The concubine is coming, please be gentle, my lord

Chapter 70 Competition (Thirteen)
Prepare pen and ink, and the tip of the pen blends into the ink.

What a pair of beautiful hands, with clear bones, slender fingers, and round fingertips. Gu Xiaoqian glanced at him admiringly. In fact, she also recognized him. Upstairs Wangxian, he was still the most outstanding among the crowd.

"When the residual red is gone, the fragrance begins to bloom,

The good name is called the king of flowers,
Actually boast that the world is unparalleled,
Exclusively the first fragrance in the world. "

The words are over, the words are over.

There was a large blank area on the painting, but because the poem was written on it, the painting and the poem matched each other, and the truthfulness of the painting and the majesty of the words constituted a perfect painting.

"it is good."

This is good, not only the goodness of words, but also the goodness of poetry!
"Master also thinks this painting is good?" Gu Xiaoqian asked with a smile.

If it was a remnant work just now, it is just right now, worthy of a masterpiece.

The faces of the few people who left turned pale and green, green and pale, and wanted to say something, but they had nothing to say, "Hmph, what's the use of using other people's poems!" Finally, someone hummed dissatisfied.

Hey, it really is a person who has been educated, and it doesn't hurt to say a harsh word. The villagers in Gujiazhai are not so refined, they have already opened up their posture, and even greeted the other party's eighteenth generation ancestors.

"Actually, you can also come up with a poem that no one has heard before. Culture lies not only in your ability to write, but also in your ability to spread it. No matter how good a thing is, it is doomed to be lost if no one spreads it." Said, "Of course, when good things are spread, people can absorb the essence from them and make continuous progress."

She has been making a lot of mistakes since she was a child, and she hasn't lost yet.

The light in Mo Wanshan's eyes has not faded since Gu Xiaoqian wrote his first poem. He has been studying all his life, and he is more enthusiastic about new knowledge than others.

Huaxia Village, Huaxia Village, he must visit, what kind of people are there?

"Are you from Huaxia Village?" Mo Wanshan asked.

Gu Xiaoqian was slightly surprised, yes, she said that in Huaxia Village, her heart hurt more and more, her eyes were blurred with pain, and the fine cold sweat on her face gathered and rolled down large beads of sweat, "No, I am From the ancient village."

Looking down at the red spreading on the chest, it is particularly conspicuous on the white dress.

Who knows who exclaimed, the woman in white staggered and fell down.

Mo Qingxian wanted to catch it, but someone hugged him first.

Zhou Ruotian was completely cold, looking at the bloody patches, she actually drank alcohol, as expected, drinking alcohol with her body was like drinking arsenic.

"Dean Mo, I'll take Qingcao away first."

Mo Wanshan knew Zhou Ruotian, he was the most proud disciple of Master Zhou, seeing Gu Xiaoqian in such a bad state, he didn't say anything, and let people leave.

"Hey, hello." Gu Xiaoshan was in a hurry, where was that person going to take Gu Xiaoqian.

"Ouch." Zhou Xian'er was about to go downstairs when she was bumped into by an impatient person, "You are blind!"

"I'm not blind, but I don't know if you're blind or not." Gu Xiaoshan clutched his paralyzed left arm, and didn't get angry. He also went downstairs in a hurry, so he accidentally ran into her. This woman is not a good person either. , Just scolding and cursing, it was a silver needle piercing his arm.

"You..." Zhou Xian'er angrily yelled at Gu Xiaoshan again.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Gu Xiaoshan didn't have the time to grind his mouth, and if he slowed down, Gu Xiaoqian didn't know where he was taken.

"Give it up if you say so, don't let it go." Zhou Xian'er took another step forward, and made a big bet on the way down the stairs.

"No?"

"No!"

"Okay." Gu Xiaoshan put his arms around Zhou Xian'er's waist with his right hand, picked him up in the air, turned around and put him directly on the other side, and went downstairs.

"You scoundrel." Zhou Xian'er's eyes were red with anger, and tears rolled down her face a few times. Someone was so rude to her in public, she was simply a prodigal son.

"Do you know who took Gu Xiaoqian away just now?" Going downstairs, the person had long since disappeared, Gu Xiaoshan grabbed someone and asked.

"That's Zhou Ruotian, the first disciple of the genius doctor."

(End of this chapter)