The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 500 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (50)

Su Qinghuan was anxious, she didn't expect the original plot to come so quickly, but in just one day, that scumbag Duan Feiyang bumped into Murong Yanran, and seeing Murong Yanran's shy appearance, it was obvious that she was against Duan Feiyang Heartbroken!

This scumbag has no skills at all, but he has a set of tricks to trick a little girl!

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"Sister Qinghuan, you scratched me."

Murong Yanran didn't understand why Su Qinghuan was so shocked. She was still immersed in the wonderful encounter between the heroine and the gifted scholar in the storybook.

"Sister Qinghuan, let me tell you, I was not greedy yesterday and wanted to eat Dingsheng cake from Fengtai Temple, but I just happened to meet Brother Duan. Better than Pan An, and extremely talented!"

"At the very least, I think the so-called talents of the Great Xia Dynasty are really nothing compared to Brother Duan's talent."

When Su Qinghuan heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched.

As for Duan Feiyang, a man who doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, I'm afraid he can't even pass the examination of the disciples of the capital academy, let alone the provincial examination and palace examination. A person like him will be proficient in poetry, book, ritual and music?
I'm afraid I still have a way of coaxing little girls.

Su Qinghuan frowned, not in a hurry to expose Duan Feiyang's mask first.

"Tell me about it, why do you show such admiration to a man who has only met once? Although I am gradually declining in the literary world, I am not without talented young people."

"Really! I won't lie to you, I just said that my name is Yanran, but he blurted it out, everyone looked at Yanran, the color of the world is like dust, you say such a beautiful poem, how can ordinary people think of it?"

"..."

Dare to say it for a long time, Duan Feiyang even started to plagiarize the poems of the later Wang Guowei!

Wang Guowei is a great writer of a generation, and Su Qinghuan once bought Wang Guowei's words and words in the world to appreciate them carefully.

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"Yanran, are you sure he wrote this poem and not plagiarized it?"

"How is it possible? I have been familiar with famous lines from all dynasties since I was a child. It is impossible that such amazing lines will not be passed down. Besides these two lines, Brother Duan also gave me an even more beautiful poem. "

"tell me the story?"

Hearing this, Su Qinghuan basically had a clue in her heart. This dynasty is a fiction, and many famous lines of outstanding poets in the plane have been lost. Even the poems of Li Bai and Du Fu have never been circulated in this plane, and Duan Feiyang is unknown. Use something to deceive this little girl.

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Seeing Su Qinghuan's disapproving expression, Murong Yanran thought of Duan Feiyang's talent, and was very upset for Duan Feiyang, so she blushed and wanted to prove how talented Duan Feiyang was.

"Sister Qinghuan, I think you might be too nervous to misunderstand that Brother Duan is plagiarizing someone else's poem. If you have heard another poem by Brother Duan, you will know what it means to be truly stunning."

Murong Yanran took a breath and read slowly.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon..."

She only listened to it once, and she was able to recite silently in her heart, but even Murong Yanran couldn't believe that there is actually a man in this world who would watch her write such a masterpiece.

It's not that Murong Yanran wasn't beautiful enough, it's just that the poem gives people the feeling that it's more like an astonishing beauty. Murong Yanran still dare not boast about this, she is like a fairy Chang'e, or like a fairy on Yaotai A beauty flying in the green luan.

In any case, this kind of beauty should not be possessed by ordinary women.

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Just when Murong Yanran wanted to see how stunning and moved Su Qinghuan was, she saw the girl in Tsing Yi beside her slowly recite the last two lines of poetry.

"If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. Yanran, the full text of the poem he wrote to you, shouldn't be followed by these two lines."

!!!

Murong Yanran looked at Su Qinghuan in shock, her fingers began to tremble at this moment.

"You, how do you know—Sister Qing Huan, you didn't happen to be passing by Fengtai Temple at that time and eavesdropped?"

At this time, Murong Yanran still had a little illusion about Duan Feiyang.

After all, like Li Bai's Qingping tune, if people in the world can really write such ancient quatrains, as long as it is spread, even if it is only spread in a small area at the beginning, it will definitely become popular in the entire Great Xia Dynasty in the end.

Who wouldn't envy such talent?
Apart from this point, the first meeting with Duan Feiyang was so beautiful that even Murong Yanran herself didn't want to break this dream.

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"What if I didn't go to Fengtai Temple at all that day?"

Su Qinghuan looked at the girl steadily, she pursed the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked Murong Yanran's hair.

"Yan Ran, you have known me for a short time, and you have only glimpsed that so-called Mr. Duan, do you trust me more or trust him more?"

"..."

Murong Yanran actually didn't want to give up. A girl who tasted love for the first time naturally had a lot of fantasies. What's more, Duan Feiyang is really golden and jade, and ordinary people can't see through his inner failure within a few acquaintances.

"Sister Qinghuan, tell me, how did you know the last two lines of this poem?"

Murong Yanran muttered, unwilling to answer Su Qinghuan's question directly.

When the little fox saw Murong Yanran's twisted face, he immediately understood that she still had fantasies about Duan Feiyang, and a sigh escaped Su Qinghuan's thin lips.

She stretched out her hand, and gently stroked Murong Yanran's head.

"Yan Ran, did that man only say these two lines in the poem you mentioned your name earlier?"

"Yes...Brother Duan said that when he heard my name, he was inspired and suddenly came up with a good sentence."

"It's so easy to come up with the best sentences through the ages?"

Except for a talented poet like Li Bai, whose prose is astonishing, the vast majority of poets may not be able to come up with a good sentence after thinking hard all their lives.

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Su Qing sighed happily.

"Then let me read the whole poem to you silently. It's actually just a poem, and the object of the poem is not you, but the women in the brothel. You are a majestic princess of a country, and you don't want to be associated with those girls in Golan, do you?"

"Slender Yanji is fifteen years old, and she is used to dragging her long train instead of making slender steps.

Everyone looked at Yan Rantong, the color of the world was like dust.

A tree and a flower spit out at first glance, apart from nature, I am speechless in wanting to give it away.

In front of Wu Niang, she praised her good dance skills, but she was always mistaken by her waist. "

……

After Su Qinghuan finished reading the whole poem, the whole poem seemed natural, without any trace of far-fetched, even if Murong Yanran couldn't believe it, her eyes were lost at this moment.

"He...he lied to me. This poem was not written for me..."

The girl's dream was shattered in an instant.

(End of this chapter)