Ye Chunqiu bowed to Wang Hua: "Mr. Teacher, the student wants to give it a try."

Ye Chunqiu's words were like throwing a small stone in a lake, which immediately caused ripples in the rippling lake water.

Wang Hua looked at Ye Chunqiu in shock. Even when this young man was at his despair, he still looked gentle and elegant, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Wang Hua felt a little angry. This is the emperor who is not anxious to kill the eunuch. You will definitely lose this situation. I am worried about you and will tear off my old face in public. You are so good, but you are still so unsalable. I usually think that a young man like you is so slight and still appreciates it. Today, Wang Hua wishes to hang Ye Chunqiu on the tree immediately and beat him up first.

But when Ye Chunqiu said this, Mr. Lu Ming laughed: "Oh, Chunqiu is a child prodigy. I forgot that, maybe it can really make a big splash. I will wait and see."

Wait and see? But this kid doesn't know how to stop when he sees it, but instead goes to humiliate himself. In order to sequel this humiliating inscription, I have collected a lot of information, studied how many versions, and finally sorted it out and made a sequel. I don't know how much effort it took between every word and line. Can you, kid, write a better sequel between the thoughts?

Ye Chunqiu's lips curled up slightly. He walked to the long desk, spread out a piece of paper, pinched the wolf-brush pen used by Mr. Lu Ming, and just pondered for a moment. When his wrist moved, the small calligraphy with Wang's style fell on the paper. He focused his writing and did not interfere with the external office. Although many people began to ridicule, he felt that Ye Jieyuan was indeed very talented, but he was overestimated. There were no sequels in the world that were very successful. How could anyone imitate the temperament of the great writer Liu Yuxi? Besides, there was no such good connection between the above and the following? Mr. Lu Ming had been studying for so many years and had just come up with such a "perfect" sequel. Why should you, Ye Chunqiu, try it?

But... Ye Chunqiu turned a blind eye to his ears, and his eyes were only on the tip of his pen, not caring about those hateful and worried faces. The appearance of sentient beings had nothing to do with him; slander and care did not disturb his heart at this moment. He just started writing, stroke by stroke, as if he was learning a sword, everything in his heart turned into small characters in his pen.

Huh... At this time, he seemed to feel some of Liu Yuxi's mood. In this world, who knows the great writer better than himself? Ye Chunqiu didn't know if the second half of the humble room inscription was a sequel to later generations, or the authentic works excavated from archaeology. He only knew that it was a masterpiece and must be taken seriously.

Then, he put the pen, carefully dried the ink traces, and gave them to Wang Hua's hands: "Please taste it by your mentor."

Wang Hua was still anxious. Ye Chunqiu was too young and a newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger. If he lost, he would lose. But he would still have to bear it to the end. He just sighed in his heart, but when his eyes fell on those lines of small calligraphy, his eyes were straight.

His lips were whispering softly, as if he was muttering something, and finally his body shook and he remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Mr. Lu Ming spoke sarcastically and said, "Chunqiu is indeed a magical power. Liu Yuxi's masterpiece can also be produced in one go. Oh, Chunqiu is a high disciple of Wangbutang. Wangbutang is a top scholar, an emperor's teacher, and a famous teacher produces a high disciple. However, since it is a gambling battle, in order to show justice, why not ask the prince to read it out so that I can open my eyes."

A person who becomes shameless can do this. His sarcastic sarcasm was determined to die until he achieved his goal.

Wang Hua took a deep breath and he slowly recited: "The mountain is not high, but the immortals are famous; the water is not deep, but the dragons are spiritual; this is a humble room, but my virtue is full!"

Everyone was focused, but they probably didn't agree with it.

But Wang Hua said again: "The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass color enters the curtain..."

This sentence... there seems to be no trace of the turning point, and it has a high attainment, but it is still a little flat, just to describe the scene of this humble room.

It was like a shocking statement at the beginning, especially the description of the words "If there is an immortal, you will be a name and if there is a dragon, you will be a spirit." But suddenly I returned to the humble room. The steps were covered with moss, and the target was a piece of weed.

Mr. Minglu still sneered, it seemed pretty good. Ye Chunqiu is still very talented, but... it's just that.

Wang Hua said again: "There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in the relationship."

This sentence...

Mr. Minglu frowned.

Compared with the previous description of the humble room, there are great scholars in talking and laughing, but no white dicks in the conversation, but they suddenly start to rise. Although they are in a humble room, the people entering and leaving the humble room are all elegant people. This strong contrast suddenly makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"Okay." The crowd couldn't help but cheer. Using the comparison between moss and grass and the great scholars does have a meaning of a magical stroke.

Wang Hua also said: "You can adjust the zither and read the golden scriptures, without any disturbances of silk and bamboo, and without any fatigue of desks."

This sentence makes people feel silent again. Although this sentence is low and does not intentionally raise it, it has a strong sense of picture. There is only Suqin and Jin Jing in front of you, but there are no worries from the world. This is probably the case with famous scholars in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

"Zhuge Lu, Nanyang, Ziyunting, Western Shu."

The analogy begins. This is the most commonly used grammar, but with the preparation of Su Qin and Jin Jing in the previous chapter, this method of comparing Guan Zhong is often disgusted. After all, any author always talks about how good he is, which is quite annoying, but here, there is nothing inconsistent.

The whole text... all has a feeling of relaxation and joy.

It was obviously very ordinary words, and they were organized together...Mr. Minglu's body suddenly shook.

He finally realized something. The text of this sequel is not as beautiful as his sequel, nor does it have the words that constantly rattles Gauss and is a humble room. Everyone fell into a vicious circle and thought that since the previous article was Weiwu Dexin, it should have written articles around Weiwu Dexin.

But... in the lower half of Ye Chunqiu, there is no so-called virtue and heart, but only a kind of relaxed and lively, a kind of tranquility beauty in a humble room. But that's exactly the case, isn't it the so-called sense of déjà that only my virtue and heart? Isn't that feeling of being content with poverty and enjoying the way the world is the greatest virtue?

This relaxed and lively life, this elegant life in the humble room, is more convincing than thousands of words.

Everyone is crazy.

It seems that this is exactly the case with this second half, as if Liu Yuxi was alive, his writing must be this sequel, seamless and natural.
Chapter completed!