Wang Hua poured the second tea for them, and the little girl spoke: "Wang Hua, what are the sentences in the poem?"

Last time, I knocked on a song "Looking at the Waterfall of Mount Lu" from the flying stream. The little girl got the benefit and started to think of Wang Hua again.

Wang Hua didn't mind, and just used the mouths of these people to spread the genre of the genre. After a look, not only can the article be written in ancient text, but also the poem can be changed and turned into verses. It is also well written, and the effect is not worse than that of poetry.

But he said: "Yes, these three sentences come from three small orders, and they can also be called lyrics and called Yuefu."

After hearing Wang Hua's words, several people's eyes lit up. Yuefu is Yuefu, how come it is Xiaoling, what is also called ci? Let's take a look. But Wang Hua said next to them disappointed them. Wang Hua continued: "But my family is poor, unlike everyone's family background. The boy's family still has to rely on the boy to make a living. Therefore, the first livelihood is. After writing these three new poems, I'm sorry that I don't have time to accompany you."

I also need to hurry up and make lacquerware. Dear young men, do whatever you need. Don’t bother me anymore, and don’t bother me in the future. No matter what minister, poet, or prince you are, I have spent so long with you, and I have already given you great face.

When he was young, Li Longji was definitely a character, and even the disciples of the Wu family were still horned. But Wang Hua's words almost choked into his throat. What are these words? Are we all playboys who rely on the lingering shade of our ancestors? But thinking about it is true that if we change from an angle, we will definitely not be as arrogant as Wang Hua, nor will we live a comfortable life without him.

Liu Youqiu couldn't help pinching his nose. Look at him and see him, in order to be out of the way, he asked to worship others, but he regarded Wang Hou as floating soil. However, Wang Hua would never consider their mood now. Moreover, because the other party was Li Longji, even though he was the future lord, he was even far away from him. He had many years left to be the future lord. If he got too close to him, he might be involved in the vortex of politics, and then he might be pulled outside the Meridian Gate to be killed.

You play this big game, whether it is a soldier, a car or a general, it has nothing to do with me. If I don’t make chess pieces, I won’t even touch the chessboard. This is Wang Hua’s attitude.

As he said that, he stood up and wrote down the three words on paper:

The chrysanthemums are sad, the orchids are weeping, the dew is shining, the silk curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon is not familiar with the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light passes through the red house at dawn.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up the tall building alone, looking at the roads of the world. I wanted to send colorful papers and plains, but the mountains and rivers were wide and where I knew it.

Everyone looked at it and thought that it was indeed very strange, with seven characters and four characters, and five characters. Yuefu is not like Yuefu, and poetry is not like poetry. But it also emphasizes rhyme. However, this strange song writes the pain of lovesickness in a blend of emotions and scenes, meticulous and touching. Especially in the second half, the depressed and tragic meaning is portrayed in a vivid way.

Wang Hua wrote the second poem, which was written by Liu Yong.

Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness blooms in the sky. The grass and smoke are shining in the silence, who can rely on the meaning of the silence?

I want to get drunk with a crazy picture and sing with wine. It is still boring to have a strong joy. I will never regret it when my clothes get looser and become haggard for her.

Everyone frowned again. Although there were still four, five, seven words this time, the layout was different. However, this strange poem seemed to be above the previous one, in terms of realm and grasp of language.

So I watched Wang Hua again and wrote the third poem:

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carries is everywhere. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance overnight.

The moths and willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance. I searched for him for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

This time the layout became even more uneven. However, the few people were stunned and shocked. The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the stars were blowing down, and the stars were like rain. What kind of big sentence is this!

Wang Hua blew the ink traces and said, "If you like it, don't mind the ink traces of your kids, you can give them to you."

"I like it," the little girl grabbed it in her hand, and even the four lines of official script written by Wang Hua did not let go.

Wang Hua did not object, but in front of Li Longji, he began to clean up the teacup on the table. Even the third time the tea was not with him. Let's go, everyone.

Looking at him taking the dignified Linzi King as someone, he swept the floor and went out, even the beads of the father-in-law standing next to him were staring at the beads. This kid wanted to use an adjective later, but he couldn't think of an adjective.

After leaving the door, a father-in-law finally said, "Little Prince, this Wang Hua is too rampant."

"You can't say that," Li Longji replied, saying as he turned his head, looked at He Zhizhang, and said, "It turns out that I thought the character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties was inherited by Mr. He. In fact, this young man is no less than Mr. He in terms of character."

He Zhizhang nodded. He smiled bitterly in his heart, which was more than just as good as me. At least I wouldn't be so arrogant to the King of Linzi. Moreover, when I was thirteen years old, it seemed that he could not be so knowledgeable. More than just! If these poems were really written by Wang Hua, his knowledge would definitely be better than He Zhizhang. However, Wang Hua would not care about these things. He was concerned about his craftsmanship. This made him take it to heart. If these literati knew about Wang Hua's idea, would he be angry to death by Wang Hua? It's hard to say.

But Li Longji said this, which shows that he also admired Wang Hua very much. Of course, this is also the talent of Wang Hua. If a villager is so arrogant to him, the consequences will be different.

He also remembered Wang Hua in his heart. When he returned to the palace, the first thing he did was to report to Wu Zetian that this was not a treacherous minister, but a kind heart, and he didn't want to see Wang Hua buried it. Wu Zetian was also sending people to find Wang Hua. Now Wang Hua is in Luoyang, and the opportunity cannot be missed. And as his grandmother, he asked, Wang Hua would not have to worry about food and clothing. Why do you have to be a lacquer maker, such a low-level job?

Wu Zetian smiled and said happily: "Go and bring the words you collected by your Nine Sister."

Nine Sister refers to Princess Yuzhen, ranking first.

When the little girl heard that it was her grandmother's need, she didn't dare to say anything. When others saw that her grandmother was the most kind, but in Yuzhen's eyes, this grandmother was even more terrifying than a tiger.

After looking at it for a while, Wu Zetian laughed again and said, "It's really weird."

I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but she looked at Li Longji with a look of hope and said, “Sunny, do you want me to help him?”

Li Longji nodded.

"Then you are wrong. This Wang Hua may be more complicated than you think. He is very cautious."

This time I came to Luoyang, but I didn’t even look for the four subordinates he had conquered. How could I be considered to be wary if I didn’t think I was wary?

"Although I haven't seen it, I can also speculate that he has a stubborn temper. Maybe even if I help him, he thinks it's a pity for food, and refuses to eat it, and even goes to Jie Zhitui to hide in the mountains."

No way? Li Longji opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"I don't believe it, you will wait and see soon in the future. But when it hits the south wall, you may turn around."

"Grandma Emperor, is anyone not good for him?"

"Not yet, but it's so easy to live a life of self-admiration in this world?" After Wu Zetian said something that Li Longji didn't understand very much, Wu Zetian's words were actually her experience. At that time, she was also an ignorant little girl. But in order to survive, she finally chose to live with swords and swords every day. She said again: "Don't worry, I have my own peace in this matter."

But he turned his head and asked again, "How is that guy talent?"

It was a lot of rumor outside, and Wu Zetian was also very curious.

Li Longji replied honestly: "I am not as good as the brothers Zhang Jun, but this kid has a good temperament and he has a slight fairy spirit."

This is what you can't get is a good thing. At least Li Longji's desire to possess is not as serious as Wu Zetian. In addition, Wang Hua's talent really made him feel this way.

"Wow, Sanlang, are you saying true or false?" Hearing this fun thing, a large group of princesses and princesses came to this time. Li Long was basically talented and knowledgeable, but even exhaled the fairy spirit from his mouth, which showed the temperament of this young man.
Chapter completed!