The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

Although he had already known it, he still needed to make an appearance at this time. If he saw Zhao Qianwei coming with the emperor, there was no reaction at all. Wouldn't it be exposing the fact that he knew that Zhao Qianwei was a princess for a long time.

Zhao Qianwei's face froze, and she subconsciously reached out to help her, but she stopped abruptly in the middle, and suddenly felt a sharp tingling in her heart.

He is... trying to distance himself from me!

She bit her lip and suddenly remembered that day, Yang Yi teased her as her brother.

In contrast, I'd rather see you with an unruly face and a lazy look to tease the little lady!

Zhao Qianwei thought of what Yuenu had explained to herself before she left, and she smiled and said, "You know I'm a princess, then I'll tell you to take this leader. If you don't take action, you're resisting the decree."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Li Qingzhao next to him and turned back to Zhao Ji's side.

Seeing this scene, Song Xiuwen frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Zhao Ji took a step forward and said with a smile: "Li Xiaoniang's song "Like a Dream" was very expensive in Bianjing for a while and became a masterpiece. There are many talented people today, so I will use "Like a Dream" as the title. Rewards."

ps: ask for flowers, ask for collection, ask for flowers, ask for collection, ask for flowers, ask for collection.Unsatisfactory: still satisfactory.I know the big guys know it, I just want to say a few words qaq

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Chapter [-] The weather is a little hot

"what?"

"Do you want to use Rumeng Ling as the brand name?"

"Hey, Brother Zhang, is there a new word?"

The surrounding whispered, obviously surprised.

Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" can be called a masterpiece, even the "Like a Dream" written by Su Shi is not as good. It can be seen that this poem is exquisite.

Now if you want to re-write the lyrics with this name again, it is impossible to surpass it, as long as the standard is not so low and laughable and generous.

Yang Yi understands the feelings of these people very well, not to mention that he was so sad just now, for example.

If it is placed in the future, the martial arts literature creation competition will be re-created under the titles of "Swordsman" and "Dragon Babu", and Jin Daxia will face the same headaches for those contestants.

He glanced at Li Qingzhao, who was as slim as a green lotus, and found that the girl was looking at him with a smile, her eyes flashing, obviously looking forward to him.

Yang Yi smiled bitterly in his heart. After the Northern Song Dynasty, there were not many lyricists who wrote "Like a Dream", and even fewer could compare to Li Qingzhao. This girl was too confident in herself.

While hesitating, a clear voice suddenly came from the field.

"Your Majesty, the grass-roots have already gained!"

The scene rioted.

"Hey, that's the son of the Song family."

"I heard that he was the number one talent in Jiangnan last year!"

"Is there no one in my Bian capital?"

Zhao Ji looked up and saw a handsome, slender, brocade-clothed young man who looked like a modest gentleman bowed his hands and saluted, neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyebrows had a romantic look.

"Good Fengyi."

Even Yang Yi couldn't help but secretly praised.

Regardless of the literary talent of these ancient gentlemen, each one is better than the other, all of them have red lips and white teeth, and they are very handsome. This is also true of Zhao Mingcheng. It is no wonder that Li Qingzhao will write a good sentence "Going away with shame and leaning back on the door to look back but sniffing the green plum" .

Zhao Ji touched his hands and praised: "What a young man with agile thinking, let's hear it."

Song Xiuwen cupped his hands, then took two steps, and whispered softly: "Zeng Yan's deep cave in Taoyuan, a song of dancing and singing phoenix. When remembering goodbye for a long time, go out with tears. It's like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon falling flowers. Heavy smoke."

"good words!"

"Good mood!"

The people around gave high fives, and even Li Qingzhao nodded. The lyricism was delicate, graceful and graceful, the words were beautiful, and the artistic conception was even more beautiful.

It is a good poem to describe the dreamscape in a virtual way, and the feelings in a real way.

She frowned and glanced at Yang Yi, and found that he was in a daze, as if he hadn't noticed.

Zhao Ji murmured a few words, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's really a good word, Jiangnan talent is well-deserved."

Seeing that the idiots around Song Xiuwen were complimenting even the officials, they were flattering all of a sudden, and all the flattery words like "Song Master Song is a great talent" and "Song Master Song must get the first name" came out.

Song Xiuwen's expression was light, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. This name is not uncommon. He had been thinking about it for a long time, and he had discussed it with his father many times.

This poem was originally intended to be a blockbuster for the Southern Lantern Festival Poetry Festival, but who knew that it didn't come in handy that time, but this time it was a slap in the face.

This poem is full of praise even from the official family. Isn't that little lady bowing down to her own literary talent.

Thinking of this, he showed his jade fan and looked into the distance, wanting to see Zhao Qianwei's obsessed expression.

Suddenly, Song Xiuwen's face froze, and the little lady in the distance was not looking at him, but at Yang Yi who was in a daze.

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the fan involuntarily sped up.

The next Ma Facebook student said, "Is Song Gongzi very hot?"

Song Xiuwen said nonchalantly: "Composing poetry and writing is the most exhausting, and it's a little hot at this time."

The student Ma face glanced at the yellowed leaves and was speechless. If he remembered correctly, it would be autumn at this time.