I made millions after becoming a tyrant's concubine

Qian Yanzhi regretted it very much at this moment, why he didn't read more at the beginning, after all, as the saying goes, he has read [-] Tang poems by heart, and he can recite poems even if he can't compose them.

He can chant, but he can only chant without writing lyrics.

Now that there is a drinking order, he can't just hum, so Qian Yanzhi feels that he has to work hard elsewhere.

After several rounds of drinking orders came down, quite a few people wrote poems, especially Meng Xingchen and Shen Zhaonan, whose poems were even comparable and were well received.

So just when Qian Yanzhi was in a daze, trying to figure out how to avoid the drinking order, the plum blossom branch happened to pass into his hands, and before he handed it out, the drumming stopped.

Qian Yanzhi held the plum blossom branch and was reaching out to Li Chengye. He looked around, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for his poem.

Qian Yanzhi: "..."

Strike, Lightning Ball!

Qian Yanzhi yelled the slogan in his heart, and smiled awkwardly and politely: "I definitely don't know how to compose poetry. After all, there is a specialization in this art. I specialize in calligraphy. How about I write all the poems you have written, how about it?"

"Shaoshi Qian, since you don't know how to compose poetry, why did Lord Hou invite you to the poetry meeting? Isn't this a slap in the face of Lord Hou?" Meng Xingchen smiled, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the other aristocratic princes were all contemptuous, but Shen Zhaonan's expression remained unchanged, he said:

"Not everyone can write poetry."

"How can this scholar not know how to write poetry?" said the young man in blue.

Li Chengye coughed twice, with a gentle expression on his face: "I didn't invite the young envoy to the poetry meeting not to ask him to compose poems, but just to let him appreciate the green plums in the garden. It's not good for the young envoy to not write poems." Breaking the rules, since the young envoy said that he specializes in calligraphy, then anyone can write a poem about green plums, what do you think?"

"How about this, let Shaoshi Qian write the poems written by the few people in front of us silently, so that we don't have to drink." Meng Xingchen said.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

There are five people who wrote poems before, and the poems of these five people are either five-character or seven-character, long or short.

Except for the young man who was recording at the side, I am afraid that when the second person writes a poem, he will forget what the previous person wrote.

So asking Qian Yanzhi to silently write the poems of the five of them is simply making things difficult for others!

Qian Yanzhi looked silent.

Someone taunted, "Did Shao Envoy Qian admit defeat? Let's have a drink."

Qian Yanzhi: "Oh, bring a pen."

Li Chengye hastily summoned a servant to lay out pens, ink, paper and inkstones for him, and Li Chengye grinds them for him himself.

Qian Yanzhi glanced at him unconsciously, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and after asking the system to add a purchased and reused Xizhi calligraphy for him, he began to carefully recall what poem the first person wrote.

After waiting for confirmation, he began to retell the poems written by each of them verbatim.

Among all the poems, only Meng Xingchen and Shen Zhaonan's poems are the best, especially when paired with Qian Yanzhi's handwriting, it is even more amazing. I only think that this poem should be matched with such calligraphy.

Qian Yanzhi's calligraphy is smooth and flowing, and the system also corrected his typos by the way.

"They should be framed," someone said.

"Writing such characters, I always feel that my poems are not too bad."

"Master Hou, can Shao Envoy Qian give us his calligraphy as a gift? It should be framed and hung in the main hall."

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A few people talked nonsense, but Qian Yanzhi felt very useful in hearing it.

Fortunately, Xizhi's calligraphy skills can still be used, coupled with his unique selective memory, the combination is perfect.

Li Chengye looked at the calligraphy written by Qian Yanzhi, and after thinking about it, he said: "It is possible for them to take it back by themselves, but it is not enough, can you also write a word for me, just write Guanqing Pavilion, and I will write it some other day." Let someone make a plaque, okay?"

Qian Yanzhi was a little proud: "Yes, if Master Hou wants it, I will naturally give it."

The people in the room were talking, when suddenly they heard the boy's anxious and obstructed voice from outside, but the voice was faster than his, a man in red clothes appeared in Guanqing while shaking a folding fan The door of the pavilion.

Everyone was attracted by the red shadow, and Qian Yanzhi was no exception.

With just one glance, Qian Yanzhi was so scared that he fell off the chair. Fortunately, the armrest was held firmly so that the injured place would not be worsened.

The boy who blocked him appeared at the door, and as soon as he called Lord Hou, Li Chengye got up and waved him to leave, his originally gentle gaze became a little cold, he said:

"Elder Helian doesn't only like singing and dancing, why is he interested today and came to my Green Plum Garden."

He Lian Chengbi put away the paper fan and held his hands behind his back, with a smile in his purple pupils, he said briskly:

"Of course the person I like is here, and I'm here to look for him."

As he spoke, he walked towards Qian Yanzhi, forcing Qian Yanzhi to get up and hide behind Li Chengye's chair.

He Lian Chengbi found it interesting, and quickly approached Qian Yanzhi, grabbed his hand and said, "Yesterday, I was in a hurry to say goodbye and I didn't have time to ask your name, you thief, what's your name?"

Everyone: "..."

Under what circumstances, why is it called a heart thief.

Qian Yanzhi only felt goosebumps all over his body, and wanted to withdraw his hand from him, while avoiding him:

"Heroes don't ask where they come from, Dahai don't ask where they come from, just ask my name when we meet by chance, how rude you are."

He Lian Chengbi was not annoyed, but just smiled and said: "We met by chance, you forgot what we did at the tavern yesterday, you said you went to the tavern to find me."

Qian Yanzhi closed his eyes and recited Amitabha silently, then opened his mouth and said, "It's just a temporary politeness, you don't have to take it seriously."

He Lianchengbi said: "Why don't I take it seriously? The man stands upright and keeps his word. I said I would marry you as the imperial concubine and I would never break my promise. Of course I have to take it seriously. You thief, tell me what's your name. I will write it on my family tree and engrave it on my heart."

Qian Yanzhi wailed, please, let him go!

Just as Helian Chengbi continued to approach, Li Chengye suddenly said:

"Helian's son, this is the Green Plum Garden. It's the poetry meeting organized by the Marquis. If you are interested, you can sit down and write poetry together. If not, I will send you off."

He Liancheng's eyes fell on Li Chengye's body partly, his face was pale and his breath was weak, but this aggressive aura caught him by surprise.

He glanced at Meng Xingchen who was sitting on Li Chengye's right, and suddenly smiled and sat in the seat that Qian Yanzhi had originally taken.

Qian Yanzhi, who was scared by Helian Chengbi and fled in a hurry, stood awkwardly at this moment, and wanted to leave altogether.

Helian Chengbi looked at Qian Yanzhi who was standing there, and then suddenly realized: "So I took your place, why not do this, sit in my arms, and let my enthusiasm surround you."

Qian Yanzhi wiped the expression on his face lightly, and said seriously: "No, I am not suitable for poetry, I am suitable for writing."

He walked up to the boy who was recording the poems next to him, and motioned him to get up quickly.

The boy glanced at Li Chengye, then got up and exited the Guanqing Pavilion, Qian Yanzhi lifted his clothes and sat down, rubbing his ink leisurely.

Helian Chengbi's eyes seemed to grow on Qian Yanzhi's body, and she was clearly the beauty that Qian Yanzhi liked. How could he be a little scared in the face of such a fierce offensive from him.

"Is this your handwriting? It's so beautiful, it's mine, and I want to take it all away." Helian Chengbi saw the handwriting on the table in front of him, folded it like a treasure, and folded his handwriting. The folding fan is on top.

Qian Yanzhi only felt the gazes cast from all directions, like thorns on his back.

Being called a heart-stealing thief by a man, he felt an unprecedented shame, which was even more shameful than Huo Zheng pressing him in the bathtub to die day and night.

He rested his forehead with one hand, tried his best to avoid Helian Chengbi's sight, and then asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Li Chengye's eyes fell on Qian Yanzhi, and his eyes turned gentle again. He responded lightly, and took the plum blossom branch to signal the drummer to start.

Naturally, Helian Chengbi didn't care about games, he could only see Qian Yanzhi who was serious about writing.

After waiting for the end of the round, when Qian Yanzhi was transcribing the poem, Li Chengye suddenly changed the topic, and did not signal the game to continue, but called Shen Zhaonan directly:

"Cough, cough, Shen Zhuangyuan, two days ago when my boy went shopping, he came back and told me something. He said that Shen Zhuangyuan was kind-hearted and generous. He rescued a hungry and dizzy outsider on the street and sent him brought it home?"

When Li Chengye mentioned this, Qian Yanzhi hurriedly stopped writing, and looked at Shen Zhaonan seriously.

At the same time, even the smiling Helian Chengbi became serious, his eyes fell on Meng Xingchen, and then he said with a smile: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Do you want to know the details?"

Li Chengye ignored him, and only said: "Unfortunately, I don't have the right to recommend scholars as officials. Shen Zhuangyuan is kind-hearted and kind-hearted. If he can get a half-time official to serve the people, it would be better to share the worries of the monarch. In Yuan Pavilion, the talent of Shen Zhuangyuan is really buried."

Helian Chengbi said: "Master Hou is planning to accept the number one scholar as his disciple?"

Li Chengye smiled lightly: "It's just a matter of cherishing talents, but it's He Lian's son who hangs around wine shops and fireworks all day long, which is really embarrassing."

Helian Chengbi smiled lightly and remained silent.

Shen Zhaonan got up and saluted and said: "I dare not take it upon myself to be praised by Lord Hou and the prince. Saving brother Yan is nothing more than a small effort, and it is really not a kindness. Especially in Wenyuan Pavilion, I can read many ancient books while repairing books. The sages You have also learned a lot of principles, it is really not buried."

Li Chengye just nodded and chuckled, but when he didn't want to, he heard Qian Yanzhi scream in pain, attracting everyone's attention.

Qian Yanzhi covered his stomach and raised his eyes to look at the crowd, embarrassed to say:

"It seems that I ate too much yogurt, and my stomach hurts. I'll go to the latrine."

A trace of worry flashed in Li Chengye's eyes, watching Qian Yanzhi put down his pen and ran out of Guanqing Pavilion quickly, then the worry in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a relaxed smile, motioning everyone to continue.

On the contrary, Helian Chengbi picked up the folding fan on the table and Qian Yanzhi's pen and ink, got up and said, "We Dongyi people don't know how to compose poetry, but we enjoy drinking, thank you Lord Li for the hospitality. "

He Lian Chengbi got up and saluted, and his eyes fell on Meng Xingchen who was looking dignified at the moment, and he couldn't help saying:

"His Royal Highness Huai'an, don't worry. Although there are your poems in this calligraphy, for the sake of my heart, I will not throw it away. Instead, I will frame it and hang it in the most conspicuous place."

Helian Chengbi smiled, and immediately stepped out of the Guanqing Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

The author has something to say: Huo Zheng: I want to dye this thing green.

Qian Yanzhi: Calm down.