and only look at each other to protect each other. We only envy the mandarin ducks...not the immortals."
In the small living room, the air suddenly became quiet.
In an instant.
Time passed minute by minute, no one spoke, and time seemed to have stagnated. Zhang Jingxiu, the round-faced maid, and even the uneducated Zhang Kui were stunned.
Several people savored the artistic conception of this poem carefully.