The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

Her voice is very nice. It's the kind of crispness of big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, but also with emotional sadness. In normal times, many people must be attracted by her voice, but at this time, no one made a sound, and even more so. No one paid attention to her.

People are already beautiful in the world, and words are even more sung through the ages!

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Chapter [-] is a little floating

After a long time, someone sighed: "As soon as this word came out, Yang Yi's name spread to the world!"

The people around nodded, they were already powerless to speak and praise, and any praise seemed pale and powerless in front of this word.

Song Xiuwen's face was pale, and the hand holding the folding fan was bloodless. He wanted to make a sound, but found that his voice was so hoarse, and his pale face was dripping with cold sweat. In front of the first words, there is no need to argue at all, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Yang Yi looked at Song Xiuwen and said with a half-smile, "Young Master Song hasn't fulfilled his bet yet?"

Song Xiuwen's face was bleak, his father's majestic face flashed in his mind, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"Young Master Song?!" *N

Yang Yi was stunned, this person's psychological quality is too poor, so he fainted?

The people around were in a hurry. After all, Song Xiuwen's identity was not low, and it was impossible for him to fall here like this.

Zhao Ji waved his hand, and the waiter ran over to carry Song Xiuwen away.

He said to Yang Yi: "You won, you can ask for anything!"

【Ding!Won the first title of the Begonia Poetry Club, famous for Bianjing, and obtained fireworks and firecrackers*5]

[Defeat Song Xiuwen and reward the secret recipe for brewing]

Yang Yi's head swelled, and countless recipes related to brewing poured into his mind. With a little weight in his pocket, he touched the fireworks that were rewarded by the system.

He bowed his hands to Zhao Ji and said, "I have admired Your Majesty's calligraphy for a long time. Please give us a calligraphy."

Zhao Ji had seen Yang Yi's calligraphy, which was like heaven, and was praised by him, and suddenly felt a little proud in his heart.

He was usually flattered by his subordinates, but he didn't feel anything, but now that he was flattered by calligraphers like Yang Yi, he couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "What word do you want?"

Yang Yi stepped forward and whispered a few words.

Zhao Ji gave Yang Yi a complicated look and said, "Are you sure you only need these few words?"

Yang Yi cupped his hands and said, "Caomin only needs these words."

Zhao Ji stopped talking, picked up the pen, and waved it. His brushwork is sophisticated, with a faint hint of a thin gold body. Seeing Yang Yi's calligraphy today, there is an epiphany, and the calligraphy is a great success.

In a short time, a word has been written, Yang Yi put it away, and bowed.

Zhao Ji looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him and said, "Yang Yi, have you seen this year's test?"

Yang Yi said: "Caomin participated."

Zhao Ji gave him a deep look, and said, "I hope to see you in next year's palace exam."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Afterwards, the congratulations and congratulations continued.

Zhao Qianwei glanced at him, just in line with his eyes, Bai Gu's face was like a fire in porcelain, she swept her beautiful eyes, her long black eyelashes trembled, and said in a low voice: "You...you understand. Take the test well, get a solution, and stay with the wife of the Li family less."

After he finished speaking, he trotted out with his skirt in his hand.

Yang Yi sighed, he is not stupid, this is the first time that Zhao Qianwei can say that she admires his talent, and she has been busy for herself over and over again, how can she not see her thoughts, Zhao Ji can come here this time, Maybe it has something to do with her.

Thinking about it, Yang Yi became a little embarrassed. A person who didn't even have a girlfriend in his previous life was chased by the princess in this life. His fate was strange and unpredictable.

Suddenly, he was stunned, remembering that the Yanqiu Ci that he wrote was taken away by Zhao Qianwei, but he didn't keep it for himself.

Yanqiu Poetry and master-level calligraphy are bound to be valuable in the future. Yang Yi planned to collect it by himself, but he was taken away unexpectedly.

Seeing him shaking his head, Li Qingzhao sighed and couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Yi expressed his thoughts.

Li Qingzhao laughed, like a hundred flowers blooming, and the beauty was indescribable.

Yang Yi stared blankly for a few times, because Li Qingzhao usually doesn't show such expressions, most of them are elegant and ladylike, he almost forgot, in fact, she is only seventeen now.

Li Qingzhao was a little embarrassed to be stared at by him, as if a layer of rouge was smeared on his face, spreading to his fair neck.

She said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Yi touched his nose and said, "What are you laughing at, Sister Qingzhao?"

Li Qingzhao rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm laughing, there are still people who want to collect their own calligraphy, and want to pass it on through the ages."

Yang Yi smiled helplessly, this girl didn't see her calligraphy, otherwise she wouldn't say so.

Of course, she was right, she seemed to be too narcissistic.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "People still have dreams, what if they come true?"

Li Qingzhao pursed his lips and said with a smile: "You are always weird, but it's quite interesting."