Daqin: Qin Shihuang can hear my heart

Yan'er originally wanted to come here to torture Li Zhao, but she didn't know that she was amazed when she heard such wonderful poems just after arriving.

Poems in the pre-Qin period are ancient and difficult to understand, just like the Book of Songs, while Qin Dynasty poems are impassioned and sentimental, just like Chuci.

However, since Xuan Moshi was selected, the style has changed, and I don't know when it started, but it has become a unique school.

Anthology of Xuanmo Poetry has become a trend, not only masters of poetry, talented scholars and beauties study it, even folk villagers can recite a few lines, it can be said to be very popular for a while, but Li Zhao, as the author, doesn't know it.

Yan'er is a talented woman from Donghai County, so she naturally knows the anthology of Mo Xuan's poems and has studied them very well.

"Wine makes you sad and sad!" Yan'er repeated, looking at Li Zhao's staggering steps, the cup he raised in his hand, and his sad face.

"It's very suitable for the occasion. What kind of experience can express such feelings and make such poems."

This poem is very wonderful, but it definitely didn't exist long ago, it should be written by this person temporarily.

"My God! You can make such a poem just by doing it temporarily. Could it be that he is a master of poetry?" Yan'er said to herself, but she shook her head. She has seen many masters of poetry, but she has never met this person.

"But who is he?"

The style of this poem is almost the same as that of Xuanmo's anthology, and the level is comparable, no, it is better than worse.

Who can write poems that are at the same level as everyone in Mo Xuan?

Yan'er shook her head, although she knew many people, she didn't know who this person was.

He walked over slowly, but did not intend to disturb Li Zhao, and watched silently from the side.

The love is naturally strong in the depths, and Li Zhao will drink again.

At this moment, the night is coming, and the bright moon climbs up from the east, swaying like drunk, swaying on the branches, pouring out soft white.

"Raise your glass to invite Mingyue, and make three people face each other. Haha! Do it!"

Inadvertently, this person uttered another poem, which suddenly surprised Yan'er. Although this sentence is incomplete, it is more appropriate and wonderful!

Absolutely divine.

This person can do such a thing continuously, or within a few breaths, what kind of person can do it.

Even though she was hailed as a talented woman by everyone, she was incomparable anyway. This talent was better than her own.

She didn't expect Deng Tuzi, whom she just met by chance, to have such literary talents.

Silently, she didn't bother Li Zhao, and her desire to torture slowly subsided.

At this moment, this person has entered a good state and is not easy to be disturbed!Otherwise it is a blasphemy to poetry!

She backed away silently.

The next day, it was the day when Young Master Cui came to propose a marriage. The whole group was dignified, and the gift boxes were brought in one by one.

Obviously, this is a marriage proposal. In the eyes of Young Master Cui, he already has a plan in mind, and Yan'er will definitely be in his pocket.

"Yan'er, I'm here to marry you, your beloved." Young Master Cui was dressed in a happy attire, with his head raised high, his behavior was perverted, and his intentions were high-spirited.

As soon as he entered the Jun Cheng's house, he yelled loudly, very presumptuously.

The servants all knew him, and none of them dared to stop him, so they just watched them enter the inner hall.

Yan'er was waiting for them in the inner hall, but she looked disdainful.

Young Master Cui is ignorant, his reputation has spread throughout Donghai County, he is even a disciple, and he sometimes molested women in the market.

"Do you know the three levels that Miss Ben mentioned?" Yan'er asked impatiently when she saw Young Master Cui.

"Of course, it's just three levels, why is it so difficult!" Young Master Cui seemed to respond confidently, but his eyeballs restlessly glanced at the beautiful and graceful figure. (end of this chapter)