Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 351: One Word Shocks the World!

The Xixia maid held Ling Feng's poems and bowed into the back hall.

"Princess Taifei, Your Royal Highness, someone has already finished the poem on the spot, please have a look."

In front of the main seat in the inner hall, there was a bead curtain made of pearls. The concubine Li Qiushui and the princess Li Qinglu were both sitting behind the bead curtain.

Looking through the bead curtain, one can only see two equally slim figures, but cannot see their faces clearly.

Judging from the figure alone, it is really difficult to tell who is the grandmother and who is the granddaughter.

He heard the figure sitting on the left say calmly: "Oh? Finished writing at the beginning? Hehe, if this person is not a genius, he is an idiot."

Li Qinglu, who was sitting next to her, asked with concern: "What does that person look like?"

The Western Xia maid hesitated for a moment, "Returning to the princess, that man... was dressed plainly, with a farmer's hat on his head, and looked like a servant. Moreover, he came with Duan Yu, the prince of Dali, Thinking about it, he should be Duan Yu's assistant."

"Ah." When Li Qinglu heard this, she was immediately disappointed: "Among the prospective son-in-laws, is there anyone who is romantic and suave, and can even shine like gold?"

"This..." The Xixia maid really didn't know how to answer the princess's question.

Li Qiushui smiled and said: "Silly girl, how can there be such a handsome man in the world? Are you dreaming?"

Li Qinglu sighed, "Probably."

The Xixia maid asked: "Mrs. Taifei, do you want to read this person's poems for yourself?"

Li Qiushui smiled proudly, "Oh, even you said it, he dresses like a servant, how can a person of such status write good poems in such a short period of time? I don't care if I don't read it! "

The Xixia maid said: "However, this poem is really well written!"

Li Qiushui sneered: "You are a maid, do you know how to appreciate poetry and songs?"

The Xixia maid was immediately frightened and fell to her knees, "I am wrong! I deserve to die!"

Li Qinglu said: "Get up, you are idle anyway, you read his poems for me and the concubine to listen to."

"Yes!" The Xixia maid stood up shivering, holding the poem written by Ling Feng, clearing her throat, and recited in a trembling voice: "Yulin Bell——"

"Oh? It's still a Song poem!" Li Qiushui sneered.

At this time, during the Northern Song Dynasty, lyric writing was the most popular and the most elegant.

The song "Yulin Bell" was originally composed by Emperor Ming Dynasty Li Longji when he heard the sound of rain hitting the bell and missed Concubine Yang Guifei.

Just the name of this word card is already full of longing.

Of course, this Ci Pai is also extremely difficult to write, and few literati dare to challenge this Ci Pai.

Just listen to the maid continue to chant:
"The chilling cicadas are miserable, it's late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped."

Li Qinglu hissed.

Li Qiushui also sat up slightly.

It is hard to imagine that such concise and slightly pleading words could come from the hands of a servant.

"There is no thread to drink in the tents of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is urged by Lan Zhou."

Li Qiushui was even more surprised.

This word is condensed and free and easy, which is completely the way of the Happy School!
"Hold your hands and look at your tearful eyes, but you are speechless and choked. After reading, there are thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the dusk is heavy and the sky is wide."

Li Qiushui couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air, and repeated in his mouth: "Go on and on, there are thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is deep and the sky is wide...it's so beautiful."

The Xixia maid continued to recite: "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival."

Li Qiushui sighed deeply, "Good words, good words! What a sentimental sentence that hurts parting since ancient times! Passionate since ancient times hurts parting!"

The Xixia maid continued to chant: "Where is the drunkenness tonight? The wind and the moon are waning on the banks of the willows. This past year, it should be a good time for a good time. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them."

Li Qinglu's tears welled up in a flash, and she couldn't help but secretly said in her heart: "This, this is really written for me! This must be written for me by my Meng Lang! My Meng Lang is here!"

"Even if there are thousands of styles, how can I tell anyone..."

Li Qiushui felt as if he had been hit in the softest part of his heart, tears welled up in a flash.

"The concubine? The concubine guarantees the jade body!"

"I'm fine." Li Qiushui smiled lightly, "I judge people by their appearance. I never thought that in this world, someone could write such beautiful words of longing! Good! That's great! Reward! The best of the Xixia Palace. Give the person who wrote the lyrics the clothes! Give him a hundred taels of gold and five boxes of pearls!"

"Yes!" The Xixia maid bowed.

"Wait a minute!" Li Qiushui said, "Leave this poem."

"Yes, Concubine." The Western Xia maid handed over the song "Yulin Ling" respectfully.

Li Qiushui looked at the vigorous handwriting and said with emotion: "What a talented man! He has both civil and military skills!"

With her strength, it can be seen that behind this power, there is definitely a person with strong internal strength.

Li Qiushui asked: "Who is this person's name?"

The Xixia maid said: "Back to the concubine, I asked before, but he refused to talk about it, saying that he would talk about it after the concubine and the princess liked it after reading the poems."

"Hehe." Li Qiushui said with a smile, "This kid has quite a personality."

Li Qinglu smiled and said: "I like him, I like him very much. Go back and tell him quickly. Just say, I want to know his name."

The Western Xia maid said: "Yes, Princess."

Soon, the Xixia maid ran all the way back to the inner hall.

At this time, Murong Fu and Jiumozhi also completed their own poems.

Murong Fu's poems were also prepared a long time ago. They were written about his full ambition to serve the country, and what he missed was also the glory of the Beiyan Dynasty.

Jiumozhi, on the other hand, devoted himself to the Buddha and wrote poems about Buddha.

As for the others, either they didn't prepare in advance, or they were so sloppy that they didn't even write a complete sentence.

The Xixia maid walked up to Ling Feng, bowed and said with a smile, "The song Yu Linling wrote just now is so good, the concubine has a reward! Hundreds of gold, five boxes of pearls!"

Whoa!
The prospective sons-in-law around them all seemed to have exploded.

They haven't finished writing a complete sentence on this side, but they have already received rewards on the other side!

Comparing people to people, it's so fucking infuriating!
Murong Fu also frowned slightly, realizing that this man dressed like a servant was his worst enemy.

Jiumozhi smiled magnanimously, "It's amazing, Xiaosheng admires it."

Ling Feng smiled mistyly, "I have no interest in gold and silver treasures. Please take these rewards back."

The Xixia maid smiled and said: "This young master, the concubine has always said exactly what she said. You'd better accept it."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Duan Yu said with a smile: "My eldest brother is a man like a god. Naturally, he will not accept such things. Therefore, I, the second younger brother, will collect these things for him." Already!"

The Western Xia maid smiled and said: "That's fine, anyway, after you accept the reward, I will be able to do business."

"I don't agree!"

One of the would-be consorts stood up with a cry, "Why does a guy dressed like a servant get a reward from the concubine? What on earth did he write?"

(End of this chapter)