Chapter 147 Crazy Writing about Beauty

"Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of faces."

One sentence, Bai Yi just opened his mouth and recited one sentence.

Everyone's expressions froze on their faces.

A good quatrain, a good beginning, and the appearance of a famous article.

Even the scholar who looks down on brothel girls has to admit this.

Just seven short words, the eyes are full of flowers and the face is blurred, and they jump out of it.

It feels like you have suddenly arrived among a sea of ​​clouds and flowers.

It's as if one suddenly saw a beauty covered in clouds and red flowers.

It was as if the clouds and the flowers couldn't help but want to covet each other.

Liu Ji's mouth was slightly open, and Mr. Yangshan's beard trembled.

Xue Partridge's pen and ink paused on the paper, and Li Fengxin's eyes brightened a bit.

The next moment, everyone looked at the copybook in Bai Yi's hand.

They couldn't wait. They wanted to know what the next sentence would be. They couldn't even wait for Bai Yi to read it.

Then, the handwriting on the copybook made their hearts tremble again.

God, what kind of words are those? They are so hard that they look like they were carved with a sword.

The ink is vertical and horizontal, sharp and sharp, penetrating the back of the paper, as powerful as a startling dragon.

There is no doubt that this calligraphy is so well written that it is even enough to start a sect.

But why do words like this appear in a poem about beauty?

But why did a word like this come from the hand of a businesswoman?

What is even more incomprehensible is to witness such an iron-clad crazy book.

Then he looked at the heroic actress with cinnabar eyebrows, dressed in men's clothing.

They actually didn't feel out of place anymore.

She seems to be such a complex and elusive woman.

We should do things like this, which are confusing and elusive.

It was as if she herself was a beauty drawn in mad writing.

"The spring breeze blows and the dew is strong."

Until Bai Di opened his mouth and read out the second line of the poem with a man's solemnity.

Everyone finally came to their senses from the contrast between text and characters.

Beautiful, beautiful.

The spring breeze fills the paper, and every sentence is rich and colorful.

These two sentences alone are comparable to Liu Ji's entire poem in terms of artistic conception.

Wang Wu was still sitting in his seat, sipping tea.

That look of a jade tree facing the wind, hiding its charm.

It makes people unconsciously think that she must be the beauty in the article.

So, if she could read this poem by herself, what would it be like?

It's a pity that Wang Wu just doesn't want to complete the task.

It just wants to leave a trace of regret in people's hearts.

Of course, the most fundamental reason for this may just be that she is too lazy to do it.

So Bai Di, in the trance of the crowd, read out the last two sentences of the poem unhurriedly.

"If we don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain."

"We will meet under the moon at Yaotai."

"coax!"

Almost instantly, the crowd began to boil like a frying pan of cold water.

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

"A masterpiece! A masterpiece!"

"It is truly the swan song of beautiful writing!"

"Late night spring dreams are nothing more than this!"

Who can think of it, who dares to think of it.

Just two more words turned a beautiful woman into a fairy.

Life is the feeling of being held by someone out of thin air, flying in the sky during the day, and dreaming of a goddess.

There is not a single word of beauty in the whole text, but beauty is written to the extreme.

There is not a single word "human" in the whole article, but the person is described to the best of his ability.

Show mercy everywhere without leaving any trace.

The sky is free and unbiased, yet impartial.

The rich beauty is tinged with the coolness of the moon and the clearness of the wind.

There is boldness and unruliness hidden under the depth of spring.

The so-called beauty, the so-called admiration, and so on, may be the last word.

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"

After listening to the whole poem, Li Fengxin stood up immediately, clapped her hands and praised.

"I really never thought that in addition to singing, dancing and music, Miss Yu, you also have such profound attainments in poetry. If we hadn't met you on the top of a jade mountain, we would have met you under the moon on Yaotai. Miss Jade

, when I see you, it’s like seeing Yushan and Yaotai!”

"Your Majesty is so complimentary."

Wang Wu, who knew that he would give up when he was satisfied, politely stood up and cupped his hands, and then clasped his fists in all directions.

"Same to you all, this little girl is new here. If I do anything wrong, please forgive me."

"How can I praise it so much? How can I praise it so much?"

Hearing Wang Wu's humble words, Li Fengxin immediately waved her sleeves.

"Based on that poem just now, I dare to say that you are the most talented woman in Yangzhou City, and I dare to give you the title of the best poet in the title of this beauty. If you don't believe it, just ask others and see.

Let’s see who among them is dissatisfied?”

As he said this, Li Fengxin's gaze on Wang Wu became even more intense.

Because he really couldn't understand the heroic and naturally charming woman in front of him.

Because he really began to expect that the other party would be able to do something that would impress him.

Because he really desires to know his life experience and past.

Yes, what kind of experience can create such a person?

It was obvious that Li Fengxin had become extremely curious about Wang Wu.

Then he realized that he seemed to not even know what kind of person the other person was.

Because Wang Wu's temperament has changed too much, because this mysterious woman is really able to touch people's hearts.

She has never been a simple beauty.

From time to time, shadows of talented men, liars, madmen, scholars, and heroes will appear.

It seduces people and makes it difficult to escape.

"I have no opinion."

After hearing Li Fengxin's decision, Mr. Yangshan, stroking his beard, smiled and shook his head.

"Girl Bai Yu's poems are indeed superb, and her calligraphy is even more impressive, making men ashamed to death. This article and this work can be called the best."

"I have no objection either."

Xue Partridge, who had not finished writing the poem, also put down his pen and smiled bitterly, feeling that there was no need to write any more.

Just when most people agreed to let Wang Wu be the chief poet.

Liu Ji suddenly raised a hand and asked slowly.

"I don't understand something. Miss Jade, you said that the current season is clearly summer, but you wrote a spring breeze book. Isn't this a little inappropriate?"
To be continued...