Writing a Poem in Exchange for a Noble Title
Li Er and the others were enjoying their tea.
Looking at Qin Mo's smooth movements of making tea, it was indeed beautiful.
In comparison, brewing tea was indeed unpresentable. To think that they thought brewing tea was an elegant way.
Zhangsun Wuji took a sip of tea and asked casually," Nephew, how are these tea leaves made?”
Although his tone was relaxed, his teacup was tightly clenched. It was obvious that his heart was not as he appeared to be.
Nephew?
Zhangsun Wuji was indeed a sly old man. There was no way he could get the secret method of frying tea.
Li Er and the others also looked at Qin Mo.
Tea leaves were a major commodity of the people. If he could obtain this method, he would definitely be able to obtain great benefits.
If the Zhangsun Clan could obtain this tea making method, the Zhangsun Clan would be able to prosper for a long time.
Qin Mo then started to talk nonsense." If anyone else asked, I definitely wouldn't have told them. It was also Uncle Zhangsun who asked me, so I told him. This tea was given to me by a god in my dream. I took the dew from the willow branch and refined it for 49 days after 81 processes.”
Zhangsun Wuji had originally listened attentively when he heard Qin Mo was willing to tell him the method to make tea. He was prepared to memorize it silently, but Qin Mo was spouting nonsense the moment he opened his mouth. His face was about to turn green.
This Shandong kid was clearly toying with him.
On the surface, his little thoughts were seen through.
Cheng Yaojin laughed out loud." Old man, you want to get a child's secret recipe? How shameless."”
Zhangsun Wuji's old face turned red and he snorted." This old man is a tea lover. What's wrong with asking about the method of making tea?”
These words were like deceiving oneself. Even his brother-in-law, Li Er, had a look of disdain on his face.
Cheng Yaojin smiled and said," Nephew, send me a few catties of these tea leaves later."”
"Shameless old man." Zhangsun Wuji cursed.
However, Cheng Yaojin did not care at all. Instead, he was proud of himself.
"Uncle Zhangsun, do you still want my Dusk Stallion?”Qin Mo asked cutely.
"Cunning child."
Zhangsun Wuji's face darkened. Although his family was rich, he could not be so extravagant. If word got out, others would think that he was a fool.
"Your Majesty, may I know the title of this commoner…" Qin Mo saw that Li Er was enjoying the tea, so he took the opportunity to ask about the title.
"Noble title?" Li Er raised his head, and a proud expression appeared on his heroic face." No."”
Qin Mo was anxious." Your Majesty, you can't go back on your word. You promised me that if I could solve the problem of the hoofs 'wear and tear, I would give it to an earl."”
The title of nobility was a protective talisman. Otherwise, when he walked out, those petty officials would torture him.
Li Er's voice rose." I exchanged the horseshoe for ten thousand strings.”
" F * ck, what a petty guy." Qin Mo couldn't help but complain.
"I don't want the 10,000 strings of commoners, I want the title of nobility.”Qin Mo said.
Li Er was pleased with himself." Ignorant child, you think you can exchange 10,000 strings for a noble title? Aren't you underestimating the noble titles of the imperial court?"”
If 10,000 yuan could be exchanged for a title of nobility, not to mention an earl, even the lowest baron would have people fighting for it.
Old Qin and the others knew that Li Er was teasing Qin Mo and wanted to vent his anger, so they didn't say anything to help. The old cunning guy was gloating.
Looking at Qin Mo's dumbfounded expression, Li Er said," Of course, I can't strip Uncle Bao of his face. How about this? I originally planned to make Lantian your fief. You have to write a poem with the word 'Lantian' in it. If you pass, I'll make you Uncle Lantian. If you can't, go back to where you came from."”
Didn't you say that you read a lot of books? I don't believe that a nine-year-old child like you can compose a poem with the words 'Lantian' in it.
Qin Mo said," Your Majesty, are you serious?”
Li Er said," You're not joking."
"No restrictions? Something like a poem in seven steps?" Qin Mo asked.
Because the old man had been teased by Qin Mo many times, he wanted to take revenge." Your Majesty, since this Shandong kid is so eager, why don't we let him write a poem in seven steps?"”
What a sly old man. He called him nephew when he wanted to get the secret recipe of the tea leaves. Now that he didn't have any benefits, he called him Shandong kid. He was simply a shameless villain.
Li Er said teasingly," Allow!"
Qin Mo stood up and took a step forward.
"One step!" The old man started counting.
Jin Se
There are fifty strings on the brocade zither for no reason, and one string and one column miss Hua Nian.
Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies in his dreams, and the emperor's spring heart entrusted cuckoo.
The moon in the vast sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can wait to be remembered, but at that time it was already lost.
He took four steps and finished reciting the poem.
Li Er and the others were shocked.
"This feeling can be treated as a reminiscence, but I was already lost at that time.”Li Er repeated this sentence repeatedly.
"Did you compose this poem?" Li Er said seriously.
This poem could be said to be a quatrain of the ages. It was unbelievable that a nine-year-old child could compose it.
"Your Majesty, this poem was written by a commoner. In Shandong, everyone calls me the Poet Immortal.”
This poem was written by Li Shangyin, but Li Shangyin had yet to be born, and he had already shamelessly stolen it.
"Immortal Poet, you shameless brat." The cunning old man did not believe him." I'm afraid he stole it from someone else."”
"Duke Zhao, watch your words!" Old Qin said in a deep voice.
If it was Cheng Yaojin, the cunning old man would not care at all, but since Old Qin had spoken, he had to think twice.
But he still didn't believe that this poem was written by Qin Mo, so he said," If you write a poem about spring rain, I will believe you.”
Qin Mo smiled." Listen up.
The rain on the sky street was as moist as crispy cakes, and the grass looked far away but not near.
The most beneficial thing in a year's spring was that it was better than the willows and smoke that filled the wasteland.”
Once this poem was out, no one dared to doubt Qin Mo anymore.
Princess Changle's face was full of admiration." Can Dalang compose a poem about the sea?”
Qin Mo nodded." Yes!"
Hence, everyone looked forward to it.
"O sea, you are all water, O horse, you have four legs; Beauty, you're so beautiful. You actually have a mouth under your nose.”
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
This was the sound of tea spurting out. He had originally prepared to hear Qin Mo say some ancient quatrain, but this was the result.
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