I Don't Want to Be a Valkyrie

Of course, there were a few others who had already put down their pens, and handed them to Miss Hongyu's maid with a nervous expression on their faces.

"..."

Fu Hua put down his pen and looked at the poem he wrote in front of him. Although it was copied...but it still looks very good, at least the calligraphy looks good.

Looking at the two girls beside me, I found that they both looked stupid looking at the poem in front of me, completely unresponsive.Come to think of it... the Hongyu girl can pass the test easily.

After the ink was dry, Fu Hua folded up the paper in front of him and prepared to hand it to the maid in front of Hongyu girl.

"Young master, let me pass it for you..."

Seeing Fu Hua's actions, the girl in yellow came back to her senses and said to Fu Hua.

"This...then I will trouble you to hand it over to Miss Hongyu's maid." Fu Hua hesitated for a moment, then handed it to her with a smile.

Chapter 37 Ruby Girl

Miss Hongyu's boudoir in Xiaoxiang Pavilion is much larger than other girls' rooms. Others have only one room, at most it is a room where the living room and bedroom are connected.

But Miss Hongyu's boudoir is two or three times larger than that of other girls.This is not surprising, who made her the number one here, the treatment must be different.

"Girl, this is the work of the young masters..."

In the room, a maid who was not bad in the eyes of ordinary people took the papers with poems written on them and handed them to Miss Hongyu in front of her.

But even in the room, this Hongyu girl still wears a veil, although this veil can only be used for decoration, it is impossible to cover her face.

"give it to me!"

The girl wearing the veil gently opened her mouth and took the paper, her voice was very charming...with a kind of indiscriminately seductive feeling, even the maid who has been serving by her side, listening to her voice Some fascinated.

It is a voice of enchantment that does not distinguish between men and women.

After handing over the work to Hongyu, the maid exited the room because Miss Hongyu doesn't like other people in her room if it is not necessary.

Seeing the maid leave, Hongyu didn't care at all, but leaned against the wall, flipping through these works as if she didn't care.

Because she didn't have high expectations, even though she was a brothel girl, few people visited her room all year round.

However, there are still countless people who are willing to spend thousands of dollars to be able to be alone in a room... There are also many people who have lost their fortunes.After all, there are only two people in Yangzhou City who can compare with her, and they are not simple.

"what……"

At first, she didn't care too much, thinking that today is the same as Hongyu girl, suddenly she turned to the third-to-last work, and her eyes were attracted.

"This font, a font I've never seen before!"

Hongyu herself is a master of calligraphy, so of course she is not unfamiliar with all kinds of calligraphy, but the font in front of her is unheard of...

This is a font with a very strong personality. It is even different from traditional calligraphy styles such as Jinkai and Tangkai. The difference is very large, and it is simply an original creation in the history of calligraphy.

Touching this font, Hongyu can see that its strokes are relatively thin and hard, so the brushwork is exposed, and traces of brushwork such as running Teton can be clearly seen. It is a font with a unique style.

The brushwork is nimble and quick, and the handwriting is thin and strong, so thin without losing its flesh, and its large characters are especially graceful and graceful.

Hongyu was already surprised by the font alone, and she was even more shocked when she read the poem carefully.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column misses the year. Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, and Wang Dichun's heart entrusted cuckoos.

There are tears in the moon and pearl in the sea, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.Can this feeling be turned into a memory?It was just at a loss. "

Miss Hongyu chanted the poem softly, especially the last line, she couldn't help repeating it several times.

"Can this feeling be turned into a memory? It's just that I was at a loss at the time..."

What kind of talent can write this poem that is enough to pass through the ages?

Hongyu looked at Luoming next to the poem.

"Fu Hua..."

She whispered the name softly, at this moment she suddenly felt extremely curious about this person she had never heard of before.

"Ling'er, come in."

Looking at the poetry and being silent for a while, Hongyu called out to the maid outside.

……

"Young master, don't worry, your literary talent is astonishing...Although I don't have much literary talent, I often watch those talented scholars write poems. I have never seen anyone who can write such beautiful lines as the young master's, so... ...Congratulations, young master, Miss Hongyu will definitely invite young master to go."

Although she was congratulating Fu Hua, the girl in yellow couldn't help feeling a little bit bitter in her heart. Meeting such a perfect man was not her own.

"I'm not worried about this, I'm just curious that Miss Hongyu is such a person."

Fu Hua is very confident, not in himself, but in the poems that were selected into the Three Hundred Tang Poems.If you don't even like this, Fu Hua might really want to look at this Hongyu girl differently.

"Isn't this...Young Master will see you soon?"

……

"Who is Master Fuhuafu? Miss Hongyu welcomes you!"

Not long after, a maid came to the lake and asked everyone.

"Fu Hua? Who? Could it be that he wrote poems that moved Miss Hongyu's heart?"

"I have been in Yangzhou City for so many years, and I have never heard of such a talented man named Fu Hua. How can he live in the same room with Miss Hongyu?"