Shi Feng was stunned. He knew that Qin Shuo was acting and he would not be infected.
What shocked him was not Qin Shuo's deep love, but the short paragraph that Qin Shuo read.
He is a man of letters, and he knows how to appreciate poetry. If you give him ten thousand years, he will not be able to write such poetry.
He lost. He thought that his literary talent could surpass Qin Shuo and that he could replace Qin Shuo.
But the facts told him that the literary talent he was so proud of was nothing in front of Qin Shuo.
Shifeng smiled bitterly: "He must have read the poem I gave Lord Fox. Putting such a poor work in front of a master like him, it's just trying to do the same thing. He must have laughed out loud."
Shi Feng didn't know that it was his poetry that made Qin Shuo reluctantly put together a paragraph,
Not only did Qin Shuo not laugh out loud, he was also grateful to Shi Feng's eighteen generations of ancestors.
Among the many people present, the one who was most shocked was none other than Feng Ze.
Feng Ze was so annoyed with Qin Shuo that even if Jiuqu forced him to apologize to Qin Shuo, he couldn't help but apologize.
He didn't want Qin Shuo's poems at all,
Therefore, if Qin Shuo hadn't been "sad to the core", "feeling something in his heart" and really recited it out of emotion, Feng Ze wouldn't have known what he had missed.
Based on the situation Qin Shuo is facing now, he is cursing Jiuqu by reciting this poem.
But since Feng Ze was thinking about his wife's death, Qin Shuo's simple words directly touched his heart.
"Ten years of life and death...without thinking...unforgettable..."
Feng Ze recalled how he missed his deceased wife while practicing over the past hundreds of years.
The sadness and pain of being alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, with nowhere to talk, scratched his heart like a sharp knife.
Qin Shuo did not recite the entire poem, but just the first two sentences caused Feng Zewu to bleed.
Feng Ze bowed to Qin Shuo: "Little brother, I'm sorry."
This time the apology truly comes from the heart.
Qin Shuo pretended to be extremely aggrieved after being misunderstood. He looked up at Feng Ze with teary eyes.
Feng Zedao: "Little brother, can you read out the complete poem to me? If I do what I say, I will teach you the sword skills."
Qin Shuo's heart skipped a beat: "Nah... I thought about it for two days and two nights. The human figure didn't lose its hair, but the paint on the wine bowl was about to fall off. Then I barely remembered the sentence, where did you ask me to get it for you?"
A whole poem?”
He looked at Feng Ze's "fluttering" eyes, thousands of grass and mud horses galloping above his head,
He pretended to be still sobbing with sadness, but in reality his CPU was overheating and he was looking for excuses like crazy.
He took a deep breath, pulled up the artificial snot, and said with an affectionate expression: "Senior, what you are asking for...is it really poetry? Madam Izumi Youzhi, what she wants is really your wandering and wandering in your later years.
Displaced?"
Feng Ze was stunned.
Qin Shuo continued: "My wife can make you remember your whole life. She must be a good wife and mother. Do you think she can really bear to watch you suffer all the time? You should have descendants, and your descendants should still be waiting for you at home.
Well, they are worried about you every day, afraid that you will fall on the way to find poetry."
Feng Ze was given a slap on the head!
Qin Shuo continued: "It doesn't matter whether the poem is poetry or not. If you like it, I can give you hundreds of poems with just one fart."
"Really?"
"Fake!"
"..."
Cold sweat dripped from Qin Shuo's forehead. Damn it, he almost overturned.
He continued: "You have been searching for poems for decades, and my poem is definitely not the only one that can touch your heart, but you just don't want it, why? Because you are not looking for poems, you are trying to atone for your sins, and you refuse to accept it.
It’s not that other people’s poems are bad, it’s that you are unwilling to forgive yourself.”
Qin Shuo sighed: "Let yourself go, let your wife go, go home, have your children and grandchildren around you, and enjoy your old age in peace. This is the poetry you want, and it is also the poetry my wife wants."
When Qin Shuo said something, the sound reached his ears,
Not only Feng Ze, but also everyone present was moved by Qin Shuo's words.
Men bite their lips, women swallow more,
Feng Ze's servants had tears in their eyes.
Shifeng sighed and shook his head: "I'm so ridiculous. What can I compare to such a transparent person?"
Jiu Qu was held by Qin Shuo. She looked up and could see Qin Shuo's lips. The words he spoke were slowly spoken between the opening and closing of his lips.
It seemed like she had just met Qin Shuo for the first time. She didn't know that Qin Shuo could say such words.
Feng Ze put his hands together in salute, raised them forward, and bowed deeply to Qin Shuo: "Thank you little brother for your heartfelt words, I... have understood."
Qin Shuo stuck out his tongue fiercely with his will: "Damn it, I can get this back, I'm really a genius!"
Feng Ze paid a great tribute to Qin Shuo, and he did not feel that he had lost his identity. He suddenly wanted to see his heir.
"A few days ago, I received a letter from home saying that the family had a new baby..."
As soon as the big stone that had been weighing on Feng Ze's heart for hundreds of years was put down, he felt relaxed all over, and even the moonlight turned into his wife's gentle hands, gently holding him in her arms.
He turned to the servant and said, "Go home!"
The servants cheered,
After decades, Feng Ze is not the only one who is homesick.
They were all grateful to Qin Shuo and bowed deeply to Qin Shuo.
And the servant who had stolen Qin Shuo's money took out a large bag of gold and silver from his arms and hurriedly delivered it to Qin Shuo.
Qin Shuo wanted a lot of gold and silver. When he saw Feng Ze, he turned around and wanted to run away. He was so anxious that he died.
What about sword tactics?
You walk so coolly, but I can't even get a piece of shit from you?
But what he said before has established a noble image for him. If he reaches out and asks for payment now, then his image will be completely ruined...
finally……
Face is still no match for benefits,
Qin Shuo shouted in a low voice: "Senior...have you forgotten something? It doesn't matter whether the sword is a sword or not. I just don't want senior to become someone who breaks his word."
Feng Ze then slapped his forehead and asked his servant to send a sword manual to Qin Shuo.
Qin Shuo hurriedly reached out and took it.
His nine-curved body had been unable to support him, and the back of his head hit the ground!
Jiuqu's eyes widened. She didn't believe it at all. The guy in front of her, who was so greedy for profit and unrighteousness, was the lover who just kept shouting, "My wife, don't die."
Qin Shuo looked at Jianjue with a smile, but the name on the cover immediately made his face freeze.
He asked Feng Ze: "Ask about the Three Swords? Isn't it the art of sword control?"
Feng Ze was also surprised: "How could it be sword-controlling? Sword-controlling is the foundation of my sect, a secret that cannot be passed on to others. How could I exchange it for poetry?"
"You didn't tell me earlier."
"I told you so!"
Everyone onlookers nodded,
Feng Ze did say it, but he always said it at the beginning, and every time he started, Qin Shuo was not there.
Qin Shuo was so wronged that Bao Bao felt bitter, but Bao Bao didn't say anything.