My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 24
Wen Renzheng became interested. Although Qi Yun had practiced martial arts since childhood, as a daughter of a provincial governor, he had been familiar with poetry and books since childhood. In the realm of Jinling, Qi Yun’s talent and reputation were notorious. If the talented woman can be called a masterpiece, it is absolutely extraordinary.

"Excellent work? How many? Could it be your latest masterpiece, Qi Liang boy? Cache it so that the old man can have a quick look."

Qi Yun carefully took out three pieces of manuscript paper from her arms and gently unfolded them and handed them to Wen Renzheng: "Grandpa Wenren, these three poems are all top-quality works, and the poems written by this little boy are not as good as those of these three poems. One percent."

Wen Renzheng only thinks that Qi Yun is self-deprecating, and I have heard of Qi Yun's reputation as a talented woman.

Wen Renzheng took the three manuscript papers at random, and Qi Yunfang's heart tightened when she saw it. She glanced at it subconsciously for a while, looking around for a while, hoping to take a sip of tea from time to time, and for a while playing with the absent-minded Liu Mingzhi, her silver teeth nibbled and secretly said: "Ben Let's see how long you can hide, girl, even pretending to be unreasonable when you write poetry so well."

As long as Qi Yun thought of it, Liu Mingzhi would definitely shout that he was wronged, and what did he pretend to do? Liu Mingzhi didn't even know that the three poems he wrote after being drunk, um...the three poems he copied.

In other words, Liu Mingzhi didn't remember what happened that night at all. The most extreme thing was that he had never been near the desk in the past few days, so Liu Mingzhi didn't know about the poems on the three pieces of rice paper.

Wen Renzheng first glanced at the poems at random, but didn't care too much. What kind of good poems and poems he has not seen at his age, he thought that Qi Yun said that these three poems were masterpieces, but they were few in the world. .

It's just that Wen Renzheng is destined to be shocked. Who would dare to say that the poems of Li Bai and Shi Kuang He Zhizhang are just ordinary masterpieces, and those poems that can be passed down for thousands of years and have been selected into textbooks, who dare to say that they are not top-quality ones. do.

Sure enough, the more Wen Renzheng looked, the more surprised he looked. After reading all three poems, he looked at Qi Yun with a surprised expression: "Yun Ya, good boy, who wrote these three poems? Can you recommend this to the old man? This old man must drink three hundred cups with everyone."

Li Zheng was attracted by the change in Wen Renzheng's expression. What kind of person is Wen Renzheng? The mountain leader of Dangyang Academy, since Dangyang Academy has the reputation of being a genius in the world, how can the length of a mountain be general? It is impossible for Li Zheng not to be moved if he can be amazed by Wen Renzheng and want to drink [-] cups of poetry.

Li Zheng approached carefully: "Teacher, I don't know if it's the poems of everyone. Can I let the disciples appreciate them. Seeing that the teacher hasn't shown such surprise for a long time, the students are very curious about these three poems."

Wen Renzheng handed out two manuscript papers to Li Zheng, and handed one to his granddaughter Wen Ren Yunshu. The two took it carefully, for fear of breaking the manuscript paper.

Liu Mingzhi also stretched out his hand to wait for Wen Renzheng to give him a piece of manuscript paper, but he didn't receive the manuscript paper after half a day. Liu Mingzhi retracted his right hand embarrassedly and complained to Wen Renzheng for a while: "Old man who is greedy for money, this is looking down on me. Ah, I don't think it's rare, isn't it just good poetry? This young master can write it himself."

Looking at the teacup in his hand, Liu Mingzhi muttered: "The teacup is really round, the tea is really sweet, the tea leaves are in the cup, whirring in circles. What a good poem, what a good poem, young master, I am a genius, so I disdain to see it. Your unseen masterpieces."

When he wrote a poem in an instant, Liu Mingzhi suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. In the blink of an eye, it was the realm of a poem. Besides me, Liu Mingzhi, I asked who else was there.

"It's very cold at the heights." Liu Mingzhi said something inexplicable.

He glanced at Liu Mingzhi unpleasantly when he heard Renzheng. He was reminiscing about the charm of the poems when he was suddenly interrupted. The feeling of that feeling can be imagined.

Li Zheng and Wenren Yun Shu also frowned unpleasantly. The meaning contained in the poems had not yet been fully tasted, and they were suddenly disappointed by Liu Mingzhi's sentence of being in a high place.

Only Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was fidgeting with nothing, with a strange expression, and carefully savoured the phrase "It's too cold to be at a high place."

Li Zheng suddenly sighed: "Only the water in the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old wave, teacher, how long has it been since you went to see the stream outside the gate of the Guozijian, the stream is still the same, but you don't want to see it, teacher. Look up."

Hearing Li Zheng's words, Wen Renzheng first fell into memory, happy and sad for a while, and smiled bitterly: "The old man once raised his head to look at the bright moon and lowered his head to think of his hometown, lest the children meet or not know each other, and ask with a smile where the guests come from, But please hear the willows in the nocturne, and the people of Sri Lanka will love their hometown."

Li Zheng heard that Wen Renzheng's words quoted sentences from three poems, and suddenly remembered that Wen Ren Yunshu still had a poem in his hand that he had not read, so he hurriedly got up and walked to Wen Ren Yunshu's side: "Girl, after reading it No, my uncle will change with you."

Wen Ren Yunshu first looked at the manuscript paper in his hand reluctantly, then smiled and handed the manuscript paper to Li Zheng.

The sound of swallowing saliva came again, Qi Yun's fist clenched with a crackling sound, and the sound of swallowing saliva really disappeared.

Li Zheng looked complicated after reading "Sounding the Flute in Jinling on a Spring Night": "Teacher, everyone must be missing their hometown. The first two poems have already been titled, expressing nostalgia for their homesickness. Back, the local accent has not changed, the hair on the temples has not yet been set up, and it must be that everyone is thinking about the fate after returning to their hometown, lest the youngest leave home and the eldest will return, lest the children meet or not know each other."

When Liu Mingzhi heard where the two old men were sighing with each other, he couldn't help laughing sullenly. Even elementary school students know the meaning of poems, why are you sighing blindly there.

Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hypocritical." But he didn't think of one thing at all. The Dragon Dynasty did not have Tang Zong and Songzu, nor Li Bai and Du Fu. How did these poems come out of Qi Yun's hands.

Wen Renzheng carefully handed the three pieces of manuscript paper to Qi Yun: "It's a pity that I didn't get to see the great talent in my life, Qi family boy, whether the old man can see the honorable name of everyone, if there is a chance in the future, it will be fine. Go and pay homage."

Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi subconsciously: "Grandpa Wenren, what if the person who wrote these three poems is notorious?"

Wen Renzheng frowned subconsciously: "No, poetry is a work of expressing feelings, and the person who can write these three poems is definitely not a vicious person."

Li Zheng also nodded: "Although what the teacher said is somewhat arbitrary, it can be seen that he respects everyone's heart, but the old man sees that everyone is unlikely to be a villain."

"Brother Qi, if you hear the willows in this nocturne, who can't afford the love of the hometown. Shu'er also believes in the judgment of grandfather and uncle, and he won't be a wicked person."

"Grandpa Wenren, these three poems were made overnight by this person. Grandpa thinks that he can compose three poems at night. What is the talent of this person?"

"What? Do you mean to write three poems in one night? These three poems are not the works of hard thinking, but three masterpieces in one night?"

Qi Yun bit her lip: "It's half an hour to be exact."

Wen Renzheng and the three of them seemed to be shocked by the news: "Three poems in half an hour, even the talented Cao Zijian must not have such talent."

"The teacher said it well. Poetry is the most test of a person's coping ability and literary skills. If you can write three poems in an instant, it's not an exaggeration to say that everyone's talent is the best."

"So, what about everyone who lingered in the brothel and kept playing in the brothel all day?"

"The talent is romantic."

"Unruly."

"Red sleeves add fragrance."

The three said a different evaluation, Qi Yun glanced at Liu Mingzhi who was playing with the teacup and nibbled his teeth.

"To be honest, Grandpa Wenren, these three poems were acquired by the kid by accident, and they have visited everyone, but everyone has asked about the kid's performance, and they don't read the four books and five classics, and they don't read the classics and histories. Why?"

The three of them said in unison: "It goes without saying that you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and deliberately hide your clumsiness.

(End of this chapter)