My wife is number one in the world

"Liu Mingzhi, ah Liu Mingzhi, you call yourself a little master all day long, how can you feel so frightened when you touch someone's wrist."

Qi Yun's face turned slightly red: "Brother, today you and Duke Ming can only drink and enjoy the scenery, and the little sister will pour the wine for you."

"Then...then...please trouble Miss Qi."

"Okay, okay, this old man heard that you are going to get married soon? Don't show your affection to this old man here."

Qi Yun didn't expect Li Yugang's words to be so straightforward, she put down the jug and dared not look at the two, and focused on fiddling with the charcoal in the carbon stove with the copper bar.

If the two of them knew Liu Mingzhi's thoughts, they might really slap them on the face, and the other scolded him as insulting, even if they had such thoughts... Bah, they can't even think about it.Another estimate is to let Liu Mingzhi learn about a palm technique that falls from the sky and let him swim out of the Qinhuai River.

Liu Mingzhi picked up the wine glass: "Ming Gong, it's the first time we met, I want to toast you." After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Li Yugang also accompanied Liu Mingzhi for a glass of wine: "Little boy of the Liu family, the eldest son of Liu Zhian, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, I have also heard about it. There is a goose in the sky, a river on the ground, and today's rolling Yangtze River. The waves wash away heroes... ...Dufu jokes are really different, they are not the same."

Li Yugang looked at Liu Mingzhi full of scrutiny, and Qi Yun also peeked at Liu Mingzhi from time to time to see how he would explain.

Liu Mingzhi rubbed his nose, he didn't expect Li Yugang to be so good at chatting, what do you want the young master to say.

Embarrassedly laughed twice: "The article is born in nature, and it is obtained by clever hands. Sometimes when inspiration comes, it may be possible to produce such a poem. If there is no inspiration, you will not be able to get such a top-quality work if you are exhausted. "

"Oh... In that case, looking at the misty waters of the Qinhuai River, are you talented or not thinking about this hometown of fishermen in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"Ah?" Liu Mingzhi opened his mouth, not knowing what Li Yugang asked.

Qi Yun hummed lightly: "Brother, does Ming Gong want you to compose a poem impromptu? It's been a long time since Ming Gong has tried to teach the younger generation's talents. Since Ming Gong has the taste to test and teach elder brother today, elder brother doesn't want it." Disappointing Mr. Ming."

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Liu Mingzhi scratched his head, what's the matter with this ancient man, who would teach poetry if he disagreed with him, wouldn't you invite me to go to the Yanyu Pavilion for one-stop service?That's where the young master is proficient.

"What's the subject?"

Qi Yun gave Liu Mingzhi a tactful look in her eyes: "Brother, Duke Ming said that he wrote a poem on the theme of the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. This is Duke Ming's expectation for his elder brother, and elder brother should not refuse."

Liu Mingzhi's face drooped: "Jiang...Jiang...Jiangnan is the topic?"

Liu Mingzhi hissed, and looked out of the cabin, Jiangnan, a good place, is full of beautiful girls with long legs, if you look at it, your soul will fly.

No, no, the number of words is different, this is definitely not possible.

The Qinhuai River is really clear, and everything that is clear has bottomed out. The river is full of boats, and the boats are full of people.

No, no, it seems that some of them don't rhyme very well, and the poems are most about flat and flat. This is definitely not possible.

Li Yugang drank a glass of wine from time to time, watching Liu Mingzhi nod and shake his head for a while, knowing that he was brewing the rhyme of the poem, considering the verse, but he didn't bother.

Qi Yun smiled at Zhuo Yanyan and looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was in deep thought, and said in his heart: "Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and you will form three people. Some early warblers compete for warm trees, and someone's new swallows peck at the spring mud. , The waves scour the heroes, I thought you were just composing poems like everyone else, but I didn’t expect you to be so good at composing, there are already dozens of poems on Jiangnan, what kind of masterpieces will you make?"

Liu Mingzhi thought about it for a long time, and then he read out four lines of poetry: "The south of the Yangtze River is really beautiful, and the Qinhuai River is full of water. Willows hang down by the bank, and stamens bloom under the willows."

Li Yugang spit out a sip of wine and coughed repeatedly.Qi Yun also opened her lips lightly, and she looked at Liu Mingzhi with a hint of shock.

Chapter 43 Detective Liu Gongzi

Huainan Wang Li Yugang wiped the alcohol from the corner of his mouth blankly, and looked at Liu Mingzhi coldly like a dementia.

After co-authoring, you nodded for a while, shook your head for a while, and after several deliberation, you came up with such a thing poem, no, this thing is at most catchy, and it is not even a poem at all.

The billowing waters of the Yangtze River are fading in the east, and the waves wash away the heroes.The white-haired fishing woodcutter on the river Nagisa used to watch the autumn moon and the spring breeze, and a pot of turbid wine rejoiced to meet each other.

The word Shangque laments the infinity of the universe, the vastness of the river and the permanent presence of green mountains from historical phenomena, but generations of heroes have passed away in time.

Xiaque Ci wrote the poet's noble sentiments and broad-minded feelings. He still used the reciprocation of the dynasties and dynasties as a joke and still added to the fun. The whole article reflects the weak feelings of the poet.

It has not been many years since I have seen such a majestic and pleasant lyrics. I thought you would be able to speak amazing words again and create another glories. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is really beautiful in your eyes. The Qinhuai River is full of water. .........

Li Yugang glanced at Qi Yun, who was also in a daze, with a tangled expression, the meaning was obvious, and what kind of background this kid is, you Qi Yun is a talented Jinling girl, and you co-author such a thing as your favorite.

Qi Yun closed her cherry lips, her breathing was a little uneasy, and her pretty eyes were round.

Qi Yun felt that the bloodthirsty desire in her body was wild and insolent. Good you Liu Mingzhi, you were polite and generous in dealing with people and things. This girl really thought that you would know the general situation, but you are still so cynical in co-authoring.

It's okay to joke in front of this girl, but in front of Ming Gong, you don't even look serious. Are you going to be mad at this girl?

Liu Mingzhi noticed that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and he clapped his hands suddenly: "I can tell from your expressions that this poem must be ugly, just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'll start again...haha .....Hahaha......."

Liu Mingzhi smiled awkwardly.

"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, don't take it to heart, life is boring, and it's still innocuous to joke occasionally. Miss Qi doesn't know what kind of poetry you want to listen to, the poems of the upper, middle and lower grades?"

Qi Yun looked suspiciously at the mocking Liu Mingzhi, wondering if he said this sincerely or just making another joke, if it was sincere, Minggong would at most regard it as a bright personality, make a joke first, and then make another joke. A good work, this is a little fun game among literati, and it doesn't hurt.

The key point is that Qi Yun is afraid, this painting is really beautiful, with mountains and water.The south of the Yangtze River is really beautiful. The Qinhuai River is full of water. There is a goose in the sky and a river on the ground.In case she really said such a poem again, Qi Yun's tender body trembled when she thought of her fate.

Qi Yun bit her lower lip lightly: "Brother, you can choose between the upper, middle and lower grades? Are you telling the truth?"

"When the false is true, the true is false."

Li Yugang was taken aback: "This is a good word, but you still haven't expressed your opinion, poor Qi Yun."

Qi Yun clenched her teeth lightly, thinking that Liu Mingzhi wouldn't be so indifferent to the occasion: "Brother, little sister will not embarrass you, as long as the poems can be similar to those written on Jinling Phoenix Stage."

Li Yugang paused: "Qi girl, who wrote this "Climbing to Jinling Phoenix Terrace"? This old man doesn't quite understand."

Qi Yun's cherry lips parted slightly: "Phoenix swims on the Phoenix Terrace, the Phoenix goes to the Taikong and the river flows by itself. The three mountains fall halfway beyond the blue sky, and the two waters divide the Bailuzhou. The Wu Palace is buried in a secluded path, and the Jin Dynasty's clothes are like ancient hills. It is always floating clouds. It can block out the sun, and the disappearance of the capital makes people worry."

Li Yugang savoured the verses recited by Qi Yun in astonishment, and analyzed it word by word, becoming more and more surprised: "Qi girl, this is not going to hear the new work of the old man of Renzheng."

Qi Yun shook her head slightly and stared straight at Liu Mingzhi: "Ming Gong, this is a verse made by some bad guy in private."

Li Yugang's expression changed, seeing the complaints of Qi Yun's daughter's family, he still didn't understand the key point.

With a hiss, he looked at Liu Mingzhi with interest, is this kid really not an ordinary person?

Liu Mingzhi was scratched by Qi Yun's eyes, isn't this the poem of Li Bai, the fairy of poetry, but I made the same poem as Li Bai of the fairy of poetry, isn't this a joke?

That guy, a poet who is still honored as a poet after a thousand years, it's not that good for the young master to collapse his kidneys.

Poet fairy Li Bai, poet saint Du Fu, Li Bai and Du Fu.Li...... Liu Mingzhi looked dazed, absent-minded.

No, the Great Dragon Dynasty did not have Li Bai, and the Great Dragon Dynasty did not have the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and naturally there would not be such great poets as Li Bai.

Liu Mingzhi used to live in a muddle-headed way, with less than three hours a day. Although he had read history books, he had never formally dealt with this issue. He knew that it was not unacceptable for him to wake up to himself after watching the scenery of the Qinhuai River half an hour ago.

"No wonder, no wonder." Liu Mingzhi muttered.

No wonder at Dangyang Academy they saw "Silent Night Thoughts", "Homecoming Puppet Book", and "Spring Night Jinling Wendi" so startling, so eloquent discussions, because they didn't take it to heart at that time, and didn't think about it at all. their problem.

"Since there is no great poet, I am the only one who knows these poems. I vaguely remember being drunk that night when I first arrived at Dangyang Academy. Is the great poet me?"