Traveling through the mall: the rough man is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 296

"You don't know that, this girl is very talented in literature. She used the moon as the theme in Dongzhen before, crushing a lot of literati and students, and was liked by Mr. Gao. Later, this poem was also excerpted by the Qin University scholar. It's Qin Xue."

This Qin Xue is a collection of poems that he considers to be of literary value by the University of Qin for those students to learn.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it was written into the textbook.

When the people around heard it, they quickly echoed, "In the latest Qin Xue, the two poems written by this woman are directly placed on the front page, which the second prince praised after reading it."

When the people around heard this, they looked at Su Qingyuan with even more admiration. They didn't expect that this woman is not only talented in writing, but also beautiful in appearance. How can such a person not be liked.

The short distance from the yard to the house is enough for the senior scholar Qin to ask some basic information.

So when they got to the house, Master Qin enthusiastically guided Su Qingyuan to sit in a very good position, between him and old man Gao.

Su Qingyuan herself doesn't have that much distinction, and the original owner has been growing up in Wanyang Village, and she doesn't know the importance of this position.

She always felt that it would be fine as long as she didn't sit in the main seat, and the main seat was always empty, so Su Qingyuan naturally sat between the two old men.

When Old Man Gao saw that Master Qin had been dragging Su Qingyuan to ask questions, this kind of enthusiasm must not be a good thing, so don't abduct him.

Mr. Gao hurriedly said, "Su Yatou, have you eaten yet?"

Before Su Qingyuan had time to speak, the Grand Scholar of Qin hurriedly ordered the servant standing not far away, "Hurry up and prepare some snacks, and by the way, I will also brew a pot of my excellent Yuqian Longjing. "

"I said, Old Qin, you can't be like this. If you are too enthusiastic, you are like a human trafficker." Mr. Gao complained mercilessly.

Master Qin didn't care, and continued to chat with Su Qingyuan, "Su Yatou, how did you come up with such poems?"

In his whole life, he has met people with extremely high literature, and also met women with small cleverness.

But he has never seen such a person who writes poems casually.

"I just wrote it casually, it's not worth mentioning."

"Miss Su is very talented, how about continuing the topic just now?" Someone suggested it in a timely manner, and Su Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

"They were composing poems just now, and they can do whatever they want now."

"Su Yatou, you come here too, and let Lao Qin see your true strength."

Su Qingyuan was embarrassed. Where did she get her strength? She is a prostitute, but if she is asked to make a song, she really can't do it.

Su Qingyuan looked at the eagerly looking eyes of the two old men, and forgot it, anyway, she was a prostitute for nothing, and she was used to prostitution for nothing, so let's do another prostitute.

Everyone, don't blame me!

Su Qingyuan got up and looked around, thinking to find some theme, so that there is also a direction.

Looking at the twenty or so students standing in this room, she suddenly thought of that sentence, An De Guang Mansion has thousands of rooms.

Among these students, how many people can really stand out and not be restricted by the wind and cold, and how many people can really concentrate on studying literature without distraction.

She suddenly wanted to say this poem.

In August, the autumn wind roars furiously, rolling over the triple grass on my house.

Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the tops of the long forests, and the lower ones float around Shentangao.

The Nancun group of children bullied me to be old and weak, and I could bear to be a thief.

I openly hold thatch into the bamboo, my lips are scorched and my mouth is dry, I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return, leaning on my staff.

The wind is dark and the clouds are dark, and the autumn is indifferent to dark.

The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and Jiao Er is crouching and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rainy feet are like numb.

After being devastated and having little sleep, why do you get wet in the long night!
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the underprivileged all over the world, and is as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind and rain!
Woohoo, when I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my hut to be broken and frozen to death!
Su Qingyuan read the poem with some emotion.

Everyone present was shocked, and they all stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman in front of them.

The little girl actually understood it so thoroughly.

The old man Qin's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as if he could personally feel the frustration of seeing a leak in the house when the autumn wind blows.

Even so, he still has the great ambition to protect the underprivileged people in the world.

Isn't this just talking about them again? Some people think of themselves as people who protect the poor in the world, and some imagine themselves as poor people who need shelter.

Just a short poem, everyone's experience and feeling are different.

Especially that sentence, there are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor and poor people in the world.

What a courage, what a heart.

With such a heart, let alone a little girl, even today's second prince probably doesn't have such bold ambitions.

Mr. Gao already knew that Su Qingyuan would never let him down. Although he didn't know how Su Qingyuan, a small peasant girl, had such a high literary talent, he knew that Su Qingyuan was a woman who always brought surprises.

He stroked the beard on his chin, "Old Qin, how are you?"

(End of this chapter)