Datang: Kidnapping Li Shimin at the beginning

Chapter 53 I have a poem, please advise

"Brother Changsun, thank you for reminding me this time, otherwise I would be ashamed." Du He cupped his hands and signaled that if he was fooled away by this kid with just a few words, he would definitely lose his talk in the future.

Changsun Chong shook his head, feeling tired...

Then he sighed again, got up and walked to the edge of the deck, looking at the river bank.

I don’t know how prepared Zhang Shenwei is. Li Ruoshuang is a trap that he can’t control. How can such a bunch of pig teammates not be tired, but they must not make mistakes again.

Chu Tianyi also shook his head, got up and walked to the edge of the deck, also feeling tired...

It's a waste of time to be with this group of sons and brothers, so what can we do if we trample all these people under our feet.

It's better to go back to Liu Hongji and discuss how to set up the farm first, that's the big deal.

The two raised their heads and looked at each other. At this moment, there was a feeling of sympathy.

"Brother Chu is a great talent, I admire you!"

"Brother Eldest Sun is a person, and I also admire him!"

Chang Sun Chong: ...

"Brother Chu, go back to your seat, everyone is waiting."

"Brother Changsun said, don't let everyone interrupt the progress of the literary society because of you and me."

"You just said that I am a human being, what do you mean?"

"Ahem, that's a compliment, my native dialect!"

"So it turns out, brother Chu is also a human being!"

The discussion at the beginning of the literary meeting was about poetry and songs. Everyone present had to bring out at least one poem for everyone to appreciate.

Yinniang had no expectations for this. What poems could these young men write?
It's not a copy, it's a plagiarism...

Don't look at them being upright and righteous, accusing Chu Tianyi of plagiarism, who the hell doesn't have a few scholars behind him?
So he stared at Chu Tianyi with wide eyes and resentment.

I believe you copied it, you are copying a song for Yinniang, so what?
The big deal... The big deal is to play for you for another night after the essay meeting is over.

"You're so flirtatious..." Chu Yanfu raised his head, his eyes gradually lit up with flames, wanting me to admit defeat, it doesn't exist.

He had a poem that he had been preparing for several months, pondering every word, and even asked his father for some guidance.

You wrote "Ai Lian Shuo", but these poems and essays, did you just come out of your mouth?

"I have a poem, please advise!"

Chu Yanfu walked to the center, and first bowed his hands to a young man with a scholarly temperament: "Brother Yan, please help me."

The young man stood up, took out a drawing board behind him, and said, "Since I have promised Brother Chu, I will naturally go all out."

"Yan Xuansui, he is the son of Master Yan Liben. He studied painting with Master Yan since he was a child. He is like a father, and he is a gentleman and righteous. Yinniang also admires him very much." Yinniang introduced in a low voice in Chu Tianyi's ear. road.

Among the young people in Chang'an City, not all of them were unable to go up to the fifth-floor attic of Xunfang Pavilion.

This Yan Xuansui has been there before, and even saw Yinniang's appearance.

It can even be said that Yan Xuansui is the most popular son of Xunfang Pavilion, bar none.

"It would be great if the young master could also draw portraits, and Yinniang wouldn't have to take off her veil in front of outsiders."

Character portraits are different from landscape ink paintings. It was because Yinniang saw Chu Tianyi's painting "Ai Lian Shuo" that she didn't think that he could draw a portrait of her.

"We don't know ink painting, but there's nothing wrong with sketching. When the essay meeting is over, I'll just draw one for you."

Chu Tianyi shrugged, it wouldn't take long to draw a sketch.

"Young master's words are true? It's just that this sketch is such a skill, why hasn't Yinniang heard of it?"

"You will know after the painting is finished. You still can't believe me?"

"Yinniang can trust the young master!"

At the same time, Chu Yanfu walked to the center, raised his head, and faced Yinniang sideways.

This is a pose he has studied long ago, and has also discussed it with Yan Xuansui. During the process of painting, he drew all this scene.

Moreover, the painting mainly highlights his handsomeness and Yinniang's listening attentively, and then asking Yinniang to write poems on the painting, it couldn't be more perfect.

"My Fair Lady is so cute, Ping Ping dances lightly and gracefully.

In February, cardamom is in its early years, budding and waiting to be released to find the dream of fragrance.

It's not as good as a hundred flowers blooming on the Weishui River with lights and stars. "

"Okay, what a poem!"

"This poem is wonderful. It is also a bold courtship poem. As expected of Chu Yanfu, I admire it!"

"As soon as this poem comes out, how can I show my clumsy work? It's just a joke."

"It seems that Yinniang's first song tonight will be played by our young master Chu Yanfu!"

Chu Tianyi was also a little surprised, this Chu Yanfu was actually quite talented, although this poem was not perfect, it was quite neat and the theme was clear, it was for courtship.

With Chu Yanfu's identity and background, infatuated mentality, and this poem, when combined together, ordinary women really can't resist it.

Even if this poem is placed in Xunfang Pavilion, it is a rare and excellent work.

The first sentence of the opening quotes the Book of Songs, which is a head start.

Then he praised Yinniang for her graceful posture, light and beautiful movements, and every move she made seemed to be dancing.

It's like dreaming of a cardamom flower that is just about to bloom in February, and the dream of this cardamom flower is in Xunfang Pavilion.

After waking up from the dream, you and I met at the Weishui Wenhui, and I found that all the women around me were inferior to you.

"Young master is a great talent, and this little girl admires you." Yinniang nodded, if you read it in the past, this poem by Chu Yanfu might be the leader tonight.

There is a rule in the Wenhui of Xunfang Pavilion, everyone knows that whoever writes the best poem, Yinniang will play a song for him.

If no one can surpass Chu Yanfu, then he is qualified to choose a piece of music for Yinniang to play.

"Hey, I won't show my ugliness anymore, let's just wait and listen to the music."

"Brother Fang is right, no matter who she plays for, we can hear it anyway."

"That kid, if you can't make a move, if you are afraid, just keep quiet, so as not to delay things!
"It seems that the overall situation has been settled. We only need to wait for Brother Yan to complete the painting. Tonight will be considered a success!" Chu Yanfu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked at Chu Tianyi again, his face was full of disdain.

Finally, he gained the upper hand, which made Yinniang amazed.

You just have the ability to write a poem comparable to mine. Does anyone draw a picture for you?
You are destined to be trampled under my feet and become a stepping stone: "Yinniang, if I write another poem, will you play it for me tonight?"

This question is very straightforward. When the essay meeting is over, would you like to play the piano all night.

Yinniang looked at Chu Tianyi and said resentfully: "Young Master hasn't taken action yet, do you really want Yinniang to play the piano for others tonight?"

"I still wear band-aids on my fingers. If I fiddle with you for another night, even if I hurt my hand and bleed again, I will be willing. But if you just watch me play the piano for others, what kind of bosom friend is that?"

(End of this chapter)