After continuously rising to level 999, I became a tyrant

Hearing Ye Qitian's words, the two women nodded repeatedly.

But when he turned to leave, one of them turned around and asked, "Young Master, what if Lian Yue'er doesn't like the two poems?"

"It's okay, then don't force it. In that case, it may mean that there is no fate between us, and she is not the Yiren I am looking for." Ye Qitian said.

The two women then turned and left.

Watching the two girls leave, Ling Shan asked with a blushing face, "Your Majesty, do you really have a lot of poems to write?"

Ye Qitian looked at Ling Shan's shyness, and couldn't help but asked with a smile: "What? Do you want me to send you a poem too?"

Ling Shan was a little embarrassed, but she nodded immediately and said, "Your Majesty, I also want to see you, can you send me off?"

Ye Qitian smiled, pointed at her and said: "You can't tell the Queen and Concubine Shu when you go back, or you won't be spared."

"My subordinates know about it, so they won't tell the truth." Ling Shan said hastily.

Ye Qitian picked up his pen and ink, and said, "Let me think about it."

Thinking, his eyes kept looking at Ling Shan's fair and beautiful face.

Ling Shan lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Don't move, let me take a good look at your beautiful appearance, then I will be inspired, don't move." Ye Qitian kept staring at her.

Ling Shan's pretty face was slightly red, but she raised her head as instructed, her beautiful eyes were staring at Ye Qitian, as if she wanted to let him find inspiration.

After a while, Ye Qitian nodded in satisfaction and began to write.

"The Ling family has a girl who has just grown up and was raised in a boudoir without anyone knowing her."

"Natural beauty is hard to give up, once chosen on the king's side."

"Looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng, Liu Gong Fen Dai has no color."

Ye Qitian could only write up to this point, saying: "This poem is a gift from you, please don't let the queen know, otherwise I won't be able to eat it and walk away."

Ling Shan took the poem, looked at the meaning of the poem, and suddenly felt a little heart beating.

She finally understood why the Queen and Concubine Shu couldn't let the Queen and Concubine Shu know that the poems written by His Majesty to her boasted something about herself. She was more beautiful than all the beauties in the harem. When she appeared, everyone else lost their color.

She immediately put the poem into her arms, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ye Qitian smiled and said: "If you like poetry, I can write it to you at any time, so that you can taste it."

In a fragrant boudoir, a woman is sitting on a desk, flipping through various books, she is very delicate, wearing a lavender dress, fair skin, long hair shawl, every move is so attractive, etc. It is not an exaggeration for a woman to say that it is a disaster for the country and the people.

She is naturally Lian Yue'er, the number one oiran of Zui Chun Lou.

She only sells her art but not her body, even in this sandy forest city where the dandy dominates the sky, she can do it.

Because, Lian Yue'er is not an ordinary woman, she is cultivated, and she is also a master at the level of a grand master.

Therefore, Xiaoxiao and dandies are not even qualified to meet her.

Moreover, there are very few people who can make her fancy and have a long talk with her.

At this moment, there was a quarrel at the door.

"There is really a young master who wants to see Sister Yue'er."

"Sister Yue'er doesn't meet everyone."

"Hey, you can't go in, sister Yue'er is resting."

"Sister Yue'er."

"I'm sorry, Sister Yue'er, I didn't stop them." The maid said guiltily.

Lian Yue'er put down the book in her hand, stood up gracefully, walked over quickly, and looked at the two women: "What are Sister Xin'er and Sister Yan'er doing?"

"Sister Yue'er, today we have a very talented young man here. He wants to meet you. This young man is not only good-looking, but also rich and talented." Xin'er began to talk.

"Yes,"

"Sister Yue'er, I don't think you've seen this young master before, but today he was able to come in when Tian Shao and Lin Shao were renting out the venue, which shows that his identity is not simple." Yan'er said.

"So what? He wants to see me, so I'm going to see him?" Lian Yue'er said impatiently with a look of disdain: "Go out, I'm tired and need to rest."

"Wait, sister Yue'er, after listening to what we have said, you are thinking, I think you should be interested in this son, he is completely different from young master Tian and young master Lin." Xin'er quickly took out A piece of paper, said: "Look, this is a poem he wrote to you, look, what a poem!"

Lian Yue'er was not interested at first, but when she saw the neatly arranged poems, she frowned slightly.

She took it and carefully read it several times.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he shook his head and said, "Poems are good poems, but compared to the current market situation, I don't like the choice of words and sentence structure."

"And this word, it's simply unsightly." Lian Yue'er returned the paper to you heartily, and said, "Maybe you do have a bit of talent, but you need to practice this word for a few more years."

In fact, Ye Qitian, as the emperor, also practiced calligraphy and read books when he was the prince. There is absolutely no problem with this calligraphy, but in Lian Yueer's eyes, this calligraphy is not as bold and domineering as a real poet.

Xin'er and Yan'er looked at each other awkwardly and smiled.

"Go back and tell him, he is indeed talented, but I don't like being so frivolous, he is no different from people like Tian Shao." Lian Yue'er said.

"Wait, Mr. Ye, I already knew that you might not like it, so there is another poem." Yan'er quickly took it out and handed it to Lianyue'er.

The handwriting written on this piece of paper should be bold and domineering, vigorous and powerful, a bit like a master's strokes.

Lian Yue'er was indeed attracted by this calligraphy, and this poem also aroused her interest.

"Are you sure it was written by one person?" Lian Yue'er asked quickly, "This is written in a completely different style."

"Yes, the two of us saw what he wrote with our own eyes. There was no pause at all. When we wrote it ourselves, it looked better when you didn't see him writing." Yan'er said quickly: "Sister Yue'er, I really envy you. met such a man."

Lian Yue'er is really interested now. From the last picture, it can be seen that Ye Qitian is still very immature, and he can't write well at all.

But this one is completely different, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and she seems to be able to imagine the fascinating look of this Young Master Ye when he wrote this poem.

She was really moved at the moment.

"How? If my sister is still not moved, then we can only go back. He said that if you don't like it, it means that there is really no fate, and you have no interest. You are not the Iraqi he is looking for. " Yan'er said emphatically.