Gao Bufan rejected Gongsun Yingxiu's request in an extremely self-deprecating way. This was obviously not a manifestation of self-pride and modesty. Even Cui Hu was a little difficult to understand. Could it be that Changqing really couldn't make a birthday speech?

Luo Yi even became suspicious because normal men were unlikely to reject Gongsun Yingxiu. What's more, once this longevity poem was sung by Gongsun Yingxiu in front of Ke Dun, Gao Bufan, as the lyricist, must be very famous. He not only pleases beauty and noble people, but also gains fame. Only a fool will refuse such a good thing, unless Gao Bufan does not have real materials in his belly, and he is worried about making a fool!

However, Gongsun Yingxiu obviously didn't think so. At Hongyan's banquet that night, she watched Gao Bufan turn a limerick into a catchy poem "Silent Night Poem", and then recite "Ask the Moon with Wine" while walking. Her quick thinking is definitely not the so-called "Blind Cat Hit the Dead Moon".

"Then why should he refuse now? Could it be that he really hates me so much? Apart from the reckless behavior of Pei Jian last night, there seems to be no place to offend him?" Gongsun Yingxiu was in a complicated mood and his starry eyes were dim.

Peijian asked angrily when he saw this, "You dare to ask Mr. Gao, that farewell poem, the grass on the Liliyuan, withering and flourishing every year, was it you wrote?"

Gao Bufan was stunned for a moment, and the guy Gao Shixiong was already rushing to answer: "Of course it was written by Changqing. That day, General Changsun brought Mr. Wuji and Miss Wugui to the Feiying Horse Farm. When he left, he wrote a poem to say goodbye. I was there at that time. I still remember this poem. The grass on the Lili land, withering and flourishing every year. The grass was cut without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blew, and the ancient road stretched out from afar, and Qingcui picked it up. He sent Brother Zhu, and his wife and children cried!"

"What's the matter?" Luo Yi almost even fell down his chin.

Gao Bufan was so amused that he was laughing and crying. The crooked monk recited the crooked scriptures. Gao Shixiong was even more outrageous and was simply fartful!

Peijian spat and said, "What's the mess? It's wildfire that cannot be burned. The spring breeze blows and grows again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road. The clear green connects Luocheng and sends you there. The grass is full of farewell."

Gao Shixiong beat him awkwardly and said, "It's almost done!"

Peijian snorted coldly and said, "Gao Changqing, did you write this poem?"

Gao Bufan frowned and said, "It's indeed what I did. How did the Sword Girl know?"

Pei Jian sneered: "A good poem is known to everyone in the world. Now the brothels in Luoyang are singing. Whenever there is a farewell banquet, guests will be required to order this grass on the Liliyuan."

Gao Bufan didn't want to become famous, but he didn't expect that things would go against his wishes. I hope he would not be targeted by Yang Guang, a pervert. If someone gave him a whim, "Can you still leave the grass on the ground?", then it would be awkward!

"Since Mr. Gao said that the song "Ask the Moon with Wine" was a temporary inspiration, how do you explain this song "Farewell" and "Quiet Night Thoughts"? He was very talented but refused to fill in a birthday poem for my girl. What do you mean!" Peijian asked dissatisfiedly.

Gao Bufan was a little unhappy. Don’t say that I really don’t know how to write birthday words. Even if I know, do you have to do it for your girl? There is no reason to force buying and selling in the world.

That guy Gao Shiheng was not interested in the big deal when he watched the fun. He nodded and said, "Yes, Boss Changqing, don't be so stingy. You can't fill in a birthday poem for Gongsun for trouble."

Gao Bufan glared at the guy with annoyance: "Do you think it's a meal!"

Gao Shiheng scratched his head and said, "I think writing poems and lyrics is easier for Changqing than eating. By the way, I remember that Changqing wrote a poem "Autumn Ci" not long ago. Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn. I said that autumn is better than spring. A crane radiates on the clouds in the clear sky, and the poem is sunny to the blue sky."

Gao Shiheng's memory is obviously much better than his elder brother. He even read out the poem word for word, which is really rare!

"Good poem!" Cui Hu couldn't help blurting out.

Gongsun Yingxiu's beautiful eyes flashed with colorful eyes. Her literary attainments are not low. Naturally, she knew that this was another masterpiece passed down from generation to generation. She was surprised and lost even more. Gao Changqing was obviously full of poetry, but she refused to fill in a poem for herself. It was too much!

Luo Yi laughed and said, "Brother Gao is indeed very talented, so why should he keep people from thousands of miles away? Why don't you agree to Gongsun everyone!"

Gongsun Yingxiu's eyes looked resentful, and his eyes seemed to blink slightly. The men couldn't help but feel pity when they saw this. So Cui Hu also smiled and advised: "Gongsun, everyone is sincere, why don't Changqing become a beauty?"

Gao Bufan felt a little bit painful. Now he finally tasted the feeling of being unable to ride a tiger. It really means that the saying "Don't pretend to be compared with nothing, pretend to be struck by lightning. It's a good time to copy the article and you can copy it all the time. What if you suddenly have nothing to copy? What should you do?

Gao Bufan was not a liberal arts student or a poetic lover. The few ancient poems he remembered by chance were all catchy and famous works. As for the poems such as longevity, which are particularly "professional" and are difficult to be outstanding. He knows nothing, even if he knows it, he can't remember it!

In front of everyone's eyes, facing the resentful starry eyes of the great beauty Gongsun, the talented man had a clumsy plan and could only use a delaying plan: "It's not that I am unwilling to give a birthday speech to everyone in Gongsun. I am really not good at this. However, since everyone in Gongsun is sincere, I will avoid it because of the difficulty. Now let's go first, stay here and think about it before writing it down and handing it over to everyone in Gongsun!"

Gongsun Yingxiu was happy to hear this and said, "That I am here to thank you."

"Gongsun, everyone, are you polite!" Gao Bufan smiled, but he felt a little relieved. Grandma's, where to get a brilliant birthday poem, no matter how much, it will take one day or one day.

Next, everyone set out for Liucheng.

Gongsun Yingxiu's carriage was seriously damaged yesterday and could not be repaired, so he can only ride a horse now. However, this woman is very skilled in riding skills. She changed into a Hu suit and obviously was to facilitate riding horses. She rode the horse all the way along with the brigade, but she never dropped the team.

The maid was riding a horse with a sword and following Gongsun Yingxiu. She glared at Gao Bufan who was riding on the big green horse in the distance and whispered: "Girl, Gao Changqing is more jealous than the top, and even Chang Sun Sheng's support has been rejected. Do you think he will serve Lord Yang?"

Gongsun Yingxiu frowned and said, "This is not what we should care about. Just do what we should do."

The maid pouted with a sword and muttered in a low voice: "Now, there are thieves everywhere in the Sui Dynasty. Gao Changqing is only dedicated to raising horses and does not want to be an official. It's not that he has other intentions!"
Chapter completed!