After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 533

When Miss Miaomiao said the following sentence, the corner of Xia Hua's mouth twitched suddenly.

She came to kill Li Chenan!

Not here to find a husband-in-law!
It's just that the girl Miaomiao said that this poem was written by Li Chenan, which made her a little unbelievable, so she became a little curious:
"Judging from the meaning of the word...I heard that Li Chen'an has just turned 80. How can it give people the feeling that he is [-] years old?"

"Words are born from the heart, how did he come to such a bleak experience?"

Miss Miaomiao turned off the fire and poured tea, then shook her head:
"Mr. Li is a genius, maybe he met an old man somewhere and wrote this poem with emotion."

"As for the real reason, it's a pity that Mr. Li didn't come to Pingjiang City, but went to Shuzhou, otherwise... the little girl also wants to ask him in person, and ask him for a poem in person."

Xia Hua didn't ask this question again, she could only ask Li Chen'an if she wanted to.

She picked up the teacup, and asked another question as if nothing had happened: "He... since he has the name of a poet, last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, his other fifteen poems... can Miss Miaomiao write them for me? look?"

"Of course it's okay...Miss doesn't even know his poems that have been handed down in the world?"

"Ah, this girl just came down the mountain."

"Oh, write down Miaomiao and show it to Miss...don't fall in love with him!"

Xia Hua took a sip of tea, choked with fright at this sentence, she coughed violently, and it took a while for it to calm down.

"I don't like that weak literati!"

Miss Miaomiao beckoned and called a maid to grind ink for her.

She looked at Xia Hua and smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Young Master Li is not some weak scholar."

"He... should be very hard!"

If he wasn't tough, how could Jiangnan Dao's officialdom be turned upside down by him alone?
When Xia Hua heard this, her face turned slightly red.

After a while, the maid finished sharpening a whole inkstone.

Miaomiao took a piece of paper and laid it out in front of her very carefully.

She brewed for another five breaths, then picked up the pen, and wrote it on the paper very sacredly and solemnly.

Open your mouth lightly:
"The poem just now is called "Jiangchengzi", and it was the first poem written by Mr. Li at the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"The second poem is called "Xijiang Moon, A Big Dream of World Affairs"."

"The world is a dream,
How many times in life is cool.

The wind and leaves have been mingled in the corridor at night.

Look at the eyebrows and temples.

The wine is cheap and the customers are few,

The moonlight is often hindered by clouds.

Who will share the lonely light during the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Look north sadly! "

Miss Miaomiao put the piece of paper aside, took another piece of paper and spread it in front of her, and wrote:

"The third poem is called "Zhegui Order, Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Who grinds a round of flying mirrors?
It shines through the universe and reflects the mountains and rivers!
Yulu is cold,

Washing the autumn sky, the silver man has no waves,
Clearer than the long night,
There is no hindrance to the osmanthus shadow whirling. "

"I sang loudly,

To ask Chang'e,

Good night sleepy,

... How about not getting drunk? "

"This fourth song..."

"The fifth song..."

"No. 15..."

When Miss Miaomiao was reciting these words while writing, Xia Hua sitting opposite her was stunned!

She couldn't believe that it was Li Chen'an at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, and he only used a stick of incense to write these amazing and brilliant poems!
What kind of literary attainment is this?

How deep a literary background does this require?

No wonder the emperor of Ningguo gave him the title of Immortal Poetry on the spot!

His talent... No matter which great Confucian in any country, at least in the matter of poetry, he is no match for him!
Although Xia Hua is practicing martial arts in Tianyin Pavilion, she is also studying at the same time.

Although her teacher is not Yunshu Xianyun's elder Confucianism, he is also the principal of Bailu Academy in Dongxu City, and Mr. Qiu Chenqiu, one of the five great Confucianists in Wu State.

Tianyin Pavilion also cultivates swords and pianos.

To repair the piano, you need a very high talent in literature.

If you don't understand the meaning of the words, the piano you play will only have shape but no spirit.

Tangible or injurious.

But there is a god, and only then can one leap to the next level and kill someone!
The Heavenly Demon piano sound of Tianyin Pavilion can be regarded as a masterpiece in martial arts, and very few people can practice it. In addition to internal strength, it also requires extremely high attainments in literature, so that the piano sound can resonate with heaven and earth!
Of course she understood the meaning contained in Li Chenan's poems.

Because I understand, I will be surprised!

She knows how difficult it is to make such poems!

If these poems are played out with the unique method of Tian Moqin... it may kill people invisible!

Miss Miaomiao has stopped writing at this moment.

But she still held the pen.

There was an unspeakable emotion on her face.

It seems that she is still immersed in those poems, and it seems that her mind is still filled with those pictures that she has never seen that Li Chenan splashed with ink.

After a while, she woke up.

She put down her pen and bowed slightly: "I lost my composure."

"Every time I transcribe these poems of his, I always have some new experiences and feelings. I always feel that he seems to be right in front of my eyes, and I always imagine that I am by his side."

Miss Miaomiao turned her head and looked out the window.

The red silk sprinkled on the lake outside the window has disappeared.

There is a microwave.

There is a breeze.

There are bamboo curtains shaking slightly.

There are bright red lanterns that have been lit.

"If I can accompany him, Hongxiu Tianxiang will study at night... This is probably the wish of every girl in Huaichun's heart!"

Xia Hua looked at Miaomiao silently, and suddenly asked: "Didn't you say sixteen poems? Why are there only fifteen poems?"

"His last poem has not been recited in the literary world, and very few people know it, and it has not yet been passed on."

"Oh……"

Xia Hua felt a little regretful.

"It's a pity that Master Shang passed away. Even if he can write good poems, no one can compose a song that matches it."

Miaomiao looked away, "It's not true, the knowledge of composing music from Master Shang was passed on to a girl named Liang Manman."

"She may not be as mellow as Master Shang's songs, but she also has a different style... They are all extremely beautiful. For example, the song she composed for Mr. Li's "Tianjingsha" is now in Pingjiang City. It is widely circulated among brothels and paintings in various places."

Xia Hua raised her eyebrows: ""Tianjingsha"... This doesn't seem to be the name of a Ci Pai."

"This is why Mr. Li's writing is like a vast sea. It is not a word, but a Sanqu created by Mr. Li."

Xia Hua was taken aback again, after all, the birth of a brand-new style of writing is an extraordinary event.

"Sanqu? Can you play and sing for me?"

"of course can."

Miao Miao sat in front of the qin platform again, silent for five breaths, dropped her fingers on the strings, the qin sounded suddenly, and her voice slowly unfolded.

Xia Hua was stunned again.

In the singing of Miss Miaomiao, she seemed to see that boy named Li Chenan!

He was dressed in white to win snow.

Under the starlight alone, he holds a brush in his hand, uses the night as ink, and the sky as paper.

He stretched out his hand, and wrote this masterpiece on the sky.

What a free and easy boy is that?
What a flirtatious, uninhibited, yet tender-hearted young man he was!

"...Yingyingyanyanchunchun, flowers, willows and willows are true,

Everything is charming and charming,

Delicate and tender, stop and go when everyone. "

After one song is sung, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

Miao Miao is still awake, and the summer flowers are not yet blooming.

The other six swords of the Seven Swords of Tianyin Pavilion have stepped into the cabin at this moment, and stopped there.

After a while, they heard a sentence from junior sister Xia Hua:

"Miss Miaomiao, can you tell me the story between Li Chenan and that Miss Zhongli?"

(End of this chapter)