Before Wenqu Yubi.

Thousands of literati's eyes were focused on Zhao Hao.

With the title of "Tao", many people have made many excellent works, and some of them have beautiful artistic conceptions.

Zhao Hao just glanced at it briefly and engraved all the poems on the jade bi into his mind.

I have to say that the quality of the poems participating in this topic is unexpectedly high.

Because there are so many ideas about "peach".

If you have peaches and plums, you will encourage yourself without saying anything, and you will be able to form a path underneath.

There are also many students all over the world to praise the ethics of teachers.

You can also write wedding greetings.

In short, the degree of freedom is quite high, and the works that have emerged are also relatively excellent. Although most of them are not as good as the realm of perfection, it can also be said that the works are everywhere...

Everyone has reached a consensus that if Zhao Hao wants to win the championship, he must come up with a poem that can hit people's hearts.

For example, the previous two times "Jiang Chengzi" and "Ranger".

But when it comes to thinking about it carefully, Zhao Hao seems to have always been disappointing in the matter of disappointing people.

It's like this person has never performed abnormally.

So no one has come to the literary meeting with the mentality of watching Zhao Hao jokes, because it is just to cause trouble for himself.

They only have one sentence in their minds now:

Watch Zhao Hao's performance and watch Zhao Hao's performance.

The only thing I am curious about is what angle will Zhao Hao write about "Tao" from this time.

Fairy Langhuan also looked at Zhao Hao curiously.

According to Zhao Hao, his poems this time will be an invitation from him to join his team, and he will make her flirt with her.

But she knew very well that this was an excuse for Zhao Hao to delay time, and it was a pretty lame excuse.

Because he was not willing to even give his acting skills when he was talking nonsense, he was just like reciting lines from beginning to end, but he just happened to bump into him and didn't want to take Qin Mo over early.

So, she didn't expect this to be a love poem.

But she still wrote "Tao" from a novel perspective for Zhao Hao's poem.

Under her attention, Zhao Hao picked up his pen and put it in ink.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohuawu. Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for wine money."

As soon as these four lines of poetry were released, everyone was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, he actually outlined a picture of leisurely and leisurely.

In a paradise, there is a peach blossom immortal living in ten miles.

If it is just like this, it can only be said to be a good landscape.

But in the end, the peach blossom fairy actually picked peach blossoms and exchanged for wine money, and the picture became vivid in an instant.

Fairy Langhuan's eyes lit up. When she saw the second sentence "Peach Blossom Fairy", she was still a little curious. One Zhao Hao really wanted to write a love poem for herself.

However, when I saw planting peach trees and changing the money for wine, I realized that this person was not me.

Fairy Langhuan has always regarded "fortune to become a saint" as her ultimate goal in life. She has been busy all her life. How could she live in seclusion in Taoyuan and live such a life where she has to pick peach blossoms for wine money?

But it was this kind of life that made her feel a little longing.

If one day he becomes saint, he might be able to give it a try.

Because... she doesn't know what to do after becoming a sanctified.

She couldn't help but focus on the jade pen in Zhao Hao's hand, wanting to see what Zhao Hao will write next.

Zhao Hao continued to waving his jade pen.

"I just come to sit in front of the flowers when I wake up, but I still come to sleep under the flowers when I wake up. I half awake and half drunk day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year."

Wake up and sit in front of the flowers.

Drunk and sleep under the flowers.

It's a day like a god.

The literati present also struggled in the world of fame and fortune, and they all yearned for it.

But this kind of life... can be lived when I am drunk, but who can live after I wake up?

They all have a premonition that Zhao Hao is about to gain value.

really.

"I hope I will die of old age and not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

Those who are rich in carriages and horses are rich in value, while those who are poor in wine and flowers are poor in branches.

If you compare the rich and the poor, one is on the plain and the other is on the sky.

If you compare flowers and wine with carriages, he will drive me to freely."

I only wish to die of old age and peach blossoms, but I am not willing to humble myself to pursue the door of wealth and honor. Even if these powerful families have fun of carriages and horses, they are hardworking and worried all day long, and they are better at being free from money and power with wine and painting branches.

Wealth and self-satisfaction, everyone will get what they need.

But I would rather choose to be content.

The attitude towards life was clearly shown.

But most people don’t understand and even want to mock Zhao Hao.

Are you the grandson of Duke Zhenguo of Huangguo and the husband of the emperor's favorite princess, tell me this?

However, Ning Wanli looked at him more. She clearly knew how dangerous the Huang Kingdom is now.

She didn't know if Zhao Hao really wanted to live such a life.

But she knew that Zhao Hao might have been inseparable from this kind of life in this life.

He was born in the Zhao family, just like he was born in the royal family. When he was born, everything he had to do was decided.

This is fate!

No one can disobey.

If she could really change, she would rather be the daughter of an ordinary Iron family, accompanying Nu Hong every day and night.

She also yearns for such a life, but now she has been disturbed by the world of fame and fortune, how can she get out easily?

only……

Ning Wanli frowned slightly. She liked this poem very much, but if it ended like this, it might almost taste.

It seems that although the layers of ripples on the lake surface are getting bigger and bigger, they have never reached the point of swelling.

To really make people feel heart-warming, Zhao Hao may also need an ending that can promote the artistic conception of the whole poem.

Under her gaze, Zhao Hao wrote another sentence downward.

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me for not seeing through."

Seeing this sentence, Ning Wanli's eyes lit up and couldn't help but chant: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for being unable to see through!"

If only one person in this world can understand Zhao Hao.

Then Ning Wanli thinks that this person must be herself.

Since that day when she went to Huangguo to marry, she has seen through Zhao Hao's original appearance and naturally knows how hard he has worked.

Crazy, everyone thinks he is a playboy.

The person in the poem is unintentional to fame and fortune, is obsessed with the countryside, laughing at others when they cannot see through it, and is free and easy.

But Zhao Hao, who wrote poetry, was in another extreme situation.

The more free and easy the person in the poem, the more distressing he feels when writing poems.

Seeing this, Ning Wanli's nose was already a little sore.

She suddenly realized that the Zhao family was embarrassed in the Huangguo country. Isn’t it embarrassing to come to Qi Kingdom?

Even when they first arrived, they had a common enemy of the tribute sect. After solving the tribute sect, they just walked the path they had walked in the deserted country again, and no one could tolerate them.

After figuring this out, she suddenly felt that Zhao Hao was not that hateful.

It is right not to come to Qi State.

This poem was pushed into a new artistic conception by this sentence.

At this time, Zhao Hao also wrote the last line of poem.

"I didn't see the tombs of heroes from Wuling, and I could make fields without flowers or wine!"

Those wealthy and nobles were indeed glorious, but except for those who were truly famous in history, most of them were still submerged in the long river of history?

Their tombs were hoeed into fields without wine or flowers.
To be continued...