i have a sword fairy

Seeing him making trouble again.

Concubine Zhao Ling kept a pretty face, she didn't speak, she didn't look at him, but, in the lower sleeves, where no one else could see, the two clasped their hands even tighter.

Zhao Rong felt her clasping hands proactively, and then glanced at the cold side face of the "duplicate" lady, coughed lightly, and looked away, so as not to embarrass her anymore.

He casually looked at the song "Heavenly Fairy".

In this poem, the emotion that the poet wants to inject is a kind of inexplicable depression, which is easy to understand.

At that time, she felt tired, bored and lazy, not interested in singing and party gatherings. After waking up, the willow fairy looked in the mirror again in the evening. Dispel sorrows and sorrows... It is this kind of melancholy that she wants to write about.

Poetry expresses aspirations, and even thinking deeper, Zhao Rong also has a vague insight into Liu Kongyi's Taoist heart, from her poems such as "evening mirror", "flowing scene", "spring goes", "shading the lamp" and so on. From the words, it can be seen what this Fairy Liu is sighing, what she is looking for, and what she is seeking...

He raised his eyebrows.

The scene of this poem is well constructed, which can give readers a sense of immersion in the scene, but the choice of words and sentences... need to be deliberated.

Zhao Rong changed his mind, and a few words appeared in his mind.

but.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to step forward and change his words...

Chapter 191 Don't Husband Try It?

Standing in front of the table, Liu Kongyi caressed the dragon carp, as if touching a morning glow, her jade hand was blood-red by the hazy and dreamy light.

She smiled and looked forward, observing the men around her for a while, especially those scholars from the academy, who were gathering at the main table, watching "The Fairy".

Or frowning and staring, or looking up at the sky, or writing suddenly...

There are men constantly dripping water on the ink-washing paper to change the characters, but so far no one has succeeded.

Liu Kongyi looked at it for a while, then looked away, a little lost in interest, she had actually tried a lot of characters before, but none of them worked, so far the characters changed by these men did not surprise Liu Kongyi.

Liu Kongyi glanced at those academy scholars whom she had paid close attention to.

Du Yifu was pinching his chin, staring at the ink wash paper, frowning in thought.

Li Jinshu stood with Ye Ruoxi, while looking at the words on the table, while discussing something with the beautiful woman beside him in a low voice.

There are also some outstanding academicians...

Liu Kongyi thinks these men are likely to succeed.

Suddenly, she thought of something, searched left and right, then paused, and saw Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Rong, who were snuggling up behind the crowd at the corner of the main table.

At present, the audience's attention is almost all on "Tianxianzi" and her, and no one pays attention to Zhao Lingfei and the other two.

Liu Kongyi glanced at it for a while, seeing Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's flirtatious gestures, she smiled lightly and stopped paying attention.

With a wave of Liu Kongyi's sleeve, a set of exquisitely painted porcelain tea sets appeared on the table. She lightly picked up a thin flower-and-bird teacup, flicked the porcelain with her fingertips, and there was a melodious echo, as if there was no sound in the valley.

Liu Kongyi waved his hand to reject the water from the warm stream offered by the red carp girl, but took out a small bottle containing fresh morning dew, the first drop of dew from a certain spiritual flower she carefully cultivated every morning , a small bottle, collected for half a year.

Liu Kongyi gracefully began to make tea.

This operation has attracted the attention of many people.

Du Yifu withdrew his gaze, his fiery eyes gradually calmed down, and returned to the paper, his eyes continued to stare at the sentence on the paper "the clouds scattered and the moon came with the flowers". As for other lines, Du Yifu felt that there were indeed some minor flaws, but none of them This sentence is a big problem.

He read the entire poem several times, and his sense of language has twists and turns here. Based on his experience in writing poems, this is where the real problem lies.

Du Yifu's eyes flashed.

On the sand and on the poultry pond, it is dark, and the clouds and the moon come and the flowers follow.

Fairy Liu fell asleep drunk at noon, and when she woke up, it was already dusk and evening. The melancholy and melancholy that had been haunting her heart still hadn't dissipated at all, so she went for a walk in the small garden alone to enjoy the moon, and borrowed the bright moon to relieve her worries.

The night gradually covered the earth, and the waterfowl had already slept together on the sandy shore by the pool. Unexpectedly, the sky was full of clouds and there was no moonlight. She was about to turn around and return. Just at this moment, an unexpected change of scenery appeared before her eyes. The wind picked up, In an instant, the clouds were blown away, and the moonlight was revealed, and the flowers were blown by the wind, and they were dancing under the moonlight...

This also injected temporary comfort into Liu Xianzi's lonely feelings.

These two sentences are the emotional turning point of the whole word, the climax, and the most need for highlighting, but they are unremarkable when read.

Du Yifu breathed in and pondered, his eyes gradually brightened...

On the other side of the main table, Li Jinshu suddenly said, "How about changing it like this?"

Seeing the eyes of the surroundings, including that Liu Fairy.

He hesitated for a moment, and after receiving the encouraging gazes from Ye Ruoxi and all his juniors, he walked forward, dipped in a drop of clear water, and washed away the word "late" in the "Lingwan Mirror",

Li Jinshu wrote with anticipation, and changed the word "Xiao".

But the words on the paper have not changed.

He sighed slightly and shook his head.

But Liu Kongyi opened the mouth and said:

"Although there is no entry, the word Li Gongzi has been changed very well. Evening mirror, evening mirror, a word 'late', in addition to implying time, also has the feeling of twilight in old age. It really doesn't match. If it is 'Xiaojing' , that would be more suitable for women, thank you Mr. Li..."

At this moment, Du Yifu suddenly said, "Brother Li, it's useless to fuss over such an innocuous little place. It's just a blind eye. I haven't grasped the key to the problem. Let me do it and watch it."

After saying that, he walked to the table and reached for the pen in Li Jinshu's hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

The eldest brother was a little embarrassed, but with his personality, he was not annoyed. Instead, he showed curiosity, stepped back a few steps, and gave up the position to Du Yifu.

Du Yifu was in high spirits, and smiled brightly at Liu Kongyi, who looked expectant. Afterwards, he was fetching clear water to wash away the word "Scatter" in "The Clouds Scatter and the Moon Comes with the Flowers Follow the Shadow".

Du Yifu was a bit of a joke, looked around, saw that everyone was looking forward to it, he smiled lightly, wrote confidently, and slowly added... the word "broken".

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

At this moment, the air on the Yaji was a little frozen.

All eyes were on the paper.

But... still nothing happened.

No entry.

Du Yifu's smile froze instantly. He stared at the ink washing paper for a long time, but the paper was still motionless, and there was no breeze that he was familiar with—this represented the gathering of rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

This sentence "the clouds break through the moon and the flowers follow the shadows" still doesn't work.

It's a little quiet all around.

Du Yifu felt a lot of weird eyes, his smile gradually subsided, he licked his lips, stared down at the revised verse expressionlessly, and murmured something repeatedly in his mouth.

"Here, it should be here. My intuition is right, but why not! This word has been changed and cannot be changed, why..."

Liu Kongyi coughed lightly and made a sound to make a rescue.

"Young Master Du's change of the broken word is excellent. The cloud breaks the moon...there was no moon at that time, which was caused by the thick and dark clouds. But at the beginning of the wind, since it is impossible to clear away the haze immediately, it can only blow through the clouds. A part of the night sky was exposed, and the place where the cloud broke may not happen to be where the moon is, but the moon moved to the place where the cloud opened after a while... It's been a long time since the cloud broke."

Liu Kongyi glanced at Du Yifu's embarrassing face, and then looked at the people around him, "As for...the lack of entry, there must be something to be changed elsewhere, or... Kongyi's lack of talent, this poem is simply Unable to enter..."

Afterwards, the main table slowly became lively again, and many people went up to change the words.

However, except for the word "spring" at noon in "When will I send Chunchun back" caused some discussions, the other people's changes to the word are nothing special.

Liu Kongyi saw that there were so many excellent men from the academy and the Taiqing Mansion in the Yaji, but none of them could correct the introductory poems and be her one-character teacher. Come on, it should be that this word is not congenitally deficient, unable to turn decay into magic, sorry, everyone, it is my fault."

Du Yifu's face was still a little stiff, and he nodded hastily upon hearing this.

Everyone also agreed, and only said that unless the Confucian poet came, there would be no power to return to heaven.

Therefore, the elegant matter of finding a teacher of a word is given up.

At the corner of Yaji, Zhao Rong looked up at Liu Kongyi, and saw that she was frowning and packing the tea set.

The cup of tea that was supposed to be handed to the one-character teacher was completely cold, but still no man could drink it.

Concubine Zhao Ling who was at the side suddenly said softly: "Don't you want to try, husband?"

Hearing this title at this moment, Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked away from Liu Kongyi, shaking his head resolutely, "No, no."

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him, her tone was relaxed, she said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you try it, the pen and paper are still on the table and confiscated, my husband went to write a few words, and no one else is paying attention now, why be shy, what if it happens Woolen cloth……"

Zhao Rong interrupted righteously: "I was afraid that it would happen, so I didn't go. What should I do if that Fairy Liu has been pestering me after entering the product? I only have a lady in my heart, why go to provoke her!"

This is a proposition, but still choose?Don't go, resolutely don't go!

Concubine Zhao Ling squinted at Zhao Rong's serious expression, fell silent for a while, and nodded slightly.

Chapter 192 The Cloud Breaks the Moon and the Flowers Make Shadows

If Liu Kongyi didn't say something like "be my word teacher", "serving tea and pouring water", "and generous rewards", Zhao Rong would go up and help her change a few words, it would be fine.

But what the hell is your posture of wanting to have in-depth communication with the one-character teacher and getting better and better?

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, seeing that Qingjun just nodded calmly, and he didn't know if he was satisfied with his answer, or she didn't think of that at all?

No, Zhao Ziyu, you have to stay vigilant, although women and men will become a little silly when they are in love, but in some respects, their sense of smell may be more sensitive...

At this moment, Lu Zhu, who had been "eavesdropping" beside Zhao Rong and the other for a long time, burst into a smile, "Young Master Zhao, it seems that you will definitely be able to change it into a high-quality poem when you go up."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, trying to ignore the yellow-haired girl, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qingjun beside him looking away, as if he hadn't heard the embarrassing words.

Zhao Rong's heart warmed slightly, and then he glanced at "Sky Fairy" in the middle of the table, then turned to Luzhu and said, "It's simple, just change one word."

Luzhu was curious, "What word."

Zhao Lingfei also listened quietly.

"Look." Zhao Rong turned around and said casually: "Yun Poyue came to play with flowers, it's not good, Yun Poyue came to play with flowers, it's great."

"Yun Poyue came to Hua Nonying? Hua Nonying..."

Lu Zhu murmured several times in her mouth, her two eyebrows gradually gathered in the middle, her mouth was slightly opened, and she was about to ask again, but there were already people around.

A scholar who happened to be passing by the academy next to him stopped when he heard the words, and frowned slightly, "Little brother, your word 'nong' is open to discussion."

Zhao Rong turned his head and found that the person who spoke was a senior fellow who came with him. He was usually dull and serious and rigorous in his studies.

The senior brother said in a serious tone: "The word 'nong' is rarely used in poetry, although it is okay to use novel words, but this word...is too frivolous...nong...is not proper..."

Luzhu blushes slightly, she likes to read poetry and has some experience, although she has never experienced any love affairs between men and women, but some nights the sisters in the garden secretly read some books about men and women fighting, so right now I understood what the Academy scholar meant.

Hua Nongying, Hua Nongying.

The image of flower was originally related to women, and it is often referred to by others, and the word "Nong" is closely related to the fight between men and women... There is also the word "Dou" that matches the word "Nong"...

The pictures with rich pictures and texts in the book popped up in Lu Zhu's mind again... the girls on it usually seem to shout this word after losing a fight... lost...

Luzhu understood her instantly, and she felt guilty, she shook her head like a garlic to dispel these embarrassing thoughts, and then became a little entangled.

The clouds break through the moon and the flowers play shadows.

It's easy to read, and the more Lu Zhu reads, the more she feels the charm of this poem, but... is this word really suitable?

She nodded while staring at Zhao Rong, wondering how he would explain.

On the other hand, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little strange when she heard the words of this academy scholar, frivolous?What is wrong with the word Husband...

However, Zhao Rong did not respond to the inquiry from the rigid brother and the curious gaze of the little red carp girl.

He smiled brightly, and saluted the senior brother who suddenly barged in, "Senior brother is right."

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, and led Concubine Zhao Ling to go elsewhere.

Brother Jiji shook his head, turned and left.

Lu Zhu scratched the back of her head, repeating, "The cloud breaks the moon to make flowers and make shadows, the cloud breaks the moon to make flowers and make shadows..."

Liu Kongyi failed to find a one-character teacher.

This made the originally lively Gathering a bit awkward, so Ye Ruoxi, as the organizer of the Nuanxi Gathering, organized another elegant event that everyone could participate in. As for the ink washing paper on the main table in the center of the Gathering, it was also I didn't put it away immediately, and occasionally some men who were not good at letting go got inspired and went to try it.

Somewhere in the Yaji, the crowd gradually gathered again.

After Zhao Rong bid farewell to Luzhu, he took Concubine Zhao Ling to the lively place where the crowd gathered.

On the way, Qing Jun, who was silent at first, suddenly said, "I believe you."

"Huh? What."