Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 14 Fixed-point blasting
"Sir, wait a minute!"

Hearing this voice, a faint smile finally appeared on the corner of Ying Wuji's mouth, but it disappeared quickly.

He turned around and said, "Girl please enlighten me!"

Hua Chao's voice was gentle and calm: "Young master's talent, the little girl admires him so much, how can she turn her back on him? It's just that this poem is really unmatched by the little girl, if the young master doesn't give up, she can still write a masterpiece that makes the little girl fall in love with her, my little girl." How can a woman have any reason to reject the son from the door?"

Bai Zhi was a little dissatisfied: "Is it up to you to decide whether to fall in love or not?"

Hua Chao was also a little uncertain: "This..."

Ying Wuji smiled: "Miss Hua Chao, I'm sorry, but I'm really confused about the girl's standards. If this confusion can't be solved, then I'd better leave!"

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded.

"I have Tongxin Ancient Jade, I can borrow it from Miss Hua Chao!"

"Tongxin Ancient Jade!"

Everyone was shocked. This so-called Tongxin Ancient Jade is a jade left in the ancient times. Wearing it on the chest has the effect of soothing the soul and nourishing the soul, and it is a great help on the road of cultivation.

In addition, this ancient jade has another effect, which is to reflect a person's emotional fluctuations, using different colors to reflect all the people's joy, anger, sorrow, joy, love, evil and desires. The stronger the emotional fluctuations, the more radiant the ancient jade emits. brighter.

Indeed, it can be used as a measure of preference.

However, this ancient jade is quite rare, and someone in this small bamboo garden actually owns it.

Everyone looked around and saw a thin, unshaven Mohist swordsman.

The Mohist swordsman walked up to the screen as if no one was there, tore off a piece of jade and threw it in: "Young lady, give it back to me!"

There was silence on the screen for a while, and then Miss Hua Chao's voice came out: "This jade is indeed fair enough, thank you for lending me!"

As he spoke, he put the lustrous jade on his neck, which could be vaguely seen through the screen.

Luo Ming frowned slightly, but he also knew that this matter could not be changed, so he turned and looked at the crowd: "It's rare that Miss Hua Chao has time, who has poems and songs to give to you?"

He didn't know if the masterpiece just now was written by Ying Wuji himself, but he knew that Ying Wuji must have come prepared, and there might be other poems. It doesn't look that conspicuous.

Although there are few people present today, they are all talented scholars who have read poetry and books.

But I never thought that none of the dozen or so people got up, and they looked like they were watching a play.

It's not that they can't do it, it's just that seeing who Ying Wuji met today, he was a little scared.

If he was also seized by this Qianguo protégé, wouldn't he be as ashamed as Ji Su and Luo Ming?
Besides, Ying Wuji's poems today are a bit evil. Even if they want to write poems, they have to wait and see what kind of poems Ying Wuji can come up with.

Luo Ming gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and walked to the desk in front of the screen: "In that case, then I'll throw bricks to attract jade, Mr. Wuji, you shouldn't mind it!"

"Please!"

Ying Wuji smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

He also wanted to see if Luo Ming came here this time to make a fuss.

Seeing Luo Ming pick up his pen, many people stood up. After all, he studied under a famous teacher, so he must have made extraordinary works.

I saw that Luo Ming's pen was steady:

Go up the mountain to pick wild plants, and go down the mountain to meet your old husband.

Kneeling and asking the old husband, how about the newcomer?
Although the newcomers speak well, they are not as good as the old ones.

The colors are similar, but the claws are not.

Newcomers enter through the door, and old people leave through the joint.

New artificial weaving, so artificial weaving.

One piece of weaving silk is made every day, and the weaving material is more than five feet long.

Compared with the old ones, the newcomers are not as good as the old ones.

Everyone praised.

"It's actually a Yuefu poem!"

"As expected of Master Li's student, it is really solid to write Yuefu poems."

"It seems that the story is about a man who starts to mess up and ends up abandoning."

"This poem is a masterpiece, coupled with the song of Miss Huachao, it will definitely be sung by the world."

All the people you said to me were full of admiration.

On the one hand, it is to give Luo Ming a face, and on the other hand, this poem is really good.

Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly. The Zhou Dynasty clan in this world is not that down and out. Although it has lost the actual control over the various vassal states, it is also a spiritual symbol. I am proud that my works are collected by Yuefu, and Yuefu poems are the most representative one.

Luo Ming's composition is very solid, but he never thought that he would actually write about a scumbag who starts to mess up and ends up giving up.

When a woman who was divorced met her ex-husband, the ex-husband regretted it too much, saying that the bride was not as good as the ex-wife, and he looked extremely regretful.

Could it be... the Prime Minister wanted to use Luo Ming's mouth to admit his mistake and persuade Hua Chao to go home?
Thinking about it this way, it's quite possible, after all, his original wife has passed away, and no one can stop him from taking his illegitimate daughter home.

But you... are you sure you won't add fuel to the fire?

Luo Ming put down his pen, handed the paper to Hua Chao's maid with both hands: "Trouble!"

The maid bowed slightly, returned to the screen, and handed the paper to Hua Chao.

For a moment, everyone was looking at the scene behind the screen, to be precise, at the Tongxin Ancient Jade hanging on Hua Chao's chest.

Miss Hua Chao must like such a good Yuefu poem, right?
But no one expected that the halo on the Tongxin ancient saying would only light up for a moment, and then quickly fell silent.

Miss Hua Chao's voice was very flat: "This poem is very good, but I don't like it!"

Everyone was stunned.

Ah this...

Don't like this?
Miss Hua Chao's standard is too high today. I don't like the song just now, and I don't even like this one?
The paper was sent out quickly.

Luo Ming clutched the paper, frowned tightly, and was about to say something, but someone pulled it off.

Wu Dan smiled and said: "Brother Luo! Just now you also said that whether it can be fulfilled depends on what Hua Chao likes, Brother Wuji already recognizes it. If you can't afford to lose, you are too unmannered, right?"

"you!"

Luo Ming was in a hurry, but Wu Dan had already blocked his words, so he could only snort and return to his seat.

Ying Wuji glanced back: "Is there anyone else who wants to try? If not, I'll make a fool of myself?"

Seeing no one answered, he smiled and picked up his pen.

The pen is a dragon and a snake, and the handwriting is extremely neat.

A smile could not help showing at the corner of his mouth, it wasn't because he was good at calligraphy, it was because Luo Ming's "Proficiency in Regular Script" was so easy to use.

Under the gaze of everyone, he wrote the sentence he had prepared long ago.

When the swallows go, the red beans are full of branches,
Travelers don't ask about the date of return.

Who alone guards Xiaoxiang's clear water,
I don't know what night it is.

When Yan returned, there was no trace of her beloved,
It should be intentional to leave.

I don't want to have nothing to send for a long time,
Travel far and search for thousands of miles.

……

Seeing these sentences, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

To be honest, the images created by these sentences are beautiful, and the stories they tell are quite moving, making people seem to see a mournful woman sending her husband away on a long journey.

It's just that from the perspective of poetry, it's really a bit unsightly.

In other words, it is not a poem at all.

Why did this Gan Guo proton make such a weird sentence?

Ying Wuji didn't realize it, and wrote down on his own.

Since Hua Chao said that it is only based on personal preferences, then I will write according to your personal preferences.

A song "Explore the Window" pays tribute to your dead mother, and I don't believe you can't break your defenses.

This wave.

This wave is called fixed-point blasting.

(End of this chapter)