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"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The eyes of the bustard next to him were bright.

She couldn't understand the poems, but Xia Tian's handwriting amazed her.

She has never seen such a beautiful font.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An were also watching.

These two people have read books, but they don't know much about poetry, but when they saw Xia Tian's font, they were both attracted.

After Xia Tian finished writing, he read it again, and nodded in satisfaction.

This poem is one of the masterpieces of Yongmei poems in his world.

Using things to describe people and people to describe things is a masterpiece that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The font he used was the thin gold font known as the iron hook and silver hook in the history books.

The handwriting of the poems is strong and powerful, the muscles and bones are straight, majestic, free and easy.

"Give it to Miss Plum Blossom."

He saw the bustard next to him still admiring the font, so he interrupted her.

"Okay son, wait a moment, I will send it up for you personally."

Regardless of whether the poems are good or bad, the old bustard thinks this font is very powerful.

It is obviously much better than the fonts of other talented scholars.

It is equivalent to the difference between a top beauty and an old woman.

She carefully took the paper and walked to the backyard, and then came to a small courtyard pavilion.

Seeing her mother coming in, Liu Mei said listlessly, "Mom, let's put it there."

She has read dozens of poems this day, all of which are mediocre without any highlights.

Seeing that her mother sent poems again, she didn't bother to read them.

The old bustard smiled and walked to her side: "Meier, take a look at this, I think his font is very beautiful, and it should be written well."

After she finished speaking, she put it on the table.

Liu Mei glanced at it, her beautiful eyes froze for a moment.

Such a beautiful font.

Then she read the poem once, and after reading it, her pretty face became serious.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness is open to no one."

"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The more she read, the brighter her beautiful eyes became, and her breathing became more rapid.

She feels that this poem is tailor-made for her.

She was born in a scholarly family, but later the family suffered a change, and she went to and from Hualou.

Because of his outstanding appearance and talent, he was envied by many people.

"It's already dusk to worry alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

Isn't this just talking about my own experience?

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and any Qunfang is jealous."

This poem expresses her current situation even more.

"Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

The last sentence was written into her heart.

She muttered to herself, her eyes flushed.

It was the first time the madam saw her like this.

"What happened to Mel? How about this poem?"

Liu Mei came to her senses and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Mom, take me to see this young master."

"Are you still going in person? Is this poem that good?"

Liu Mei: "Mom, you don't understand, this is the best poem I have ever read."

The old bustard stared, a little surprised.

She knows that her daughter's literary skills can make her say the best, so this poem is definitely very powerful.

Because she has never praised the poems written by many talents in the capital.

"Then hurry up, don't keep the young master waiting."

The two hurried downstairs, and her maid followed suit.

In the hall, Xia Tian sat there and waited quietly.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An stood by.

"This Plum Blossom girl is so arrogant, she actually made the young master wait here."

Xia Tian: "Okay, just abide by other people's rules here."

Xiao Xuanzi was mainly worried that the other party would not see his master, and if this was the case, it would spread that his master's face would be dishonored.

Chapter 7 Plum Blossom Girl

In a moment, Xia Tian heard footsteps.

The madam walked in with a beautiful woman with a graceful figure in a pink skirt.

The woman has exquisite facial features, her skin is as white as jade, and her height is about 1.6 meters five.

If the full score is ten, she can definitely score nine.

As expected of the famous beauty of Wanhualou, she is so beautiful without makeup, she can instantly kill the female stars in his world.

"Girl Plum Blossom has come out."

The talented scholars in the lobby became agitated when they saw it.

Liu Mei went straight to Xia Tian: "I have met you personally."

Xia Tian smiled all over his face: "You're welcome, Miss Plum Blossom."

The people around were stunned when they saw Miss Plum Blossom's actions.

Could it be that the poem he just wrote alarmed the Plum Blossom girl? ?

This is the first time that Plum Blossom girl came out on her own initiative, right?

who is he?Never seen this guy before?

"Young master, would you like to go to my concubine's residence to talk about it?"

Xia Tian: "Very good."

"Sir, please."

Under the envious and jealous eyes of many scholars and talents around.

Xia Tian followed the plum blossom girl and left the lobby.

Xiao Xuanzi and Xie An also followed behind.

When they came to the small courtyard, Xia Tian said to Xie An and the two: "You are waiting for me here."

"Yes, son."

Then Xia Tian and Miss Plum Blossom came to the boudoir on the second floor.

There is a faint fragrance in the boudoir, which makes people feel refreshed after smelling it.

"Sir, please sit down, Qiao'er makes tea."

Xia Tian sat on the round wooden stool, looking at Liu Mei unabashedly.

Damn, it's so beautiful.

In my previous life, I didn't even dare to think about such a wife.

Still comfortable in this life.

I became the son of heaven through time travel, God treats me well.

Liu Mei felt a little shy when she was stared at by his naked eyes, and she was more happy in her heart.

It can be seen that this handsome young man also likes himself.

Seeing her like this, Xia Tian couldn't hold back even more.

The soul who has been single for 28 years is restless.

Liu Mei's voice was soft and sweet: "My name is Liu Mei, and I don't know your surname?"

Xia Tian: "My name is Xia Tian, ​​the character Yuan Hao."

With a slight smile on Liu Mei's exquisite pretty face: "Where is Mr. Xia from?"

Xia Tian: "I'm from Tianshan County. I'm going to take the autumn exam in a while. I'm coming to Beijing to take the exam. I hope I can get fame."

Liu Mei: "Young master's poetry is amazing. I think he can get a good result in the autumn exam."

Xia Tian is not humble at all: "It shouldn't be difficult to get a champion."

……

In Liu Mei's view, Mr. Xia is confident.

It is so easy to say, Mr. Xia must be a man of great talent.

"My lord, is your poem a new one?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at him with big watery eyes.

These beautiful big eyes are tender and tender, as if they can speak.

Xia Tian nodded: "When I heard about Miss Meihua's life experience, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and I came up with this poem."

"Young master, I also like this poem very much, can you give it to me?"

Xia Tian: "This is for Miss Plum Blossom, as long as she likes it."

"I like it very much, but I don't know the name of this poem, son, can you nominate this poem?"

"of course can."

Liu Mei hastily laid out the paper on which the poems were written, and asked Qiaoer to bring the pen and ink.

Xia Tian wrote the title of the poem on it: Yongmei, and his own name: Xia Yuanhao.

Liu Mei was standing next to him, and when she saw his handwriting, she couldn't help praising him: "Young master's handwriting is powerful, chic and elegant, and he is in a class of his own. I have never seen such a beautiful handwriting before. How dare I ask this handwriting? Who created it?"

Xia Tian smiled slightly, shamelessly: "This is what I created."

Anyway, there is no such thing as a thin body in this world.

Liu Mei's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

She originally thought that such exquisite fonts were created by the great Confucians of the time.

Never thought that it was created by Xia Tian.

He looked too young after all.

What kind of talent is this?