The trees are full of red, and the branches are full of red.
When will it bear fruit for a thousand years? It will be the creation of the world.
In March, peach blossoms are pink and rosy. There are few peach gardens in Yangzhou City, but there are a few branches in the courtyards of some people. The pink and white petals are like a girl wearing red makeup, charming and beautiful.
The scorching wind in the backyard of Qin Mansion blew away the peach blossoms in the courtyard, and the star-like rain of petals swayed in the sword wind with bursts of fragrance.
The woman in white kept changing her tall posture in the flow of sword light. It is better to say that she is dancing than practicing sword. She is like a silver snake around the branch. The yin and yang of the hand and the back are combined, the sword tip is hidden, and the murderous intent is invisible.
The silver dress hides the edge and breaks the thousand pounds, and the three thousand flying flowers devour the souls.
Yin and yang are both mutually exclusive and compatible, and they are transformed into a snake without form.
The dance of the silver snake has frightened so many men.
"Miss...Miss..."
Xiaoyue suddenly rushed into the yard. The sword intent coming towards her frightened the little girl so much that she pressed herself against the wall and dared not move.
Qin Huairou put away the sword, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the sweat on her forehead flashed in the sun. She frowned and glanced at Xiaoyue: "How many times have I told you to call me Madam!"
"Oh..." Xiaoyue pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, "Madam, why do you still have the mind to practice sword here? That Wan...son-in-law doesn't know what he is doing. How can he make 10,000 taels of gold in three days? Madam, do you want him to bring gold or not..."
"Don't say it! I believe he will fulfill his promise!"
"But Madam..."
"Go out, I want to practice sword."
Xiaoyue left, and Qin Huairou started again. She had practiced this set of Bingxin Sword Technique for ten years, and she knew every move by heart.
For some reason, there was a deviation in the first move of raising the sword this time.
Practicing martial arts is like playing chess. If you make a mistake, you will make all the mistakes. The same moves as before, but the artistic conception is completely gone. This Bingxin Sword Technique relies on "heart as hard as ice". The slightest fluctuation of the mind will be reflected in the sword moves.
Some things are no longer something you can pretend not to think about.
"Clang!"
The sword fell to the ground. Qin Huairou stared blankly at the peach branch sticking out of the corner of the wall, and his vision gradually became blurred.
I don't know what the heartless person is thinking?
The three-day deadline will be tomorrow. There is not even a message. How can people put their minds at ease?
Besides, how easy is it to raise 10,000 gold in three days?
After being stunned for a long time, Qin Huairou seemed to have made a decision. She jumped to the top of the wall. Her direction was the Qin family ancestral temple!
...
Some people shed tears for him, but he was still being talked about by everyone in the flower building.
Is he Xia Shang or Xia Chunqiu?
"I am Xia Chunqiu, a Beijinger. I heard that Yangzhou has beautiful mountains and rivers, so I came here to play. I am not the Xia Shang you are talking about."
Xia Shang stood up amid the discussion. He did not want to reveal his identity because Xia Shang's identity was too harsh and the purpose of this trip was to get information, so it was better to hide his identity.
Fortunately, although Xia Shang's name is famous, there are very few people who have really seen Xia Shang.
Of course, Ouyang Changhao is a special case.
This guy has been pursuing Qin Huairou for five years. Once upon a time, he was a frequent visitor to the Qin family, and Qin Huairou was also quite fond of him.
At that time, Ouyang Changhao treated Qin Huairou as his woman. Who would have thought that Xia Shang would come out halfway and snatch his lover away at lightning speed!
Because of this, Ouyang Changhao almost fought with Xia Shang. How could he not be familiar with Xia Shang's appearance and voice?
Obviously he is Xia Shang, but he calls himself Xia Chunqiu!
"Xia Shang! Stop playing tricks here!"
How can a small fry influence Xia Shang's aura?
Looking at Ouyang Changhao, he pretended to be surprised and bowed: "Brother, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding between you and me."
"Misunderstanding?! Okay! Then tell me, did you write the previous poem?"
In Ouyang Changhao's eyes, Xia Shang is a complete second-generation ancestor, good for nothing, let alone a poem, even a sentence can't be explained clearly.
"The poem was definitely not written by Xia."
I didn't expect Xia Shang to admit it so easily, which surprised Ouyang Changhao: "Just admit it!"
Faced with doubts, Xia Shang gestured to the literati in all directions: "The previous poem was just a casual remark by the book boy behind me, don't take it seriously."
"What the hell?!"
"Written by the book boy?"
"Just a casual remark!"
Fuck!
If a book boy from the capital can win the first prize among the literati with a casual remark, then where can the literati in Yangzhou City put their faces? !
No matter if you are Xia Shang or Xia Chunqiu!
Saying this is a naked provocation!
"You, you, you... you are so arrogant. Can a book boy's poems be comparable to ours? You must have used other people's works to deceive us!"
"That's right! Is there anyone else in Yichun Courtyard? Get this villain out!"
I didn't expect the scene to be so chaotic. The girl on the stage was also very distressed. After hesitating for a long time, she said: "Everyone, please be patient. What you said is all speculation. If this Mr. Xia is really a fraud, why don't you let him write another poem now? How about that?"
"Okay! Let's do it!"
"But there must be conditions. He said that a book boy can write such a masterpiece. Isn't he a world-shaking talent? It is estimated that he can write a poem in a cup of tea?"
Writing a poem in a cup of tea? This is already a very difficult thing for everyone present. Under normal circumstances, no one would accept such harsh conditions.
When Xia Shang heard this request, the story of Cao Zhi's seven-step poem came to his mind. I thought that there was probably no place for Cao Zhi in this world, should I imitate the ancient sages and pretend to be cool?
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. At his age, he was really not suitable for doing such boring things.
He shrugged and spread his hands: "Sorry, Xia is afraid that I will disappoint you."
"Ha! As expected!"
"A person who deceives the world and steals reputation."
"A person who seeks fame and reputation."
When Xia Shang said no, everyone present was so happy that they felt as comfortable as rolling on a woman's belly. But before they could laugh out loud, Xia Shang continued:
"Although I can't write poems, I can point out the shortcomings of the previous music played by Miss Xian'er."
Everyone was stunned and thought they had heard it wrong.
"What did you say? Point out the shortcomings of Miss Xian'er?"
This is simply a big joke!
Miss Xian'er's music is obvious to all, and the intoxicated look of everyone just now is still vivid. If there is still a shortcoming, it is simply unforgivable!
"What are those idle old teapots doing standing there? Come over and drag this lunatic out! Don't spoil Miss Xian'er's mood!"
A few old men were busy at the door, and when they heard the shout, they quickly hid the candied fruit in their hands and came over aggressively.
Everyone in the room hated Xia Shang so much that it didn't matter if he was talking nonsense, as long as he didn't make Miss Xian'er angry and leave.
Who knew that Miss Xian'er was not angry, but a pleasant voice came from upstairs: "Stop! Let him talk, Xian'er is all ears."