Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

Qi Heng waved his hands casually, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Zeng Gong nodded, but said nothing.

Wei Xingyan let out a breath, then frowned and pondered.

In just a moment, she said softly: "In a hurry, the little girl doesn't know how to come up with the question."

"only--"

"Just now, the little girl played a piece of Lin Jiang Xian, why not make a proposition based on it, okay?"

Done.

Without waiting for others to react, she blushed first.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Louli was filled with banter and kind laughter.

Everyone heard it.

This Wei Xingshou spoke hastily, but he still played a little cautiously.

Linjiang Xianben is the name of the ci brand.

In the Song Dynasty, the words made were used for singing, which is the so-called ditties.

No matter how many lines she makes, she is a famous prostitute and singer after all.

So, she chose a name for a Cipai at this time—isn't it Sima Zhao's heart?

She just wanted these two to write lyrics for her, and she will play!

In the future, her reputation will surely become famous along with the spread of these poems.

It must be said.

As expected of being one of the leaders in Fengyue Field, he was able to maximize the benefits of this sudden surprise in a short period of time.

……

In this regard.

Qi Heng smiled and didn't care.

He looked at Zeng Gong.

"I can do it."

Zeng Gong's face darkened, feeling that these three words were about to become his lifelong nightmare.

He nodded slightly, speaking concisely.

"it is good."

Subsequently.

Fan Louli gradually became quiet, waiting for both parties to compose lyrics.

Zeng Gong was indifferent, but the students around him whispered to each other with nervous expressions, obviously discussing and studying each other.

Qi Heng still looked indifferent.

— He really doesn't care.

There are too many words filled out by Linjiang Immortals from ancient to modern times.

Since he has a photographic memory, the poems he has recited for so many years have become more profound.

So for him, it was a sure thing, so why should he be nervous?

then.

Seeing his calm and conceited demeanor, Gu Tingye and his group became even more arrogant.

The rough-faced Yuan Wenshao raised his wine and said with a smile, "Should I let you rest for another half an hour?"

"Think slowly?"

Of course Zeng Gong wouldn't spend too much time talking to such a rude person.

He looked left and right.

His eyes fell on one person, and he said softly, "Shu Yuan, can you write lyrics?"

with his voice.

A young man with a cold face and haughty eyes stood up.

He looked down at Qi Heng and the others from a high position, with his nostrils upturned.

"What's so difficult about this?"

"Someone came at his fingertips."

Qi Heng was taken aback.

Such a big breath?

Shu Yuan?

I don't seem to have such a character in my memory?

He frowned and thought hard, whose name is Shuyuan?

I was thinking about——

The aloof young man had already drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then raised his head and chanted slowly.

"After the dream, the building is locked high, and the curtain hangs down after drinking."

"Last year when Spring Hate came, Luo Huaren was independent, and Wei Swifts flew together."

"I remember the first time I met Xiaoping, the word Luo Yi with double heart."

"Acacia is said on the strings of the pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds."

Just one word.

The building was silent.

Even Zeng Gong was stunned, looking at the young man, he was shocked!

This first word... so good!

Even Yuan Wenshao and his group of rough people who couldn't understand couldn't react.

Good poetry does not need to be understood.

The soul has its own resonance.

And, let alone them.

Qi Heng was also dumbfounded, calling out in his heart what a guy!

He finally remembered.

Shu Yuan, Yan Ji said.

Perhaps Yan Jidao's name is not well-known.

But his father, Yan Shu, was the prime minister of the dynasty!

Take one more step back.

Yan Shu was not familiar with him.

"The Luohua people are independent, and the little swifts fly together."

"At that time, the moon was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned."

Are you familiar?

——So why can't you show off casually in this era?

You don't even know which fairy or god you might encounter! .

Chapter 48 Famous songs handed down from generation to generation, shocking the world

"This word..."

Sheng Changfeng looked at Sheng Changbai in a daze.

Sheng Changbai was as outspoken as ever.

"Invulnerable."

The two looked at each other, and they could see the solemnity and worry beyond the shock of each other.

Although Qi Heng changed their opinion with a poem 'Bamboo' as soon as he entered the door, it also proved that he can also make good poems.

But in the face of such an impeccable lyrics and music, it is hard for them to believe that Qi Heng can still cope.

Ming Lan leaned against the railing, also full of worries.

She marveled at the beauty of this word, and could feel the suffocation brought by such a word.

But mostly.

Words don't matter.

Talent is important.

She silently looked at the figure in white, holding her little hands, as if she was nervous and worried for him.

"What should he do?"

At the same time.

All eyes in the building were also focused on Qi Heng.

Almost no one would believe that he could still win this poem.

It can only be said that the lyrics and music sung through the ages are too powerful.

……

Zeng Gong finally showed his undisguised and hearty smile for the first time tonight.

His appearance and demeanor were originally elegant and delicate.