The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

He wanted to kick Zhao Hao to relieve his anger, but he was afraid that his daughter would be unhappy if he did so.

So I decided to make things difficult for Zhao Hao: "Stinky boy! You are the number one talented person in the deserted country. It would be too shabby to give you only a small jade bottle? If you don't write a poem to show your sincerity, how can I, an old man, feel at ease to give my daughter to you?" you?"

Zhao Hao grinned.

Got it!

Want to copy again?

Chapter 58: Who doesn't want to talk about a sweet love?

In fact, for Zhao Hao, copying poems will not burden him at all.

But due to this identity, when copying poems, they are restrained. They can only copy those related to love and love, and can't copy anything that shows any ambition or pattern.

This is uncomfortable...

When I came to see this poor little fiancée today, the first poem he thought of was "the Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she was raised in the deep palace and no one knew her", but that thing is used to describe concubines, so it is definitely inappropriate to put it here.

You can't just throw out such a sentence, can you?

outrageous!

As for what to copy, he actually had an idea, but it was a bit different from the persona of his prodigal son in love.

Jiang Zheng saw him moaning, and couldn't help but frowned and reprimanded him: "What is a big man doing coquettishly? That girl from Qiguo, you can act like 'Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong', to my daughter , you can’t even fart? Could it be that my daughter is worse than that girl from Qi State?”

Good guy!

Come up and tear me down!

He is really my good old man!

Zhao Hao grinned involuntarily, glanced around, and found that everyone was staring at him.

There was a slight threat in the old man's eyes. He had no doubt that if he couldn't write a poem, he would be hanged from the beam and beaten by the old man immediately when he returned home.

The black-faced man and his wife were more confident. Bai Xiu looked at him with piercing eyes, without doubting his ability to compose poetry. The black-faced man seemed to hold back his energy and was ready to shout "My son is a great talent" at any time. ".

And the little girl Jiang Zhiyu, who seemed to have overcome her social phobia, stared at her expectantly.

The charming peach blossom eyes have the purest eyes.

Is this motherfucker the ceiling of pure desire?

Zhao Hao's heart itch, that's it!

He smiled at Jiang Zhiyu, and then slowly chanted: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent, a fair lady, a gentleman likes to be good."

"Ok?"

Hearing this line of the poem, Jiang Zheng couldn't help being a little surprised.

Although the barren country was established by martial arts, the emperor obviously has certain literary attainments. He originally thought that Zhao Hao would continue to use the most popular poetry structure in the literary world at the time, and it was also the structure of poetry that he was best at, but he did not expect him to use such an ancient form. .

Bai Xiu also couldn't help admiring that he was indeed his own son, and that his literary attainments deserved to be number one in the barren country.

The black-faced man was even ready to stand up.

Good guy!

He couldn't understand any of the four short sentences, but he could understand a "lady" and a "gentleman".

But put it together, he seems to understand what it means, the lady obviously refers to Jiang Zhiyu, the gentleman is his son himself, it is obviously a poem of courtship.

I can't understand every sentence, but I can understand it when put together!

If this is not a famous article, what is a famous article?

Even Jiang Zhiyu's eyes suddenly brightened. Although she has lived in the deep palace for a long time, she is not ignorant of the outside world, especially after Zhao Haoye broke into the Zhongcui Palace, she even used some means to copy the poems written by Zhao Hao. Collect them all.

Those poems are very beautiful.

She appreciates it all, but doesn't like it.

Because in her opinion, most of those poems are charming and ambiguous, or they are pretending to be affectionate, using those gorgeous or obscure techniques to substitute for them. The techniques are very clever, but they seem to lack a little simplicity or sincerity.

However, the artistic conception of the poem Zhao Hao is writing now is extremely pure and beautiful, it is the pure love between a boy and a girl.

Zhao Hao continued to chant:

"Scattered Nymphaeum, flow from left to right. My fair lady, I want it. I can't get it, I want to take it. You are leisurely, tossing and turning."

Hearing these few words, the fascination in Jiang Zhiyu's heart almost overflowed his eyes.

She thought of the scene where Zhao Hao gave her firecrackers that night, and she was in heat, but not polite, and she didn't resemble the image of the prodigal son rumored in the market.

Could it be that after he went back that day, he missed me day and night, and was still tossing and turning on the bed?

When Jiang Zheng heard this line of the poem, he couldn't help raising his brows several times.

This……

Is it Zhao Ritian, the god of brothel war?

Could it be that deep down in his heart, he is actually a simple and shy beautiful boy?

It's really off the mark!

But on second thought, the object of his love poems was his own daughter.

Of course other women won't make him fall in love with him so much, but my daughter will definitely be able to!

Didn't you hear him let it go leisurely, tossing and turning?

It was obvious that after meeting that night, they could never forget it, and it was no wonder that they chose Zhiyu so unswervingly in the selection of the princess this time.

Hearing Zhao Hao's poem, everyone reacted differently, but they were all immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.

Zhao Hao also continued to chant at the right time:

"Wild waterweed, pick it from left to right. My fair lady, you can play with the harp. You can pick it from left to right. My fair lady, you can play it with bells and drums."

Friends of Qin Se.

Bells and drums.