The more talent you are, the more you see through the illusion of the world.

Li Qingming was the biggest talented woman in the field and responded the fastest. When he heard these last two sentences, he suddenly fell into silence, and his pair of beautiful eyes were slightly red.

The noble queens at the poetry meeting also fell into silence.

If the first few sentences are wonderful words, these last two sentences are simply the finishing touch and even better.

Stones are turned into mud and crushed into dust... No matter what kind of beauty you are, even if you reach the realm of true immortals, it will be just dust after a thousand years. "At that time, the jade body turned into a beautiful bone, it was ridiculous today to compete for spring." What kind of poetry and lyrics are just a dream in Nan Ke.

Even if Li Qingming, a talented woman who is very likely to become a talented person and will become an extraordinary saint in the future, she will not be able to escape the final arrangement of fate.

This sentence can be said to be full of prosperity, shaking off the desolation, hitting the nail on the head and thought-provoking. The style of the whole poem suddenly rises, but it is too real and too ruthless.

But the next sentence, "Only the fragrance remains the same", gives people unlimited hope. It turns out that spring has passed and winter has come for thousands of years. Even if people are gone, they still have romantic feelings. The faint fragrance in the word has been passed down forever and will never die in time!

Only the power of poetry can break the cruelty of reality and the ruthlessness of time, and only a talented man like Bao Dalang can use wonderful poems to touch the moods of countless people.

"Only the fragrance remains the same..."

Li Qingming murmured and repeated this sentence in his heart, and he didn't know how many times he had, and his eyes were filled with wine and became brighter and brighter. "After today's poetry meeting, this poem will be passed down all over the world, and then I don't know how many women will have another Bao Dalang in their hearts.

I, Li Qingming, have always been careless and arrogant when encountering things. Since I meet such a good man, how can I stay in the forefront!"

He made up his mind and gently approached Bao Zheng, smiling and said, "Mr. Bao is a good word, but I don't know what the name of such a good word is?"

"Ying Plum."

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "Although plums were born in winter, they were the first to spring flowers. They dissipated a line of spring fragrance in the cold winter, which can be said to be a unique line of spring scenery."

"Okay! OK! OK! Good! Good one chants the plum blossoms, and the other embraces the spring scenery alone!"

King Zhao Shengyi praised the festival: "Brother, according to my brother, today's male and female poets should have no objection. The poets among women are naturally Su An's lay Buddhists. But the poets among men must be well deserved?"

As soon as this statement came out, the noble queen grandsons in the field nodded one after another. These phoenix and dragon grandsons are usually extremely proud, but in the face of top poems, they were still deeply shocked by the power of words, and no one would be dissatisfied with Bao Zheng and Li Qingming.

Although the prince Zhao Mian was unwilling to accept it, he had to nod and said, "The emperor said, today's poet should be Lord Bao and Mr. Su'an.

Today, the poems that everyone writes will be collected into a book and spread throughout the world. The works of the two poets will be published on the homepage and are famous for their literary works.

In addition, the two poets will have the right to make a request. As long as the person who participates in today's poetry meeting and is capable of completing it, it does not violate national laws and morals, he must do his best.

Lord Bao, Su An, do you two have any requests to come up with?"

Bao Zheng felt aroused in his heart and looked at the prince and Shengwang, saying, "Since that's the case, Bao Zheng has a request, but this matter is not convenient to be raised in public. I will discuss with Shengwang in the future, and most of the time I will ask the prince to help."

"Oh? Then the lonely family is waiting for Lord Bao."

The prince Zhao Mian was suspicious, but did not ask, his father practiced martial arts, and he did not become a martial saint, and he lived a life of mortals. Now his health is getting worse day by day. Sooner or later, he will have to supervise the country for his father, so he still needs this calmness.

No matter how curious I am, I must look very cunning on the surface.

Li Qingming looked at Bao Zheng and suddenly laughed: "Your Highness, my request...oh! Now, Su An doesn't care about everyone laughing at me. I've been very unlucky recently. I...I lost the house..."

What!

The venue suddenly became silent, and the noble queen grandchildren looked at Li Qingming blankly, thinking good guy, I just said good guy.

A dignified third-rank scholar, the number one talented woman in Dagen, how many scholars have dreamed of her... she actually lost the house?

Is this a bit weird?

Zhao Mian looked at Li Qingming with amusement and tears: "Su'an, this is just a trivial matter, why do you have to say it out in public?

Who is so bold that he dares to win your house... No, Gu means that if you have nowhere to live, Gu can arrange a quiet place for you..."

Before Li Qingming could reply, a prince of the Wang family shouted: "How can the prince be bothered at this time? The ministers have an empty house, which is also in the capital..."

Suddenly, seeing that the prince looked bad, the prince shrank his head and didn't dare to say anything anymore. Everyone next to him looked at him with a look of Sabi.

"Su Anxin took over the good intentions of the prince."

Li Qingming shook his head at the prince, looked at Bao Zheng with a smile and said, "Mr. Bao, the prince said just now, I, the female poet, are like an adult, can you make a request to the participants in the poetry meeting on site?"

Bao Zheng frowned, with a bad premonition: "That's right, that's what the prince said."

"As long as the request I made does not violate national laws and morality, the other party will do its best?"

Bao Zheng sighed inwardly: "If you have something to say, please tell me. Why bother to go around in circles?"

"Hehe, then I'll just say it."

Li Qingming ignored the prince Zhao Mian, who looked surprised and everyone at the meeting, as if there was only Bao Zheng in his eyes at the moment, and said softly: "Su'an heard that Lord Bao's residence is quiet and quiet in the city, and is cleansed in the world without any stain. It is a quiet and spiritual fortune...

Su An now has no house, he is just a poor and homeless person. If you want to live in the adult's house for a while, the adult should not refuse, right?

Don’t worry, Lord Bao, I’m not a person who eats free food. I can not only make poetry, write articles, but also cook and wash clothes. But the food is not very delicious, and sometimes I can even eat it. But it doesn’t matter. I can learn it..."

"Su'an, how can this be done!"

When the prince Zhao Mian heard this, he was anxious: "You are not married yet, and Lord Bao has not married yet. Isn't it a bad reputation for your living in Lord Bao's mansion?"

"Your Highness is not saying this. My Da Gen style is open and I never stick to the rules. I, Li Qingming, are never afraid of rumors.

What's more, if he has not married and I have not married, how can he lose his reputation? If His Royal Highness arranged a residence for me, that would be a loss of reputation..."

Li Qingming spoke to the prince, but his wonderful eyes looked at Bao Zheng without blinking: "Mr. Bao, are you right?"

Bao Zheng shook his head and said, "Everyone said that you have excellent gambling skills. I don't believe you really lost the house."

"Hehe, you have to believe it if you don't."

Li Qingming smiled and said, "Anyway, Su An is homeless now. Do you have the nerve to ignore it? You can't refuse the rules of the Poetry Club."

"you......"

Bao Zheng was about to speak when he suddenly heard a drought thunder suddenly sounded in the northwest direction, and the noble queen grandson at the meeting exclaimed.
Chapter completed!