My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 43 Detective Liu Gongzi

Li Yugang, the king of Huainan, wiped the traces of alcohol from the corner of his mouth absentmindedly, and looked at Liu Mingzhi with a strange, dementia-like expression.

After co-authoring, you nodded for a while, shook your head for a while, and after several deliberation, you came up with such a thing poem, no, this thing is at most catchy, and it is not even a poem at all.

The billowing waters of the Yangtze River are fading in the east, and the waves wash away the heroes.The white-haired fishing woodcutter on the river Nagisa used to watch the autumn moon and the spring breeze, and a pot of turbid wine rejoiced to meet each other.

The word Shangque laments the infinity of the universe, the vastness of the river and the permanent presence of green mountains from historical phenomena, but generations of heroes have passed away in time.

Xiaque Ci wrote the poet's noble sentiments and broad-minded feelings. He still used the reciprocation of the dynasties and dynasties as a joke and still added to the fun. The whole article reflects the weak feelings of the poet.

This old man has not seen such a majestic and outstanding lyric for many years. I thought that your kid would be able to speak amazingly again and create more brilliance. The beautiful Jiangnan scenery in your eyes is that Jiangnan is really beautiful, and Qinhuai is all water.
Li Yugang glanced at Qi Yun, who was also in a daze, with a tangled expression on his face. It was obvious that he wanted to say what kind of career this kid is. You Qi Yun, a talented Jinling girl, why do you like such a thing.

Qi Yun closed her cherry lips, her breathing was a little uneasy, and her pretty eyes opened round.

Qi Yun felt that the bloodthirsty desire in her body was wild and insolent. Good you Liu Mingzhi, you were polite and generous in dealing with people and things. This girl really thought that you would know the general situation, but you are still so cynical in co-authoring.

It's okay to joke in front of this girl, but in front of Ming Gong, you don't even look serious. Are you going to be mad at this girl?

Liu Mingzhi noticed that the atmosphere at the moment was a little weird, and clapped his palms abruptly: "Looking at your expressions, I know that this poem must be unsightly. Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'll do it again. Hahahahaha."

Liu Mingzhi smiled awkwardly.

"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, don't take it to heart, life is boring, and it's still innocuous to joke occasionally. Miss Qi doesn't know what kind of poetry you want to listen to, the poems of the upper, middle and lower grades?"

Qi Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi who was smirking suspiciously. She didn't know if he was sincere or if he was joking. It's a little fun game between literati, and it's harmless.

The key point is that Qi Yun is afraid, this painting is really beautiful, with mountains and water.Jiangnan is really beautiful. Qinhuai is all water. There is a goose in the sky and a river on the ground.If she really said such a poem again, Qi Yun's body trembled as she thought of the end.

Qi Yun bit her lower lip lightly: "Brother, you can choose between the upper, middle and lower grades? Are you telling the truth?"

"When the false is true, the true is false."

Li Yugang was taken aback: "This is a good word, but you still haven't expressed your opinion, poor Qi Yun."

Qi Yun clenched her teeth lightly, thinking that Liu Mingzhi wouldn't be so indifferent to the occasion: "Brother, little sister will not embarrass you, as long as the poems can be similar to those written on Jinling Phoenix Stage."

Li Yugang paused: "Qi girl, who wrote this "Climbing to Jinling Phoenix Terrace"? This old man doesn't quite understand."

Qi Yun's lips parted slightly: "Phoenix swims on the Phoenix stage, and the phoenix goes to the Taikong River to flow. The flowers and plants in Wugong are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes and crowns of the Jin Dynasty turned into ancient hills. If you can block the sun, the absence of the capital will make people sad."

Li Yugang savoured the verses recited by Qi Yun in astonishment, and analyzed it word by word, becoming more and more surprised: "Qi girl, this is not going to hear the new work of the old man of Renzheng."

Qi Yun shook her head slightly and stared straight at Liu Mingzhi: "Ming Gong, this is a verse made by some bad guy in private."

Li Yugang's expression changed, seeing the sorrow of Qi Yun's daughter's family, how could he still not understand the key.

With a hiss, he looked at Liu Mingzhi with interest, secretly thinking that this kid is really not an ordinary person?

Liu Mingzhi was seen by Qi Yun as scratching his ears and cheeks. Isn't this a poem by Li Bai, a poet, and asked me to write a poem similar to that of Li Bai. Isn't this a joke?

That guy, a poet who is still honored as a poet after a thousand years, it's not that good for the young master to collapse his kidneys.

The poet Li Bai, the poet Du Fu, Li Bai and Du Fu.Li Liu Mingzhi looked dazed and absent-minded.

No, the Great Dragon Dynasty did not have Li Bai, and the Great Dragon Dynasty did not have the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and naturally there would not be such great poets as Li Bai.

Liu Mingzhi used to live in a daze, and after three hours a day, although he had read the history books, he had never faced this issue. It was not until half an hour ago when he looked at the landscape of Qinhuai that he realized that such a life is not unacceptable.

"No wonder, no wonder." Liu Mingzhi muttered.

No wonder at Dangyang Academy they saw "Silent Night Thoughts", "Homecoming Puppet Book", and "Spring Night Jinling Wendi" so startling, so eloquent discussions, because they didn't take it to heart at that time, and didn't think about it at all. their problem.

"Since there is no great poet, I am the only one who knows these poems. I vaguely remember being drunk that night when I first arrived at Dangyang Academy. Is the great poet me?"

Liu Mingzhi slapped his thigh, "Oh, it's not that bad, he has been caught in a misunderstanding, or he didn't care about this kind of thing.

Liu Mingzhi, who was about to shout that Lao Tzu was about to rise, was suddenly stunned. "Climbing to Jinling Phoenix Terrace" was to cover up the original face of the poem [-]. It seems that only Qi Liang and Xiaoye know this poem.

Qi Yun, black-faced Qi Liang, and small white-faced Qi Liang are all surnamed Qi. African brothers always find excuses to beat Xiao Ye. Qi Yun knows that there is no such world poetic fairy Li Bai's masterpiece "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling".

In this way, the black-faced Qi Liang must be Qi Yun's relative, Qi Yun is the second young lady, so the other Qi Liang may be the eldest son of the Qi family?Good you African brother, Lao Tzu treats you as a brother, so you are looking for an excuse to avenge your sister.

Just go with the three hundred poems of the young master. The young master came to your house, but you didn't go out to meet your brother, and even let your third brother intimidate the young master. Are you a brother like that?

your sister's.

Liu Mingzhi looked at Qi Yun, who was all over the country, and no longer had that obsessive look.

"Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households are pounding their clothes. "Midnight Wu Song" and "Climbing to the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling" are only recorded in one book. Only me and a black-faced brother know about the entire Dragon Dynasty, even if it is my close relative. My old man has never met her, how did Miss Qi know?"

A trace of panic suddenly flashed on Qi Yun's face. Seeing Liu Mingzhi's questioning attitude, she suddenly realized one thing. No one really knew about "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling".

"Brother, little sister, I am."

"Don't talk about it, this young master has been thinking clearly just now. Although this young master is a bit playful, he is not a fool."

Li Yugang looked suspiciously at the two of them talking in the fog, not knowing what riddles the two were playing.

Qi Yun hurriedly shook her head: "Brother, listen to the little sister. Actually."

"Actually, the black-faced Qi Liang is your eldest brother. He went to the academy to find all kinds of excuses to beat me violently to avenge your little sister, and Qi Liang is not his real name, he borrowed your third brother's name, Ben. Your master is right."

What Liu Mingzhi said was decisive and triumphant, as if I had seen through the essence of this world for a long time.

Qi Yun's red lips were rounded at first: "Huh?" Immediately, she responded: "Brother, you really know something, my little sister admires it very much."

Li Yugang touched the beard on his chin, raised his head and thought again and again: "There is only one elder sister above Qi girl, where is the elder brother?"

(End of this chapter)