"Qin Er leaned against the railing in the evening, and the soft branches fell to the green silk lapel. The green water in the pool is so attentive that it does not ripple. I will make a mirror for you and open the makeup pistil.”
The green-robed woman who was kneeling opposite Tang Feng muttered softly.
When Tang Feng was writing in Huyue Restaurant, there was another person writing in the sky.
It was the same poem, but when it was written, it had a completely different artistic conception.
Tang Feng didn't feel ashamed about plagiarism at all.
In any case, he had obtained Li Taibai's permission to borrow these poems.
To be more precise, these poems were originally written by Li Taibai for him.
The incomplete poems were transformed into gorgeous poems after the future Immortal Poet's Spring and Autumn Writing Techniques.
The onlookers were reading the poems written by Tang Feng. Their brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.
"That's right, that's right. Why didn't I think of that?”Someone looked at the second poem and could not help but sigh.
Even the King of Wu, Li Ke, couldn't help but nod when he saw this poem.
Although the completed poem was still incomplete, the artistic conception was already vividly displayed.
Without great talent, it was impossible to make up such beautiful poems.
"Take it away."
When Tang Feng's voice rang out, the two women who had been waiting at the side came forward and took away the silk with the poem written on it on the table and showed it to the side.
This time, there was no pause. The brush in Tang Feng's hand landed on the new silk again.
Strong and powerful words appeared on the new silk.
"The curtain flowers and raindrops sweep away the shade of the bamboo. I feel that life is like a dream, and I don't know how long I can live.”A heavenly voice rang out in Hu Yue Restaurant.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the table in front of Tang Feng.
It was a similar parallel space, but not everything was the same. Everything might be fixed, but there were more variables.
Like this poem, like this person.
Qu Pingyang, who was standing not far away, had an ashen expression.
As for the people around him, they had long forgotten about him.
Qu Pingyang stood in the crowd and looked at the young man who was writing. His heart was filled with shame and anger.
He never expected that this young man from the countryside would have such high attainments in poetry. He also never expected that this young man would have such extraordinary calligraphy.
Shouldn't the people in the countryside be boorish? Why did this young man have such attainments in poetry and calligraphy?
"Take it away."
Tang Feng did not look at Shi Wen again and shouted loudly.
Seeing that he was still continuing, everyone present could not help but suck in a cold breath.
What was he trying to do? Could it be that this live-in son-in-law of Duke Wei's Public House was going to complete the five incomplete poems of Mistress Meng in one go?
Among them, talented scions like Fang Yi 'ai had already completed one or two incomplete poems, but they knew that they could not complete all of them in such a short time.
Under the sky, Li Taibai was drinking wine and splashing ink in his shabby house.
Under the sky of Zhenguan, in Huyue Restaurant, Tang Feng was also writing.
Tang Feng finished the fourth poem almost without any pause.
"The empty gate is silent and my body is light. The stream rain slightly washed away the dust of the guests. Lying on the white clouds, my feelings are not exhausted, let other yellow birds drunk fragrant spring.”
At some point in time, a young man wearing a gray robe and a crown had appeared at the front.
The magnetic male voice replaced the female voice and echoed in Hu Yue Restaurant.
When the same poem was recited by different people, the feeling and the mood were completely different.
"Good poem, good mood, good." After the man finished reading the poem, he couldn't help but sigh.
Tang Feng only raised his head to look at the man before lowering his head again. The brush in his hand landed on the silk again.
"The spring breeze has no feelings, come to the forest garden sooner or later. Don't ask the owner of the peach and plum trees, the wind blows down the red without saying a word.”The man continued to read.
At this moment, everyone present looked at this man with a strange expression.
"This person, doesn't she usually dislike this kind of romantic place? Why is she here today?”someone said in a low voice.
"Who knows."
"Just now, I seemed to have seen Wu Wang. Now that this person is here, this family of two brothers came to visit the brothel together. If His Majesty finds out, I'm afraid he will use the family law again.”someone whispered.
After finishing the last poem, Tang Feng threw the brush in his hand. Then, he picked up the wine pot beside him and took a few more gulps.
Perhaps wine and poetry were a perfect match.
He stood up and looked upstairs, allowing the wine to drip down and wet his clothes.
In the corridor on the second floor.
A woman in a purple dress stood there, looking at him with her bright eyes.
Although he had never seen this woman before, he knew that this woman was the Lady Meng that everyone was talking about.
"I really like these poems that Young Master added. According to the rules I set before, Young Master can come upstairs.”The heavenly voice sounded.
Bright eyes, white teeth, pearl-like skin, a graceful figure, long black hair, and exquisite facial features that made one's hair stand on end. It was likely that any man in the world would be moved by her at a glance.
Seeing this woman, Tang Feng couldn't help but think of Zi Xuan, the descendant of Nüwa in the Legend of the Sword and Fairy.
In a trance, the two figures overlapped and looked so similar.
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