Da Bong fights more people

Xu Qi'an rubbed his hands, feeling ashamed for his prostitution.

The reason why he wanted the spells of the three great Confucians instead of Zhao Shou's was because he could bear the backlash of the fourth rank's "speaking out the law".

As for the dean, Zhao Shou, who was at the peak of the third grade, he was only one step away from entering the real "Great Confucianism" realm. Xu Qi'an couldn't stand the backlash of spells at this level.

"Spell!"

"That's it!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing!"

The three Confucian scholars showed friendly smiles one after another, rubbed their hands together, and said:

"Does Ning Yan have any new works recently?"

"No!" Xu Qi'an shook his head regretfully, and then wanted to explain a few words.

Unexpectedly, the three great Confucian scholars immediately put away their friendly smiles, showing the expressions of "everyone meets by chance", and said:

"Confucian magic is not passed on to outsiders, Xu Yinluo, please come back, don't make things difficult for us."

This, this becomes Xu Yinluo?It's too real, you just want to whore my poems for nothing...... Xu Qi'an complained in his heart, and then felt that he didn't have the right to slander others.

He pondered for a while, and said: "Suddenly, Wensi springs up."

The eyes of the three great Confucians suddenly brightened, they straightened their backs, and made a listening and serious posture.

Xu Qi'an said slowly:

"Last year in this gate today, people's faces and peach blossoms are red."

Qilu...... The three great Confucians listened intently, chewing on the opening two sentences in their hearts.

These two lines of poems highlight the impressive memory, which is clear to "today".The human face and peach blossom in the second half of the sentence let the three great Confucians know that what he wants to write is related to love.

As highly talented Confucians, their ability to appreciate and analyze poetry is super strong.

Judging that this poem should follow the path of artistic conception and emotion, which is different from the poem "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk".

Even, based on the foreshadowing of the first two lines of the poem, the three great Confucians either actively compose poems in their minds, or guess the emotional direction of the second half of the poem.

Xu Qi'an turned his head to look out the window, and said in a low voice:

"The human face doesn't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze!"

The three great scholars were silent, chewing, feeling melancholy in their hearts for no reason.

The beauty is set off by peach blossoms, and the time of "last year" is used to pave the way. After the second half of the song comes out, it makes people feel a sense of "things are different".

If you are a sentimental person, you will feel dejected when you hear it.

"Good poem, if this poem is spread, it will definitely be deeply loved and respected by Miss Jiaofangsi."

Zhang Shen Fu must be emotional.

This kind of poem, which is obviously written about emotional hurt, can best hit the soft heart of prostitutes.

"With this poem, Ning Yan can spend wantonly in Jiaofangsi without spending a penny."

Li Mubai praised.

"Ning Yan's poem was written for Fuxiang, spread it, and the girls in the Jiaofang Division will cry for your affection."

Chen Tai sighed.

Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes: "This poem doesn't have a name, so I'll ask the three teachers for help."

After the words fell, the three great scholars suddenly breathed heavily. They looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance, full of distrust and vigilance.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an got up and bowed: "I still have something to ask the dean, so I leave."

exited the attic.

............

He looked outside for a while, but he didn't see Mu Nanzhi, and he didn't have to worry too much in Qingyun Mountain, so he didn't look for it.

Xu Qi'an walked through the "school area" and "dormitory area" with ease, and walked to the back of the mountain for a long time, until the sound of "rustling" of bamboo leaves whirling in the wind.

A bamboo forest mixed with emerald green and withered yellow appeared in front of my eyes.

And a small attic hidden in the bamboo forest.

Dean Zhao Shou had already stood in the fenced yard in front of the attic, waiting for a long time.

"I just went to visit the three gentlemen." Xu Qi'an bowed.

Zhao Shou returned a salute, and now Xu Qi'an has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with him.

"Respect the teacher." Zhao Shou smiled and approved.

He knew that the three great scholars were Xu Qi'an's teachers in name.

Xu Qi'an glanced at him: "I wrote a poem for them, but I didn't name it."

The smile on Zhao Shou's face slowly disappeared.

"Forget it, just tell me if you have something to say, what do you want me to do?" Zhao Shou pinched his brows, I have to deal with the mess later.

"Why did Duke Wei seal the witch god?" Xu Qi'an really said it straight.

......Zhao Shou made a "please" gesture: "Come in and talk."

When the two entered the room, Zhao Shou glanced at the empty coffee table and said displeasedly:

"There should be tea here."

With a flash of light, there were two cups of steaming hot tea on the coffee table.

That's okay too?Xu Qi'an was stunned.

I said in my heart that I still underestimated these tricks of Confucianism.

Seeing his doubts, Zhao Shou explained with a smile:

"It's not made out of nothing, but it's just using magic to summon the tea from the tea drinkers nearby."

He glanced at the teacup and said, "Very good, I haven't been drunk."