Comprehensive comic: The wailing in the prison of the imperial capital

No matter how you say it, she is the little daughter-in-law who she sees, and when she marries one day in the future, she will have the opportunity to bully, and she will meet for the first time today.

Zhen Mi smiled with a hint of murderous intent, fortunately, the other party knew the current affairs, otherwise even if his identity was revealed in the next moment, he would have to smash this apprentice to the ground.

But I was also sincerely afraid in my heart, how did the other party recognize his daughter at first sight, if there was no "If life is only as first seen!", Zhen Mi still barely found an excuse, this is just the hospitality between friends.

But after hearing this, Zhen Mi, who was quick-witted, immediately realized that he was absolutely exposed, but this disciple, I didn't expect that there would be such a literary style, let alone this disciple

, again and again, behaved frivolously! Zhen Mi obviously also wanted to make Ying Shouren make a fool of himself, so he deliberately embarrassed the other party in the poetry and songs.

"For thousands of years, I don't know how many literati and writers have left a well-known singing

, I don't know whose poems are most recommended by Hou Ye?" Ying Shouren smiled: "This still needs to be said, the first thing to bear is naturally the Book of Songs!"

Yuan Benchu excused himself to put down his food and said with a smile: "The beautiful scenery of a good day, I don't know Lord Hou, can you sing two sentences?"

Ying Shouren smiled and said:" It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, why not play a game, take the air and get punished for drinking, how about it?"

Seeing the two nodding, Ying Shouren took the lead in speaking: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying." Zhen

Mi: "Weijia is returning to his hometown. Yuan

Shao: "Ande warriors guard the Quartet!" Ying

Shouren continued: "How can a young man be sleepy and drunk with a pot of turbid wine.

Zhen Mi thought about it and consciously drank a cup, Yuan Shaohaha: "The three-foot Qingfeng laughs at the sun and the moon, and when he wakes up from a dream, he will live for life."

Ying Shouren continued: "Life is a big dream, the world is cool in autumn several times, the maple leaves have been singing in the corridor at night, look at the eyebrows and temples, the wine is often sad and there are few guests, the moon is more cloudy, who shares the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and looks at the north sadly.

Zhen Mi: "It's my turn, I don't know if I'm lovesick, and a thousand words have turned into poems."

Yuan Shao grinned and consciously took a sip, Ying Shouren said with a smile: "When love is strong, people are haggard, no matter how bitter it is, they are lovesick." I'm not alone, I'm afraid that human feelings may not be true. I'd rather sit in the cold window and be old alone, and be lazy to pay the clouds. Who knows how long life is, and there is no hesitation in what should be eaten and dressed.

After several rounds in a row, only Ying Shouren didn't drink it, Zhen Mi said with a smile: "Master Hou's sentence just now is as good as the first time I saw it, why have I never heard it."

Yuan Shao also looked at it curiously, but Ying Shouren said: "It's just an occasional feeling, it can't be true, it can't be true!" Zhen

Mi was obviously embarrassed for Ying Shouren: "I don't know what the ambition of the Hou Ye in this life is?"

Ying Shouren thought about it and said with a smile: "Treat me without worry, and wander all over the world as my home." Look at the snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains and walk the desert yellow sand. Drinking on the top of the mountain. Huansha on the shore of West Lake, dancing in the Mongolian steppe. When visiting the Miaojiang family, I turned around the next peak. Go to see the three towers of Dali and walk through the bluestone alleys. Under the umbrella, the peach blossom on the face, the wish of this life has been fulfilled, and there is it in birth, old age, sickness and death

!""Good poems and good poems, worthy of the word leisure!", Yuan Benchu praised, naturally just listen to it, as a prince Ying Shouren, how can he give up the big treasure.

But in Zhen Mi's mind, the grand ambition of traveling through the mountains and rivers immediately appeared, this disciple was really talented, and secretly gave birth to a different kind of feelings.

As for the three Oiran, at this moment, the eyes of Ying Shou Rendu were full of infinite admiration, and they had forgotten the person in front of them at all, but they were the enemies who ruined their own families.

Zhen Mi: "Master Hou is so talented, I don't know if I can use three girls as a poem." To

be honest, Zhen Mi is embarrassed, really when the lyrics and poems are rotten on the street, you can go if you want to, but Ying Shouren didn't care, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I just hope that Zhen Gongzi can cooperate with the writing." I

only heard Ying Shouren continue: "Huajian Fang is close to Luoshui, then I will name it "Luo Shen Fu"!" Yuan

Benchu's eyes lit up, Zhen Mi spread out the silk scroll at this time, began to lick the pen, and waited for Ying Shouren to sing through the ages.

Win Shouren naturally wouldn't let the beauty wait for a long time, holding a feather fan, wandering in the room for seven steps: "In the fourth year of Zhongping, Yu Chao Jingshi, return Jiluochuan." The ancients said: The god of Si Shui, the name is Concubine Mi. Feeling Song Yu's matter of the goddess of the king of Chu, he made a gift..."

I have to say that Zhen Mi's words are delicate, strong and powerful, self-contained, clear and elegant and calm, pleasing to the eye.

It's just that at that time, calligraphy alone was a school of its own, and was praised by the people of the world as unparalleled, and it turned out to be the elder brother of Song Wang Zhao Ji, who did not learn and did not know how to win Shouren, with a thin gold body, beautiful bones, easy and kind, iron painting silver hooks, thin and refreshing, and the flanks were like orchid bamboos, not so much words, but rather a picture scroll, and countless literati and elegant guests were willing to ask for it with ten thousand gold.

Getting back to the point, when Ying Shouren sang: "Its shape is also like a shocking Hong, graceful like a dragon." Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is like a wave of hibiscus..."

The pen in Zhen Mi's hand trembled unconsciously, such a good article through the ages, today can really be seen with his own eyes, unconsciously looked up at Ying Shouren, and found that the other party's eyes were burning, and his own figure could appear in his smiling eyes.

[Could it be that he created this article with me as the topic, so talented, but why is it so Meng Lang!]

Ying Shouren: "Zhen Gongzi, it's okay, then I'll continue, so I closed the wind and calmed the waves. Feng Yi sounded the drum, and Nuwa sang the song. Tengwen fish rode with police, and Ming Yuluan passed away. The six dragons are like their heads, and they are the descendants of the cloud car. Whale salamanders are clamping hubs, and waterfowl are guarding them..."

I have to say, Ying Shouren is really bad enough, the whole article of "Luo Shen Fu" has a total of 984 words, and I don't feel sorry for other girls at all, and I am close to an hour at one stop, and my hand is not sour

! As for the other people in the room, I don't dare to breathe at this moment, I am afraid that it will affect Ying Shouren, who is full of talent, and I look forward to witnessing the birth of this eternal song, and I am proud to know it in this life!

"... Command the servant and drive, and I will return to the east road. He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go.

As Ying Shouren finished singing, the room was silent, only listening to Yuan Benchu cheering: "There are only ten buckets in the world, Brother Shouren monopolizes eight buckets, and the rest of the world is divided into the world!"

Bian Mei, Chen Yuanyuan, and Li Shishi didn't care about the image at all, and immediately came to Zhen Gongzi's side and looked at the poem scroll in front of him: "The fragrance of the faint orchid is beautiful, and the steps are hesitating in the corner of the mountain." "

Leaning on the left and the laurel flag on the right." Hold your wrist in the gods and pick the turbulent Xuanzhi. "

The long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long. Er is a mixture of spirits, and his fate is a roaring couple. "

......

His eyes were shining, looking at Ying Shouren's infinite admiration, and Zhen Mi, who was the party concerned, couldn't use any words to describe his current mood at the moment, he only knew that he could create this article with Xiaoyaohou, even if he died at the moment, there would be no regrets in this life!