Fantasia: The beginning became a little villain

A piece of lonely city Wanren Mountain.

Why should Qiang Di blame the willows,

The spring breeze does not pass Yumen Pass. "

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was overwhelmed.

The implication is indescribably deep, and it is a rebellious swan song at any time!

Only Chen Su dared to write such a poem!

"Weicheng is dusty in the morning rain,

The guest house is green and willow-colored new,

Persuade you to drink more wine,

Going west out of Yangguan, there is no old friend. "

Chen Su read softly, a group of talented scholars gasped, their eyes widened already.

Another masterpiece that can be handed down for generations!

This poem is full of sincerity, meaningful charm, and without any trace of refinement, it is really a quatrain!

"Looking up to the sky and going out laughing, I'm from Penghao..."

"I see how charming Qingshan is, but Qingshan should be like this when I see me."

"If you don't hate the ancients, I won't see you. If you hate the ancients, you won't see me!"

One after another classic works were sued by Chen Su.

He even recited the rise, full of pride and wildness.

"This, this..."

The literati were amazed and couldn't help getting up.

The eyes staring at Chen Su couldn't help trembling.

mad!

Crazy!

Crazy amazing, crazy convincing!

These articles are more than masterpieces, they are all handed down from generation to generation!

What kind of literary talent is this? !

Simply unimaginable!

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!"

Chen Sumeng looked back at Zuo Qingxin: "How! Miss Zuo, is there anything else I missed?!"

"..."

Zuo Qing's heart fluttered, he was already dumbfounded.

So what about the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate, but anyone who loves articles will shed tears in front of so many shocking works!

There was more than one person beating his chest and stamping his feet in the arena, with crazy makeup.

Each of Chen Su's poems can hit the depths of people's hearts and directly reach the true meaning of emotion.

The poems handed down from generation to generation are all amazing existences for mortals.

"Unexpected, unexpected..."

Zuo Qingxin took a deep breath before he stopped his trembling voice and said, "Your Majesty has such an astonishing talent. I am a concubine, and I am delighted to surrender!"

Faced with so many works.

Looking at the talented Chen Su in front of her, she felt that his whole body was glowing, as if he was about to turn into stars, sun and moon, which made her flustered, and she couldn't say anything against her will no matter what.

These poems made Zuo Qingxin completely enamored.

And Chen Su, who created these poems, made her give up resistance.

When there is only one piece of lovesickness, she thinks that lovesickness is the best article in the world.

But when so many shocking masterpieces appeared, she had already discovered that lovesickness was nothing in these articles.

She was not wronged if she lost to Chen Su like this.

"very good!"

Chen Su calmed down and looked at Zuo Qingxin in front of him with satisfaction: "From now on, you will be my maid."

"maid?"

Zuo Qingxin couldn't help but look up.

He is a majestic demon saint, a woman among the best in the world, but she is only a maid?

Neither wives nor concubines?

Could it be that Chen Su was deliberately humiliating her?

"Why, can't you?" Chen Su asked lightly.

"..."

Zuo Qingxin shook his head helplessly: "From now on, the concubine will be the son's maid."

I have admitted it, and it is too late to regret it at this time.

But since it is a maid!

Then this guy don't want to touch himself!

Chapter 109

"Miss Left!"

People like Zhao Qintian and Wang Tenglong who are greedy for left-leaning beauty are in a hurry.

The stunning beauties became Chen Su's people on the first day they came out of the cabinet. It was too much to not give them a chance.

"You, at least let me wait until I see Zhenrong before leaving Tingchao Pavilion."

Zhao Qintian was so sour.

Although there is only half of his face, Zuo Qingxin has almost haunted him in his dreams. He thought that the first meeting today was just the beginning of getting along with Zuo Qingxin, but it ended before it even started!

Who can bear this!

"Since Miss Zuo regards poetry as a rule, it is also destined to meet a talented person like Chen Su today, but it is too, too wronged for Miss Zuo to be a maid."

"Yes, Chen Su is not a son of man!"

The people on the flower boat hated the final outcome.

But even Zhao Qintian and others didn't have any doubts.

Chen Su's poems directly stunned everyone, it was too terrifying, and there was no sense of dissatisfaction at all.

Fortunately, poems are just poems after all, and this world is respected by martial arts, um, but Chen Su's martial arts talent seems to be equally peerless...

Not a man!

Chen Su couldn't be a son of man by teasing her!

"Let's go, since you are mine, you can follow me to live in the palace, and you don't have to stay in Tingchao Pavilion."

Chen Su didn't bother to pay attention to these people who were about to go crazy, and drifted away with a left-leaning heart.

Accepted a demon saint as a maid.

In this way, two of the world's three masters belong to him.

Think about it and feel comfortable.

Chen Su was on the way back, feeling complacent and anxious.

It's a pity that this woman Zuo Qingxin came to the imperial city with impure intentions. Although she became his maid in name, she still focused on the cause of the Demon Sect behind her back.

Fortunately, Momen will cooperate with Zhennan Wangfu in the future, so there is no conflict.

……

After he left.

His various poems on the flower boat quickly permeated the entire imperial city.

Overwhelming manuscripts were scattered all over the streets and alleys in one day!

Countless people were amazed at Chen Su's literary talent.

In an instant, countless women regarded Chen Su as the lover of their dreams.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are Hua Xiangrong...he has such a literary talent."

In the Su family, Su Jiner looked at the handwritten copy of Chen Su's poems and felt atrial fibrillation.

That guy with astonishing talent in martial arts, profound identity and background, but ruthless and ungrateful, has such an astonishing literary talent.

Are all talented people so ruthless?

Su Jin'er was both self-pity and intoxicated with poetry for a while, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

Simultaneously.

Xiao's mansion.

Holding the collection of poems, Xiao Mengqiu was fascinated and intoxicated: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave for thousands of miles..."

"How could the son be in such a situation? I never imagined that behind his domineering self-confidence, there are such thoughts. The writing is great, but it's a pity that this guy is a sentimental type."

Thinking of Su Jin'er and Xiao Zhao beside Chen Su, and thinking of this left-leaning heart that just appeared, Xiao Mengqiu's heart was in a mess.

She even regretted it a little. Shouldn't she have promised her with her body at the beginning? Would the result be better?

And in Zhennan Wangfu.

The King of Zhennan held his collection of poems and stared wide-eyed: "It's a matter of the king and the world, and he won the fame before and after his life. It's a pity that it happened for nothing... When did this brat have such abilities!"

"But this poem must be written with me in mind. It's a pity that it happened in vain. Is this kid so worried? Dad didn't love you for nothing!"

The king of Zhennan held Jiang Chengzi and couldn't put it down, he regarded it as a treasure!

"Sir."

When Chen Sushan returned to the palace.

Xiao Zhao, Chen Yanyan, Xu Shisan, Li Xing and a group of people all surrounded them.

"Brother! How did you write these poems!" Chen Yanyan exclaimed as soon as she saw Chen Su: "The writing is so good! Why didn't you say it earlier if you have the ability!"

Xiao Zhao looked at Chen Su quietly: "Your Majesty, Xiao Zhao didn't know that you still have such talent. It's really, really amazing!"

"The Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day, soaring up to ninety thousand miles, my son, thirteen worship!"

"I love that too! It's so evocative to read!"

Xu Shisan and Li Xing's blood boiled with enthusiasm.

A group of people stared at Chen Su eagerly, trying to see him through.

They were all shocked.

In their hearts, their own son is simply a god-man.

"correct."

Chen Su paused when he heard the footsteps here, looked at Yang Liu and the two behind him and said, "Speaking of the roc, when will Jin Yiwei's roc be executed?"

That is a 1-year cultivation base, and it must not be missed.

"It should be the day after tomorrow."

Yang and Liu said.

"Well, there's something wrong with the two of you today."