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

Zhao Ji smiled without saying a word, just looked at the two people on the field.

At this time, it was already late, the sky was as cool as water, the yard was brightly lit, the stream in the rockery was gurgling, the red pillars supported the pavilion, the pavilions and the pavilions, the candles were faint, and it was very lively.

After all, Song Xiuwen is a talented person. Although his mood has been affected a little, he is still full of ideas and easy to come by.

He went to the table and began to write with a pencil.

Yang Yi smiled lightly, walked to the table, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write with the thin gold body. If you want to install X, use a big one, which impressed Zhao Ji deeply.

Zhao Ji's original intention was to have the waiter move over to the table, so that they could revise it several times and consider it carefully. After all, no matter who loses, there will always be someone who will take the bet.

But the two of them did not stand still at all. The pen was full of dragons and snakes, and it was three-pointed. Obviously, they both had excellent calligraphy.

After a short while, Song Xiuwen swiped it down, put down his pen, and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, Caomin has finished!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Yi, hoping to see a flustered and nervous expression, but Yang Yi was unmoved at all, as if he hadn't heard him, and was still concentrating on writing.

Song Xiuwen sneered in his heart, he was quite confident in his own poem, probably because difficulties can force out a person's potential, he only felt that this was his pinnacle work, and it was impossible to surpass it in the future.

It should be noted that people's energy is limited. Yang Yi has already composed a few good poems. He does not believe that Yang Yi can write poems of the same level as before. Even Su Shi would not dare to say that every one of his poems is excellent, let alone a person who is not even famous. no reader.

After him, Yang Yi made the last stroke, got up slowly, and cupped his hands: "Yang is already well."

Zhao Qianwei moved the lotus step lightly, walked towards Song Xiuwen, and picked up the paper in front of him. Ruowu's aroma hit Song Xiuwen's heart, and greedily glanced at Zhao Qianwei's snow-white neck and good figure. .

Song Xiuwen thought he was secretive, but in fact, Zhao Qianwei saw him.

Zhao Qianwei glanced at him in disgust, pouted her small mouth, and looked at Yang Yi with her big black eyes. She didn't expect that this guy was chatting and laughing with Li Qingzhao.

She stomped her feet lightly, her heart was bitter, her steps quickened, she walked to Zhao Ji in three and two steps, and handed it to him.

Zhao Ji didn't smile, took the paper, glanced at it, and said softly: "Lovesickness is as deep as the ocean, and old things are as far away as the sky. The teardrops are tens of thousands of times, which makes people sad and heartbroken.

If you want to see for no reason, it is hard to fight.If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, it will be re-settled and wished in the next life. "

The voice fell, and the surrounding discussion started. The people present were full of people who read poetry and books, and their appreciation ability was not weak. This poem was already written extremely well. Many people thought to themselves that they would not be able to write such a poem. word.

Li Qingzhao said in a low voice, "The whole word is like the water of the Yangtze River. It goes away in a first-class manner and never looks back. The writing has been exhausted, and the thoughts are hard to stop. This is a good word made by Song Xiuwen."

The words are quite admirable, and it is obviously also a high evaluation of the first word.

Yang Yi chuckled: "Qingzhao sister thinks I will lose?"

Li Qingzhao shook his head and said, "Although you won't show me the words, it's not easy for Song Xiuwen to beat you."

Yang Yi smiled and didn't answer.

Zhao Ji said in admiration, "It's really a good word, and there are indeed many talented people in the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Qianwei walked up to Yang Yi, lifted the white paper, took away the words he wrote, and glared at Yang Yi before leaving.

Yang Yi was at a loss, and didn't know what was going on with this girl.

Zhao Ji took the paper and was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, because he saw a kind of calligraphy that he had never heard of before.

The font in front of him seemed to have a fatal attraction to him, he pondered for a long time, until Zhao Qianwei couldn't help coughing a few times to remind him.

Zhao Ji just woke up like a dream. For a person who is obsessed with calligraphy, such a brand-new calligraphy makes him addicted.

He couldn't help but ask, "Yang Yi, where did you learn this calligraphy from?"

Yang Yi's face was respectful, and he cupped his hands: "This is something that Caomin figured out blindly, and it's called the Thin Gold Body."

Zhao Ji's face was complicated, and he had the urge to hammer him.

He took a deep breath and decided to ignore Yang Yi for the time being and appreciate the words carefully.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji was completely attracted. It was extremely rare for him to lose his temper twice in a row.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "This word has been famous for thousands of years."

Song Xiuwen's face was ashen, even Zhao Ji said so, is it really that good?

The people around were looking forward to it, as if their hearts were scratched by a monkey, and even the officials were shocked by what the words looked like.

Zhao Ji handed the words to Zhao Qianwei and said, "Come and read it."

After speaking, he sighed, his eyes were deep, and he fell into memory.

Zhao Qianwei opened her cherry lips lightly, and said slowly, "Yichou was traveling at a young age, and the goose catcher said, "Once you catch a wild goose today, kill it.Those who escaped the net cried out that they could not go, and they threw themselves to the ground and died. "Yu Yin bought it, buried it on the Bian River, built a stone for knowledge, and called it "Yanqiu".

Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death together?

There are two flying passengers from the north to the south, and the old wings return to the cold and heat a few times.

Have fun, parting hard, you will be more idiots.

What you should say:

To whom is the shadow of thousands of miles of stratus clouds and thousands of mountains and misty snow?

Hengfen Road, the loneliness of Xiaogu, the wasteful smoke is still calm.

Why is it time to call upon the soul? The mountain ghost cries secretly.

The sky is also jealous, and the Yinger swallows are all loess.

For thousands of years, in order to keep the Sao people, they sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. "