Chapter 485 Who Is Worthy To Fight With Him?
Chapter 485 Who is worthy to fight with him?
One stroke, one poem, one universe
But then everyone thought of something, and their eyes immediately turned to Xiao Han who was drinking and drinking. It must be this guy who presented an unsightly calligraphy work, which stained the eyes of the beauty, so Liu Qingcheng let him They all go back.
The beautiful woman lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, as a response, and then even withdrew her gaze, she still stood quietly behind the curtain, silent, like Fairy who didn't know the fireworks in the world.
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(End of this chapter)
It's hard to draw your beauty.
"With just a few strokes, there is not only the lofty ambition and broad-mindedness of daring to stir up the wind and thunder of the nine heavens and the Great Thousand World, but also a touch of chivalrous tenderness, which is incompatible with the words of some people who make a fuss, flatter, and flatter. , it is a world of difference.”
Heaven and earth are astonishing in poetry,
One stroke, one poem, one universe
As soon as these words came out, the hall of Qingcheng was silent for a while, and there was a dead silence.
At the end of her words, she seemed to be infected by the feelings expressed between the lines, and the maid's tone became stronger and stronger. She held Xiao Han's words in her hand and looked around at everyone, her words sharp.
Everyone also got up and prepared to leave, but at this time, Liu Qingcheng's personal maid suddenly came to Xiao Han, saluted slightly, and said with a smile: "This son, please stay, my lady is invited."
It's hard to draw your beauty.
"Damn it, Brother Xiao, you can do it!" Bai Ye came over and patted Xiao Han's shoulder heavily. He couldn't help admiring it. He managed to win the favor of the first beauty in the holy city. Dissatisfied.
The people who were about to leave in anger stopped, turned around, and looked at Xiao Han with a dumbfounded expression. Miss, would you like me?
Xiao Han spread his hands, ready to get up and leave, who can guess the woman's mind.
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Xiao Han was in a daze for a while, but at this moment, he came back to the top and took the lead in presenting poetry and calligraphy, which made everyone who was writing a book pause for a while, and their eyes were a little surprised. There was a disdainful smile on the corners of his mouth. Presumably this guy already knows that poetry and calligraphy are not good, so he just picked up a pen and scribbled a few words. Thinking of this, everyone will naturally despise Xiao Han, this guy, reckless Only one husband.
A thousand strokes can paint,
A thousand strokes can paint,
"It's all my fault!" Someone glared at Xiao Han and whispered. Although he was very angry, he still didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction too loudly. After all, this guy is a ruthless man. It was defeated, how dare they provoke it.
As soon as the pen fell, Xiao Han waved his palm, and a burst of energy surged out. The ink on the table top rendered a page of rice paper, which immediately flew like a kite and quickly floated into the curtain.
Beauty is like a flower across the clouds,
Everyone naturally saw the few lines of short poems on the rice paper, and their brows were all wrinkled.
As soon as the maid's voice fell, Liu Qingcheng, who was behind the curtain upstairs, turned and left.
After everyone glanced at Xiao Han with disdain, they continued to create, but before writing two words, the voice of the maid upstairs sounded again:
what's going on?
Unfortunately,
Xiao Han picked up a glass of wine, raised the glass to the beautiful woman who was looking at him, smiled and nodded as a greeting, and then drank the wine in the glass.
"Yeah, what my lady told me herself, how could it be false." The maid responded affirmatively.
The maid unfolded the rice paper, she pulled the paper up and down with both hands, and slowly rotated it to ensure that everyone in every direction could see it.
After staring at the beautiful woman behind the curtain for a long time, Xiao Han took a jug of wine and finished it with a swipe.
"The little girl dares to ask here, everyone present, who is worthy of fighting with this young master when you see the work of this young master?"
Especially the last few sentences, it can be said that every word is punishing.
Unfortunately,
You know, this is the first time that the No. 1 beauty in the Holy City has ever seen a guest, and it seems that this guy who presents his works every minute, how is this possible?
"Of course it's okay." The maid's mouth curved slightly, as if she had expected everyone to be like this. If so, then she would fulfill them. Then she took out a page of rice paper that Xiao Han had just presented from her sleeve, and then Slowly unfold:
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I saw that the peerless beauty behind the curtain raised her palm, her loose sleeves slowly fell, a section of her fair wrist was exposed, her skin was crystal clear, and her slender hand immediately grabbed the floating page of rice paper, a pair of cold The star eyes looked at the poetry and calligraphy on the rice paper, and there was a deep luster flashing in those beautiful pupils.
Hearing the maid's answer with such an incomparable certainty, there was only a look of shock on everyone's faces. The first beauty in the holy city actually invited this guy?
"and many more!"
"You bastard, what did you write?" Seeing the excitement, Bai Ye looked at Xiao Han, wondering whether to laugh or cry.
The expressions of everyone in the field were very exciting, shocked, puzzled, surprised, all kinds of expressions, staring at Xiao Han like a fool, at this moment, they all wondered if their ears were wrong.
Xiao Han smiled, then smiled at the maid: "Troublesome girl lead the way."
Beauty is like a flower across the clouds,
Heaven and earth are astonishing in poetry,
"Everyone, stop writing, my lady said, you all go back."
At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er spoke up again, she glanced at Xiao Han with beautiful eyes, and then said to the maid: "What he wrote just now, can you take it out and see, even if we lose, we have to lose. It has to be clear."
Everyone stared at Xiao Han as if they were looking at a rare species, looking up and down, that look, that expression, called a weird one.
"Put it on yourself!" Shangguan Wan'er glanced at Xiao Han with contempt, but there was a hint of pride at the corner of his mouth, and this guy is nothing more than that.
"Are you sure your lady wants to invite this guy?" At this time, Shangguan Wan'er came over and asked the maid in confusion. This question is not only for her, but for everyone.
Hearing the maid's words, and seeing Liu Qingcheng who had left suddenly, everyone was startled, and they all felt that they didn't know why. They haven't submitted their works yet, why did they invite them back?
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After reading, she put down the verse, and her beautiful eyes turned towards Xiao Han below, a pair of charming star eyes, as if they could talk,
At this time, the maid continued: "My lady said, everyone's words, even if you don't read them, must be some gorgeous words how to praise her, and only this son's work is natural. , not conventional, between a few words and sentences, it not only shows the extraordinary pioneering spirit, but also shows the chivalrous tenderness of pity for the beautiful woman, the opening two sentences, from the big picture, Great Thousand World, all under my stroke , Endless world, my poems can shock the wind and thunder, and with a single stroke, I can paint the world and the universe. It can be seen from this that the grand spirit expressed in it, as well as the broad mind that swallows mountains and rivers, at the end of the article, I wrote When I was a young lady, there was neither a pile of gorgeous words, nor a mournful and desolate moan, just a straight sentence, but unfortunately, the stroke of the pen suddenly changed, and the beauty was like a flower across the clouds. Such a description, fresh and refined, can be said to be natural and new, I wrote the feeling of being out of sight and out of reach. Facing the unreachable beauty above the clouds, the last sentence is difficult to draw your beauty. I wrote the meaning of wanting to go up to the clouds to see the beauty of the beauty, showing that Endless chivalrous tenderness."
