The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 500 The business woman who was murdered for money (50)

Su Qinghuan felt anxious. She didn't expect the original plot to come so quickly, but it was just a day's work. Duan Feiyang's scum hit Murong Yanran, and seeing Murong Yanran's shy look, it was obviously the opposite of Duan Feiyang. Heart moved!

  This scumbag has no abilities, so he cheated the little girl's house, but he did a set of things!

  ……

   "Sister Qinghuan, you hurt me."

  Murong Yanran didn’t understand why Su Qinghuan was so shocked, she was still immersed in the wonderful encounter of the heroine in the storybook.

"Sister Qinghuan, let me tell you that yesterday I was not greedy, and wanted to eat Fengtai Temple's Dingsheng Cake. It happened by accident that I met Brother Duan. He is really a fairy-like character, not only looks good. Better than Panan, and extremely talented!"

   "At the very least, I think these so-called talents in the Da Xia Dynasty are really not worth mentioning compared to the talents of Brother Duan."

  Su Qinghuan heard the words, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

   Duan Feiyang is the man who is not diligent and does not distinguish the grains. I am afraid that let alone the village examination hall examination, even the disciples of the Jingcheng Academy cannot pass the examination. A person like him can be proficient in poetry, literature, and music?

  I'm afraid I still have a way to coax the little girl.

  Su Qinghuan frowned, not in a hurry to expose Duan Feiyang's mask first.

  "You are telling me, why do you show such admiration to a man who has only one side? Although I am gradually declining in the literary world, I am not a young man without talent."

  "Really! I didn't lie to you, so I just said that I was called Yanran, but he blurted out. Yanran looked around in the crowd. The color of the world is like dust. You said such a stunning poem, how can ordinary people think of it?"

  "……"

  Dare to say for a long time, Duan Feiyang even started to plagiarize the poems of the later generation Wang Guowei!

  Wang Guowei is a great literary world. Su Qinghuan once bought Wang Guowei's words and words in detail.

  ……

   "Yan Ran, are you sure he wrote this poem, and not plagiarized it?"

"How is it possible? Since I was a child, I have been familiar with the famous lines of the dynasties. It is impossible for such a stunning verse to be spread, and besides these two lines at that time, Brother Duan also gave me a better poem. "

"tell me the story?"

When Su Qinghuan heard this, he basically had a score in his heart. This dynasty is overhead. Many famous poets in the plane have been obliterated. Even Li Bai and Du Fu’s poems have not been circulated on this plane, and I don’t know what Duan Feiyang is. Use something to fool this little girl.

  ……

Seeing Su Qinghuan's disapproval look, Murong Yanran thought of Duan Feiyang's talent, which was very unfair for Duan Feiyang, so she blushed and tried to prove how talented Duan Feiyang is.

  "Sister Qinghuan, I think you might be too nervous to misunderstand that Brother Duan is plagiarizing other people's poems. If you have heard another poem by Brother Duan, you will know what is truly amazing."

  Murong Yanran took a breath and said slowly.

  "The cloud wants clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Huanong..."

  She had only heard it once, and she could chant silently in her heart, but even Murong Yanran could not believe that there was a man in this world who would watch her write such a masterpiece.

It’s not that Murong Yanran was not beautiful enough, but that this poem gives people the feeling that it is more like a beauty that is shocking to the heavens. This point Murong Yanran still dare not boast, just like Fairy Chang'e, and above Yaotai. The beauty flying in Qingluan.

  In any case, this kind of beauty should not be something ordinary women can have.

  ……

   Just when Murong Yanran wanted to see how amazing Su Qinghuan was, she saw the girl in Tsing Yi next to her slowly recite the last two poems.

   "If it weren't for Qunyushantou, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. Yanran, the full text of this poem he wrote to you, shouldn't it be these two sentences later."

  ! ! !

  Murong Yanran looked at Su Qinghuan in shock, her fingers began to tremble at this moment.

   "You, how did you know---Sister Qinghuan, wouldn't you just pass by Fengtai Temple at that time and eavesdrop on the side?"

  At this time, Murong Yanran still had a little illusion about Duan Feiyang.

   After all, like Li Bai’s Qingping Tune, if the people of the world can really write such ancient quatrains, as long as it is first-class, even if it is only spread in a small area at the beginning, it will definitely be popular throughout the Great Xia Dynasty.

  Who doesn’t admire such talent?

In addition to this, the first encounter with Duan Feiyang was so beautiful, even Murong Yanran didn't want to break this dream.

  ……

   "What if I didn't go to Fengtai Temple at all that day?"

  Su Qinghuan looked at the girl calmly. She pursed the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the ends of Murong Yanran's hair.

   "Yan Ran, you and I have known each other for a short time, and it was just a glimpse of that so-called Duan Gongzi. Do you trust me more or trust him more?"

  "……"

  Murong Yanran, in fact, no one wants to give up. The girl first tasted the taste of the beginning of love, and naturally she had a hundred thousand illusions. What's more, Duan Feiyang is indeed golden and jade, and most people can't see how his inner frustration is within a few sides.

   "Sister Qinghuan, tell me, how do you know the last two sentences of this poem?"

   Murong Yanran yelled, refusing to answer Su Qinghuan’s question directly.

  The little fox saw Murong Yanran's twisted look, and suddenly realized that she still had illusions about Duan Feiyang, and Su Qinghuan's thin lips overflowed with a sigh.

  She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Murong Yanran's head.

   "Yan Ran, the poem where you said your name earlier, that man, did you only say these two sentences?"

  "Yes...Big Brother Duan said that when he heard my name, the inspiration burst out, and a good sentence suddenly appeared."

   "Eternal good sentences are so easy to come by?"

  Except for Li Bai, a genius poet who is astonishingly talented and brilliant, he is awe-inspiring when he writes and writes. The vast majority of poets, thinking and thinking for a lifetime, may not be able to have a good line.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan sighed.

  "Then I will recite the whole poem for you silently. It's actually just a poem, and it's not you, but the women in the brothel. You are a majestic princess, don't you want to get along with those goofy girls?"

  "Yanji is a fifteenth year of the slender year. She is used to dragging long legs instead of slender steps.

   Yanran in the public, the color of the world is like dust.

  One tree pavilion spits out at once, but it is natural, and I want to give it a wordless.

  Wu Niang praised her good dance in front of her, but the poor always got her waist wrong. "

  ……

  Su Qinghuan finished reading the entire poem, and the whole article was completely natural, without any trace of force, even if Murong Yanran couldn't believe it, her eyes were lost at this moment.

  "He...he actually lied to me. This poem was not written for me..."

  The girl’s dream was broken in an instant.

  (End of this chapter)