There are too many girls, which greatly delays my cultivation of immortality.

At this time, a servant came up from downstairs and said that the mutton was roasted and everyone was invited to go down and enjoy it.

Everyone then came to the second floor. Mo Zaiyu took the seat of honor and asked Nangong Feiyan to take the guest seat, followed by Ye Qingchen.

The other brothers and sisters took their seats one after another regardless of their priority.

In the cold weather, mutton was delicious and warm. With the wine Wang Juncai brought from Youzhou, everyone ate with gusto.

The two girls didn't like drinking, so they only toasted Mo Zaiyu with a cup of tea instead.

Everyone toasted to Mo Zaiyu, but Mo Zaiyu had no intention of drinking. He kept thinking about writing a preface, imagining what kind of extraordinary article he would read later.

After eating for a while, Li Qingwan had already noticed that her master was absent-minded. She guessed what he was thinking and suggested:

"Why don't we go upstairs first and let Mr. Ye finish the poems, then come and enjoy the poems and drinks? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable?"

"Okay!" Mo Zaiyu couldn't wait to agree, and then stood up.

Everyone else knew that Master was impatient, so they all agreed in unison, and everyone was also looking forward to Mr. Ye's next performance.

The moment Ye Qingchen agreed to write the preface, he actually already had a plan.

Everyone climbed to the third floor.

Ye Qingchen opened the window overlooking the river and looked around. The sun was setting in the west. The rays of light spread on the river, sparkling and beautiful.

In this situation, the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", which has been memorized from previous lives and passed through the ages, is just applicable. However, the original text contains many names of people, places and allusions that are not found in this world. If you directly copy them all, it will inevitably make people confused and confused.

Fortunately, this article is the first parallel prose in the history. Parallel prose pays attention to the beauty of diction and neat dialogues. Appropriate deletions will not affect the smoothness of the article.

Ye Qingchen thought for a while and already had an idea. Remove the first paragraph of the article about the place where the original author Wang Bo attended a banquet at Tengwang Pavilion in Nanchang. Remove the description of the author's own situation, and delete the antithetical sentences containing names of people and places in the middle.

After leaving only the lyrical part of the original text, some details were adjusted. For example, the original text "Shiwei is in September, and the order belongs to Sanqiu" does not match the season at this time, so it was changed to "Shiwei is in the winter month, and it is located in Qianzhou". The most famous sentence in the original text, "The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky." It was also changed to "The falling clouds and the solitary owl are flying together, the river is the same color as the sky" due to the different seasons.

He recited it silently in his mind. The sentences were smooth and there were no flaws at all. Although after such changes, the quality of the original text has definitely declined, but it is still an extremely gorgeous and stunning work.

After a period of deliberation, Ye Qingchen already had a plan in mind.

He turned back to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote confidently.

Li Qingwan polished the ink for him, and Nangong Feiyan held the paper for him.

Ye Qingchen wrote vigorously without pausing for a moment.

Everyone held their breath for fear of being disturbed.

Every time I write a sentence, everyone is silently chanting it in their hearts.

As an adapted and abridged version of "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" became longer and longer, everyone's eyes grew wider and wider.

[It was in the winter month of Wei, and it was located in Qianzhou. When the water is gone, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains.

Covered in embroidery, he bowed down to the carved beast. The mountains are wide and wide, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. Luyan rushes to the ground, the home of bells and tripods; Gejian Mijin, the axis of green birds and yellow dragons. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the river and the water are the same color as the sky. The fishing boats are singing late, and the wild geese are frightened by the cold.

The distant lapel is smooth, and the joy is flying. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. I can only watch the sky in the middle of the sky, and I can enjoy traveling in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high and the northern star is far away. The mountains are difficult to cross, and those who have lost their way feel sad; meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land.

When fortunes are not favorable, life may lead to many misfortunes; a gentleman sees an opportunity and a wise man knows his destiny. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a white-headed heart; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you feel particularly happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it swings; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees.

Alas! The resort does not last forever, and the grand feast is hard to come back; the Orchid Pavilion is gone, and the ruins of Zizeqiu are gone. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public. Dare to use up your contempt, be respectful and short-tempered; please sprinkle Panjiang River, and everyone will pour over the land, sea and clouds. 】

The pen walks the dragon and the snake, and the iron draws the silver hook.

A masterpiece of literature, written in one go.

After finishing writing, Ye Qingchen signed and titled it: Ye Gucheng.

Seeing this, Yang Qinghe, Qi Yunsheng and Wang Juncai suddenly fell down on their chairs.

Yang Qinghe didn't sit upright and almost fell to the ground.

Wen Zhiyin hurriedly supported him and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"No...it's okay!" Yang Qinghe pretended to be calm.

Only Yan Shujian knew why these three people had such a big reaction.

To be able to write such a wonderful piece of work that is relevant to the situation and beautifully written in such a short period of time, not to mention the Momen disciples present, I am afraid even the master may not be able to do it.

With such amazing literary talent, he is already at the top of the world and no one can match him. However, the strength of others is not limited to this.

What's even more incredible is that he is really Ye Gucheng!

Who doesn't know Ye Gucheng's name in Qianjing City?

Hunyuan Holy Physique, in his early twenties, was able to fight with General Tiance without any inferiority.

OMG!

Does such a freak really exist in this world?

It doesn’t matter if he has both civil and military skills. What’s terrible is that both civil and military strength have reached their peak!

At this time, the eyes of Yang Qinghe, Qi Yunsheng, and Wang Juncai were filled not only with reverence and admiration, but also with unconcealable fear.

Especially Wang Juncai, he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine when he thought about how he had repeatedly despised and humiliated him in the Prime Minister's Palace, and even wanted to attack this "god man".

"No wonder Yan Shujian stepped forward and stopped me resolutely. I was still a little angry at the time, but now that I think about it, it was Master Yan who clearly saved my life!" Thinking of this, Wang Juncai couldn't help but glance at Yan Shujian gratefully. .

It was hard for him to imagine what horrific things would have happened if he had really caught Mr. Ye and dragged him up.

How could a person who could fight against martial arts representative Li Tiangang take him, the son of a small prefect, seriously?

Mo Zaiyu ignored them and stared at the long scroll on the table. In his eyes, the handsome and elegant words on the paper were thousands of times more beautiful than the most beautiful things in the world.

It's as if every word turns into a fairy and dances on the paper.

His beard trembled with excitement, and he couldn't help but praise loudly:

"Unbelievable!

incredible!

In an instant, with one swipe!

Even if Wenquxing descends to earth, he may not have such power!

I am really ashamed of myself, I admire you, I admire you! "

It can be seen that every word he speaks comes from the heart.

"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the river and the sky are the same color."

"The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the universe is infinite; when happiness is exhausted and sorrow comes, there are countless consciousnesses."

"When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart; when you are poor and strong, you would rather not fall into the clouds."

He held his hands behind his back, held his head high, walked around as if no one else was around, and repeatedly recited the beautiful sentences in the article.

The expressions are exaggerated, the hands are dancing, almost crazy!

"There are beautiful scenes, true feelings, thoughts, and insights. As soon as this article was published, there was no article in the world!"

After saying that, Mo Zaiyu laughed loudly.

"I am so lucky to have experienced the creation process of this article. I have no regrets in this life! Hahaha..."

The Momen disciples were silent.

Even Master felt ashamed and had no regrets. No one dared to make any further comments.

Unparalleled and wonderful article, I am convinced by it!

Li Qingwan was more than convinced?

"Unfortunate fortunes, misfortunes..." When she saw this, her heart never calmed down for a moment.

Lamenting that creation had tricked people, he was purged and made a eunuch when he was young.

Once you become a eunuch, you are destined to be unable to be an official or participate in politics for the rest of your life. Although people like Huang Shixian can dominate the government and the public, they only rely on flattering their masters and secretly performing dirty tricks in front of their ministers. In the end, they cannot get on the stage.

He is a man of unparalleled talent, but buried deep in the palace, with nowhere to display his lofty ambitions.

He can only be busy with the trivial matters of serving tea and water all day long, living a life of groveling slaves.

In fact, it was no longer possible to marry and have children normally and enjoy family happiness. One can imagine the misery in his heart.

In the article, between the lines, he laments the injustice of fate and his helplessness about the impermanence of the world. Li Qingwan, who is delicate and thoughtful, can completely relate to it.

Her eyes were full of admiration, regret, and sympathy.

Seeing the faint smile on Mr. Ye's face, Li Qingwan felt like her heart was twisting in a knife.

She flattened her mouth, and the emotions in her chest surged, and she could no longer contain them. They turned into two lines of hot tears, and flowed down.