Yang Chen did not explain too much about the origin and origin of the poem. That night, because he missed Rong'er and Su Su and was bored, he simply chatted with Zhudie for a long time.

During this period, at the request of Qingdie, Yang Chen taught her two more poems.

A poem about the ancient poem "Manjianghong" which is a secular plane.

"Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon, don't wait for it, the young man's head is white, and he is sad!"

The other song is "Inscription on the South Village of the Capital"

Last year, today

The faces of peach blossoms are red

I don't know where the human face goes

The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!

Yang Chen remembers these poems very clearly in his mind, so he can be easily picked up when using them.

After all the Libido remembered it deeply in his mind, he was shocked and stared at Yang Chen with a big look, as if he was watching some monster!

Yang Chen said: "What are you doing when you look at me like this?"

Qingdie: "Brother Chen, you are really amazing! My God... are you writing this casually? At this level, you don't have to draft it? This... If I hadn't heard of it before, I would have thought you copied it..."

Yang Chen: “…”

Yang Chen had nothing to say, and thought to himself that if you didn't say that, I thought you knew I copied it.

However, although Yang Chen was not concerned about these things because he was not concerned about Fuyun, he did not explain the origin of these poems. He just coughed twice awkwardly: "When you remember these two poems, I can teach you some more... Then there is still the second half behind Man Jianghong. Jingkang's shame is still not achievable. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Drive a long cart and break through the Helan Mountain famine!!"

"It's good, it's good..."

...

In the blink of an eye, it’s now!

The preparations for the day really came in handy today.

Everyone was watching in full view!

But the butterfly was not nervous at all, and it seemed as if it was completely relaxed and comfortable.

"Come on, give me a pen."

"Place rice paper for me..."

"I'm going to start writing..."

A group of people were serving him.

Yang Chen looked at him from afar, and was also very interested.

But see.

The Beef Butterfly chose the song "Bashan Night Rain" that he is most familiar with!

You asked if there is no return date...

...

But I talk about the night rain in Bashan!

There are dozens of words, and the whole process takes less than three minutes!

I am not particularly vigorous and powerful, I can only be considered as having basic horizontal and vertical. However, after writing this poem, many people were amazed after reading it silently!!

"this……"

"The night rain in Bashan rises to the autumn pond..."

"Why should we cut the candle in the west window together..."

"It's so well written! The feeling of artistic conception, the sense of picture, the longing for relatives, the homesickness, and even the warm scene when we meet again..."

"What a literary talent! It's really a literary talent! In just a few dozen words, I wrote down all the inner thoughts of a person in a foreign land! It's amazing, it's really amazing..."

"Young man, why didn't you take the scientific examination of screening talents in the temple in previous years? With your ability to be both civil and military, if you can stand out, you will be at least a marquis of ten thousand households!!"

"Yes, yes, Young Master Qingdie, I am a scholar and I won't lie to you. The Temple King attaches great importance to civil and military skills... Just by your level, at least I am a marquis of Wanhu!!"

Qingdie smiled happily, and her eyes subconsciously turned to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen raised his lips and gave the Biaodie a thumbs up with a faint smile.

"hey-hey!"

Qingdie smiled embarrassedly!

However, just as everyone applauded and cheered for the butterfly!

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice came.

"He said that what he wrote now is now? Who believes it? I don't think he looks like a scholar at all. How could he write such a good thing with good writing style? Maybe there was somewhere to copy it! Who believes it!!"

"this……"

Everyone was stunned, pointed and talked, but there was no refutation.

After all, as long as this thing is not a popular poem or song, you can say it is your own thing. But who can prove it? Can you have a clear conscience? I'm afraid you can't do this?

"This... Master Qingdie, are you sure this is a poem you wrote with your own hands?" someone asked.

"I……"

Qingdie didn't know how to answer for a moment. In her heart, this poem was a work of Brother Chen, how could she take it for herself in front of so many people?

But Yang Chen sent her a signal as soon as possible!

"Don't be stupid! Just say it's your own thing! Our purpose is to enter the Zhaowang Mansion and find the whereabouts of the bead, and to become the son-in-law of the Zhaowang Mansion. It doesn't matter who the poems are, do you understand?"

Only then did Jingdie come to her senses, and almost got a big deal!

"Look, he can't say it?"

"I just said, why is he like a scholar?! He was simply plagiarized! Absolutely!"

"Young Master Qingdie, why don't you speak? Do you mean this is serious?"

For a moment, the butterfly was pushed to the forefront!

After Xiaodie came back to her senses, she looked at the benevolent person and shook her head calmly: "I don't know what bad intentions you have, but my poems are my poems, why do you need to prove them to anyone? This poem is not mine, is it yours?"

"This...I...this is naturally not mine!"

"Shut up if you are not yours!!"

"Then do you dare to write another poem? Maybe this poem is because you have prepared a lot. What is the ability to fool everyone with the products you have prepared? If you really have the ability to be both civil and military, what about another poem??"

"Okay!! This proposal is very good!"

"Okay, Mr. Qingdie, just have another song. In this way, not only can we block these people's mouths, but we can also take this opportunity to open our eyes..."

"Yes, Mr. Qingdie, please give me another poem..."

"Well... OK."

The butterfly was prepared for a long time, so naturally she was confident.

The domineering big hand waved: "Pick me up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

"for you……"

Soon, rice paper and wolf hair were all placed in front of you!

The butterfly kept silent and slowly lifted the pen and started writing. Everyone around them watched the inside and the three layers inside and outside were almost uninterrupted, but the scene was very quiet! It seemed that no one wanted to disturb the butterfly because of the movements they made.

The little destined to write so many words, so he passed "Manjianghong" and continued his homesickness to the extreme!

"Inscription on the Nanzhuang of the Capital City" was written out in a scattered manner.

Last year, today

...

The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze...

There are only about thirty words in front and behind!

It took only a hundred breaths before and after!
Chapter completed!