Abandoned woman from the farm gate: the first-class wife of the wolf king

Chapter 497 Exporting into Poems
"I think you're only fifteen years old. If you go back early, you can save some face."

Tian Mi originally thought that this place really made friends through poetry, but she didn't expect the people here to be so snobbish, no different from villains in the workplace.

She raised her head, stared coldly at the man who said the words just now, and asked with a smile back angrily:
"Excuse me, upstairs are the poems written by Luo Piaopiao, the most talented woman in the capital?"

It is really enough for a group of big men to hang around a woman all day long.

Tian Mi despised them.

"Yes, it seems that the little brother still has some ink in his chest."

Fuck your mother's ink, if she is his mother, Tian Mi will definitely stuff the man who said this back into her stomach

Made.

Tian Mi took two deep breaths, pretended to be calm and went upstairs leisurely.

The group of people immediately surrounded Tian Mi like flies.

"Little brother, these five poems are all the latest poems by Miss Luo Piaopiao, which one do you think you should start with?"

Tian Mi pretended to ask casually:
"I heard that Miss Luo saved someone from being injured?

How do you still have time to write poetry? "

"Little brother, it looks like you just came to Beijing.

Miss Luo is proficient in all poems, books and qin books."

Looking at the opening and closing mouths of the people around her, Tian Mi really wanted to find a rag and stuff it into that person's mouth.

Luo Piaopiao is so good, why don't you go to the hero to save the beauty.

The light here speaks clearly and logically, and it is useless.

Tian Mi ignored the eloquence of the people around her, walked up to a five-character ancient poem, and recited it silently:
"It's hard to draw a single label when the calyx contains snow at the beginning.

There is a unique rhyme in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold. "

Hey, why do these two sentences look familiar?
Tian Mi felt that the poem was not finished yet, so she turned around and asked the people around her.

"Everyone, there should be four more lines in this poem, right?"

As soon as Tian Mi finished speaking, the men around immediately disagreed.

"Who said that? There are only four lines in this poem."

"I think you are young, don't insult Miss Luo."

"is it?"

Looking coldly at the furious Luo Piaopiao's brainless fans, Tian Mi rolled her eyes.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"plum bossom."

Tian Mi laughed when she heard the name.

She already remembered which poet wrote the poem.

I just don't know if the poet will crawl out of the coffin in anger and chat with her if he hears that Luo Piaopiao has stolen his poem and only used the first four lines.

"If I also write the next four sentences, then you have to answer me a question."

"Do you dare to say that Miss Luo is wrong, believe me or not"

Seeing that man blushing with anger and thick neck, those who didn't know thought his wife had run away with someone.

Tian Mi raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you dare?"

"I dare not.

I am from Qingshan Academy. "

It's really over when a scum like you comes out of Qingshan Academy.

Tian Mi scoffed secretly.

"If you really write it, then I will answer your question.

If you don't write it out, you have to give me two taels of silver. "

"make a deal!"

Tian Mi walked to the desk beside her, and said three times silently in her heart:
Master Cui Daorong, I'm sorry, I'll borrow your poem.

Let you pass on through the ages.

"It's not that you don't know how to do what you are doing."

Seeing that Tian Mi hadn't finished writing, the man immediately barked his teeth and claws.

Without even looking at him, Tian Mi quickly wrote down the next four sentences of "Plum Blossom" on the white paper:

The fife and worry listen, leaning on the leaning branch is seriously ill.

Against the wind, it is easy to understand, and it is easy not to destroy it.

As Tian Mi put down the wolf hair, cheers rose and fell from all around.

"Good poetry."

"Little brother, looking at his young age, he didn't expect to export it into poetry."

(End of this chapter)