Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Yuan Congqian took his sword and saber from Qiu Fengshu.

A familiar weight was placed on my waist, and a sense of security suddenly emerged.

Although he knew that following the real dragon was much safer than walking alone on the streets of the capital at night with a sword, this was probably a common problem for people who practiced martial arts. They would feel at ease only with a weapon in their hands.

"I... am just your bodyguard."

Qiu Fengshu shook his head and didn't want to make a decision without going through Yuan Congqian.

If Yuan Congqian wanted to leave, she would follow him. If he wanted to stop a car, she would follow him from a distance.

"When my aunt spoke to me, she used your name directly. From now on, you are no longer the Shao Changqiu sent by Hanyuan Palace. She just didn't take back your official seal."

"How could this be?"

Qiu Fengshu was panicked for a moment.

"I am not Shao Changqiu anymore, how can I protect my husband?"

"Let's go. It's a rare opportunity that we don't have to worry about the palace. We should eat and drink well on Baizao Street."

Yuan Congqian directly took the girl's hand and walked towards the place with the most lights without waiting for her to resist. "You are not Shao Changqiu now, but just a charming female knight who was forcibly snatched away by me."

After being in the capital for so long, he has yet to take a close look around the bustling inner city, nor has he gone to see the common people with a relaxed attitude.

Qiu Fengshu's hands didn't look like the hands of a sword practitioner. They were smooth and delicate, and holding them in her hands gave off a coolness that seemed to calm people down. When Yuan Congqian held her hands, she seemed to want to resist. But once she let go, she immediately clenched.

Yuan Congqian gently used his hand to cover the overly dazzling prayer lantern.

"The flowers shed tears when they feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they feel the separation. But now when I am in a good mood, I feel that the quarrel between two hooligans in the neighborhood is stained with the smoke and fire of the capital. I haven't seen this Baizao City properly yet, and I can't get enough of it after just one look."

Qiu Fengshu whispered, "Wherever you want to go, I'll follow you."

Seeing the girl hesitating, Yuan Congqian smiled and said:

"That day when you held a scroll of Ye Palace Phoenix Paper and asked me to stamp the Heavenly Master Seal, wasn't Miss Qiu's voice very loud and arrogant? How come your voice is so quiet now?"

"Who was that majestic female official that day?"

"No, that's not it! My dear, you have indeed violated the mourning period..."

Qiu Fengshu just remembered why she had been so cold to Yuan Congqian that day, and was about to retort when she was dragged away again.

"Poor moon tonight, where is it going? Is it in another world, where can we see the light and shadow in the east?

It is outside the sky, the air is vast, but the wind is blowing to send the Mid-Autumn Festival? Who ties the flying mirror to its rootless body? Who will keep Xi'e if she doesn't marry?"

"Xi'e Flying to the Moon" is performed everywhere in the neighborhood. In this performance, Xi'e has already sung the climax of the drama.

Fireworks exploded in the sky again, but this time there were far more of them.

Almost all the pedestrians on Suzaku Street would look up to see the fireworks, which were brighter than the two moons.

Amid the long and graceful singing of the actors, Yuan Congqian and Qiu Fengshu walked along Zhuque Street, the busiest street in Baizao, all the way to Anlefang. They stopped and walked along the way, and when they arrived at the gate of Yuan's house, Qiu Fengshu's hands were already full of street snacks such as ice and snow, cold water lychee paste, and steamed small steamed cakes.

Yuan Congqian pushed open the door and found a table next to the door with a food box on it.

Without having to guess, Yuan Congqian knew that it was the work of the meticulous Yan Junyan.

The warm yellow stone lamp lit up, and the deserted Yuan Mansion suddenly lit up, illuminating the various gifts piled up in the courtyard. Some were from Li Cunshan, Yan Junyan, Ning Yuanguan, and Lin Ruolong.

What came from Lin Ruolong was a small jade folding fan, which carried the fragrance of a young girl.

Qiu Fengshu hesitated beside Yuan Congqian for a long time, and finally made up his mind and said:

"My dear, I wrote a poem. Please help me take a look at it."

"Just sing it directly. Most ci tunes don't require the same emphasis on parallelism as regulated verse, so it's much simpler. It's easier to find the awkward parts in the lyrics when you sing it directly."

"...My dear, you know it clearly, but I have no way to speak."

Qiu Fengshu's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction as she looked at Yuan Congqian: "My dear, you still laugh at me for not understanding people's hearts... I really have deceived so many people, how can you understand me?"

Yuan Congqian didn't expect that his teasing words were discovered.

I could only take the paper with the poem in Qiu Fengshu's hand and read the beautiful small characters. "The clouds freeze the flowing laurel in the sky, the dew wets the floating lanterns and the lilies. The old Autumn girl is trapped, the palace is too lazy to sing about her glory and desolation. The sound stops, the sound stops, a scroll of the star pool is shattered."

"It is a poem about the life of a young girl, and it fits the fact that Qiu Xiaoniang knows a lot of words but is not good at writing poetry. The choice of the ci form is slightly appropriate. The short ling looks short, but the fewer the words, the more skills are required."

Yuan Congqian looked at the first poem written by Qiu Fengshu and said with a smile: "You have listened to everything I told you."

Huagui means two moons, Zhirui means a small cluster, and prosperity and decline mean rise and fall.

Huagui, the word for the moon, has been used so many times by scholars that it is no longer fresh and seems vulgar. The last two words are even less used and out of touch with reality.

The picture description is also problematic. Dewdrops under the moon, the girl living next to a pond reflecting the starry sky, gives people the feeling of not only failing to appreciate the words "lazy and sleepy" in it, but also feeling wet and cold.

To sum up, this is the result of artificial intelligence learning the Huajian School of Poetry from the Tang and Five Dynasties.

But if Yuan Congqian were to give a score, it would definitely be 100.

Qiu Fengshu was so angry that he said, "My dear, just tell me what's wrong with me."

"To be honest, it's not good in any way, but it has a girlish sentiment."

"Still teasing me, I won't show it to you next time!"

Qiu Fengshu became anxious and immediately reached out to snatch back the lyrics she had written.

Yuan Congqian waved his hand, making Qiu Fengshu's action in vain, and carefully placed this precious poem on the table: "Although it is not good in every way, the girl's thoughts are vividly expressed on the paper. Therefore, it is extremely precious."

Chapter 7 Where are you looking? (Additional Chapter )

"My dear, you have deceived many people, but you cannot deceive me."

Qiu Fengshu looked at the lyrics he had presented to Yuan Congqian with full confidence, and felt that they were full of flaws.

This is a short song, and the tune is "Ru Meng Ling".

"The clouds in the sky looked like a river, freezing the moon flowing in the sky.

The wet dew on the branches and leaves reflected layers of tiny lights.

The girl woke up from sleepiness, with her eyebrows painted with palace yellow makeup, and sang lazily a song about the rise and fall of the dynasty. Her singing became one in the courtyard, and suddenly the pond was blown by the wind, and the reflected stars became more fragmented.

She imitated the form of the poem of boudoir resentment given by Yuan Congqian.

It is not easy to start with the scenery, introduce human affairs in the middle, and end with the scenery, which conforms to the rhythm of the rhythm, but it can only be similar in form. The thoughts implied in it are so vague that they are almost invisible.

"Why did I lie to you?"

Yuan Congqian did not have as profound a foundation in classical literature as Qiu Fengshu, nor did he have the talent to see through the emotions in words at a glance, but he knew the technique to open the girl's heart through the gauze of moonlight.

"Feng Shu, get the ink."

Yuan Congqian picked up the pen just like the first time he spoke for Qiu Fengshu.

"The act of giving poems to each other, writing lyrics for each other, and modifying tunes is called elegance. If you write lyrics for me, I can only pretend to be elegant and show my ugliness."

The progress of Da Yan culture can be compared to that of the Northern Song Dynasty, with more development in poetry and drama, and less development in composing lyrics. At least, Zhou Bangyan, who was in charge of composing lyrics and music during the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song, did not have any works of similar style in this era.

Zhou Bangyan is a poet and musician who rarely appears in middle school Chinese textbooks.

His literary achievements in ci can be regarded as the culmination of the graceful ci poets of the Northern Song Dynasty, and he is called "Lao Du in ci" and "Du Fu in ci". Now, he has to borrow two ci poems of Mr. Zhou Meicheng in succession and change the parts that are not in line with the times.

Yuan Congqian apologized in his heart and wrote:

"Burning agarwood dispels the sultry summer heat. Birds call for clear weather, peeking over the eaves at dawn. The first rays of the sun dry the overnight rain on the leaves, the water surface is clear and round, and the lotus leaves are lifted by the wind.

My hometown is far away, when will I go back? I live in Wumen, but have been a traveler in Beijing for a long time. Do you remember the charming green mountains? I dream of entering the lotus pond in my small boat.

Every word in the second half of this poem carries Zhou Bangyan's rich and strong emotions.

Qiu Fengshu from Jiangqicheng read "Su Mu Zha" written by Yuan Congqian for a long time. Just like that, she read "Su Mu Zha" in her heart under the intoxicating moonlight, and suddenly she became dazed and entered the memories of her hometown Jiangqicheng alone.

Yuan Congqian did not disturb her, turned off the Originium lamp in the corridor, and walked into the bedroom.

……

"I have been searching for it for a long time, but I finally found it!"

A girl's voice, which could be described as coquettish, woke Yuan Congqian from his sleep.

what's the situation?

This time, a woman comes into my house again?

Yuan Congqian opened his eyes and saw a girl with dragon horns and golden hair standing in front of his bed, with a smug look on her face. Her eyes were brighter than the moonlight, and there seemed to be a slight smile in her eyes, as if she had been looking for him for a long time.

Rather than calling her a girl, she looked more like someone's child.

When he subconsciously reached for the Victoria pistol beside him, the blonde girl let out a "hi", and Yuan Congqian was suddenly unable to move.

She waved an old wooden palm-leaf fan and said to Yuan Congqian:

"Boy, I'm here for the matter of Hangu Pass. I'm just asking a few simple questions and doing a small test. For the sake of the people in the capital, you'd better not try to let your bodyguard outside know me."

The blonde girl's eyes sparkled with the light of the sun.

She only took a glance and knew that there was no one in the Chen Mansion worthy of her attention.

She thought the clues ended at the Chen Mansion, but unexpectedly, tonight she fell in love with a man who had close ties with the Chen Mansion, and who was the son of her acquaintance Yuan Tianshi.

Like a child imitating an adult, she touched her smooth chin with a temperament that did not match her appearance at all, and with her right hand she threw a square Heavenly Master Seal and a Heavenly Master's measuring tool to Yuan Congqian.

"Master, please ask."

Yuan Congqian quickly woke up.

The blonde girl jumped onto the bed, crossed her arms and said, "It's that measuring tool. Use that thing to show me your Originium skills. You are Xiao Yuan's son, so you have Originium skills, right?"

She was calmly waving an old palm-leaf fan, and her beautiful golden hair was blown up by the fan.

Hangu Pass, Originium Arts, Tianshi Mansion!

Also, why did she call Tianshi Yuan Kerang "Xiao Yuan"?

Yuan Congqian looked at the unknown blonde girl and began to hesitate.

The dragon's horns were round and upright, and the golden wings were very similar to those of the Yuan family. It was obviously a very unusual race. Who could this blonde girl holding the same old cattail leaf fan as the old Taoist priest be?

The blonde girl noticed Yuan Congqian's gaze, her face turned red, and she took a step back: "Where are you looking at? Yuan, hurry up and do your work, don't waste time there."

Reminded by the blonde girl, Yuan Congqian then noticed that the girl was wearing a black and white gauze skirt on her lower body.

Because of her previous sitting posture, her black and white gauze skirt was wildly exposed, almost revealing her thighs, which were only covered by the blonde girl at this time. The girl was not wearing sandals, but stepped directly on Yuan Congqian's bedding with her bare feet.

Under the moonlight outside the window, the girl's calves were as white as jade and her toes were distinct.

Yuan Congqian shook his head, put the girl's feet out of his mind, and decided to test the identity of the visitor first.

"But the old Heavenly Master is here in person?"

The girl looked at Yuan Congqian and stopped talking immediately. She also stopped fanning herself with the old palm-leaf fan.

She seemed to be wondering if her disguise was so easy to see through.

The blonde girl curled her lips and decided to give up the charade with Yuan Congqian. She said directly: "I don't believe that Xiao Yuan's son doesn't have Originium skills. You haven't shown me Originium skills for a long time because it is the ability of evil demons, right?"

"..."

——There is no point in continuing to hide it from the old Taoist priest.

This is Yuan Congqian’s judgment.

All he had to do was ask the people around him, and the old Taoist priest would easily know that he had the skills to use Originium.

Yuan Congqian stretched out his hand and used the Heavenly Master's measuring tool to perform the Originium technique.

The pure white Kongming lock was immediately stained with red and black, emitting an uneasy atmosphere. Black raindrops penetrated the ceiling and fell silently, soaking both Yuan Congqian and the blonde girl.

"I just said that my feeling at that time was not wrong!"

The blonde girl shouted "Sure enough" and fanned the old cattail leaf fan, causing the Kongming lock to float into the air.

She walked over to Yuan Congqian on the bed and sat down, with her legs spread out, as if to get a better look at him. "Your Originium skills are indeed related to evil demons and filth. It's really hard for me to find them!"

Chapter 8: Old Heavenly Master, You Smell So Good (Additional Chapter )

"Old Heavenly Master, are you here to kill me?"

Yuan Congqian responded calmly.

Even though the old Taoist's tender face was close at hand, his golden hair almost reached his nose.

Putting aside the actual age of the blonde girl and the fact that she is the top combat force of Yan Country, the setting that the Immortal Race has the appearance of a young girl does not seem to be unacceptable. The smile on the blonde girl's face is even more cute.

Since the blonde girl didn't slap herself to death, it meant that she didn't regard herself as a person who had been deeply polluted by the evil spirit, but believed that the collapse paradigm was indeed her own Originium skill.