webnovel Chapter 186
Chapter 186
Chapter 190 . Chapter 190
“Yun Xiang Yi Chang Hua Xiangrong.”
Just one sentence, leaving Co Minh Nguyet dumbfounded.
She has a pair of eyes that contain tenderness, like water, so intense that they almost want to accumulate. What a beautiful poem!
Clouds want to become a dress, flowers want to be a face. What kind of woman is this?
Heaven and earth share love, all things love, but in the middle of the sky, Yun Duo, and the earth above the flower, all earnestly wish to come close to a verse with her, but it’s like expressing everything. beauty of the last part.
If someone is watching from the outside, of course, they will also be immersed in this sentence inside. What’s more, this poem is still written by Co Minh Nguyet.
“Dear Diep, is this writing poetry for me?”
She lightly bit her lip, two small hands clutching the corner of her shirt, her eyes full of anticipation. So beautiful, so beautiful.
Just this sentence, to make her feel worthwhile.
Even if no one else saw her face in this life, that would be nothing, she didn’t care about other people’s ideas, she just wanted to make Ye Ning look at her.
“Write poetry, ha ha ha, then write poetry.”
Diep Ninh is also not poetic.
I just didn’t think of how to describe Co Minh Nguyet’s beauty, so I put down my pen to write. Now say a sentence, the remaining words have also been used to the throat next to him. If that’s the case, it’s not even like actually writing it down.
Borrow alcohol, borrow this to make him actBecause of the loose atmosphere, he wobbled and stood up, looking up at the sky.
“Pen coming!”
Voices fell, Heaven and Earth seemed to have a feeling. Van Qi boils, hovers and rises.
It didn’t take long, of course, to condense out a transparent brush, falling into Ye Ning’s hand. He drank the wine in one gulp, picked up the brush, and was slightly sticky in the pond of Hua Qing.
The other transparent see the bottom of the pond water, of course really colored ink. When the brush is picked up, there is still an accumulation of the water level falling.
This is also an optional dharma language.
When Diep Ninh thought to write poetry at 823, even the heavens were willing to cooperate with him, Van Qi made a pen, and the pond water changed the water level. He used heaven for paper and sketched in the void.
Drafting literature is also writing a beautiful verse.
“Yun Xiang Yi Chang Hua Xiangrong.”
By this time it was night, the early cloud had been infected with black, it was not very clear.
But as soon as Diep Ning put his pen, a streak of light appeared in the sky in the middle.
Radiating an aura of five colors, a Dou Dau Van child gathered, the appearance of the city was the brightest, Cai Y.
Around the Thanh Tri flower, the trees in the forest, on the green stone plate, the pond water close to the border, all bloomed with a beautiful and wet flower.
The flower is healthy and mature, looks like it is young and smooth, but in fact it is also very strong and firmly attached to the top of the green stone, broken brick, jostling to display with the beautiful self.
The great earth above, the scent of flowers on all sides. The sky is in the middle, the clouds are bright. This scene, watch Co Minh Nguyet dumbfounded.
Wen Qi continued to evolve, and in the air tied around a beautiful woman came. Co Minh Nguyet’s smile suddenly turned red.
This girl, isn’t she?
In her picture, wearing a cloud, she turned into Nghe Thuong Vu Y, standing in a piece in a sea of flowers, so beautifuln indescribable.
“Spring Feng Shuttles the Road of Flowers.”
Ye Ning shot out wildly, his footsteps were frivolous, but literature did not stop. At this moment, he is like Li Taibai’s father.
That one is a genius who uses literature to shake the thousands of years of romantic talent, is in a different world, using his own method, to perform with his own genius.
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Co Minh Nguyet’s beauty is like a warm spring breeze blowing under the peony tree. That beautiful appearance Wen Qi suddenly came back to life.
In the sea of flowers, smiling.
This smile, carrying a natural aristocracy.
It’s like a moment of grasping and Co Minh Nguyet’s fate. Heaven is beautiful, humanity is rich and beautiful!
Even Ji Mingyue herself felt that she had never been surprised before.
“Am I really that pretty?”
In a short time, she herself fell in love with hammocks.
After all, she is really beautiful to this extent, it is still Diep Ninh who entrusted her with the new charm under the pen. Again, let her, beautiful, even herself feel strange.
At the same time, there was a sweet taste in her heart, like an erupting volcano. Diep Ninh writes poetry for me!
Stupid girl thinking.
Never thought that one day, suddenly, Diep Ninh would write poetry for her.
Not only writing poetry, but also making it so beautiful, this poem has just come out, the rest from the beauty inside, all of them have lost their beauty.
Literary talent poured out.
He leapt straight forward with his spear, as if he wanted to compete with that Minhyue for the same height and low. Many people raised their heads and seemed to see two moons.
A bright moon hangs high, cold and gentle.
The other is completely condensed literary talent, and the sky in the middle radiates to the whole region.
“Who is talented, of course can comeat this level?”
“Literary talent has changed Minh Nguyet, is it possible that the world has spread the word to ask questions like that?”
“Oh my god, that’s really a big thing for me Van Dan!”
Outside the palace, many great ministers ate and drank and talked about heaven and earth. But at this moment, everyone stopped moving in their hands. They looked up at the sky.
It’s like seeing Mythology.
What kind of person, ingenuity can reach this level? Look up, definitely look up!
“Hurry to find this human!”
The big grapes are crazy.
So noisy, how can they be absent from the meeting? Of course, it’s a kind of madness to find.
But in Hoa Thanh next to the pond above.
Ye Ning’s footsteps became more and more frivolous, from time to time the whole person liked to move, almost slipped and fell into the water. Fortunately, Co Minh Nguyet pulled back.
Then their eyes met.
Co Minh Nguyet shyly lowered her head. Diep Ning was moved in his heart.
Especially the one who just bowed his head gently like a lotus flower, unable to beat the cold wind, shy at this moment, Co Minh Nguyet, so beautiful that people lost their colors.
Diep Ninh suddenly felt that this poem could be written.
In this world, except Co Minh Nguyet, who can be worthy of this poem? Thinking of this, he continued to put pen to paper, and finished writing the last two sentences.
“Ruo Fei Quan Ngoc Son Dau Kien, Tuong Dao Dai Nguyet Ha Phung Guild!”
If it wasn’t for the Jade Fairy on the mountain (talented) to be able to see the Fairy Adventurer, it was definitely only in Dao Dai under the moonlight that one could meet the Fairy Goddess. This is beautiful, long ago not a human being.
If it is not a mortal fairy, how can it be explained?
In the end, after two sentences were written, the black stains had not yet dried up, and at this moment, all of them were exposed and absorbed into the gut.smell. Wearing incense, spread throughout the entire palace.
Little cup. Little cup.
The ink strokes in the text flow downhill, a little bit of the mark falls down.
Hoa Thanh Tri’s beauty, getting darker and darker, getting darker and darker, and finally, completely turned into black tri. And that letter by letter, is like a elf, already has a life.
They flew, surrounding Co Minh Nguyet happily dancing. This kind of dance, also infected Co Minh Nguyet.
She spread her arms, walking around in place.
Wen Qi Chu tied the beautiful woman around and did the same movements as her. One in the sky, one on the earth, just created a real response.
At this moment, at least four or five types of anomalies appeared at the same time. But Diep Ninh and Co Minh Nguyet did not pay attention.
Co Minh Nguyet was completely immersed in joy.
This is a poem by Ye Ning, so that she has never been infatuated. And Diep Ning is completely drunk.
The strong position on the ground lies one, into the word “Great”. Before long, snoring sounded like thunder.
“It’s the direction of Hua Qingzhi!”
“I can smell the scent!”
“Go, go take a look.”
The great grapes at this time, sensitively detect the root cause. The large army rushed in vainly.
Secretly observing Khuong Thanh Uyen naturally made a reaction, her body flashed, and walked to Co Minh Nguyet’s side.
“Your Majesty, it is necessary to go.”
Co Minh Nguyet immediately sobered up.
She lowered her head, glanced at Diep Ning, who was fast asleep, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. This is funny, absolutely not complicated, it is the purest joy.
“King Di, can you see?”
she asked.
“What ?”
Khuong Thanh Uyen looked up.
“He asked me to write a poem, this poem is so beautiful, so beautiful!”
Co Minh Nguyet looked at the naughty people in the group’s letters.
Then they seemed to agree, and flew againcame back and was in midair, forming this one song “Thanh Binh thing”. Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is a fairy sound coming, it is like a fairy, singing in the heavens.
She sings, is this player “Thanh Binh thing”.
“Thanh Binh thing” is the standard of Yue Fu poetry. Musical features poetry, that is can sing out.
As soon as Khuong Thanh Uyen heard it, it was indeed a drug, she looked up at the sky to arrange the text a little, and her eyes were like that for a moment, lost in thought. Of course it’s beautiful.
But it’s true that you should leave.
Khuong Thanh Uyen brought Co Minh Nguyet and quickly left the scene. The front foot has just walked, the hind leg of the great grapes leads the courtiers. In front of them, the eyelids are naturally in the sky.
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We couldn’t help but stand up whispering.
Then there was a huge attack.
“What a beautiful poem!”
“This poem is like writing a woman.”
“But is the world so beautiful?”
The crowd appeared towards the color.
This poem evokes their curiosity.
If the world really had such peerless beauties, they wouldn’t have any plans to be unsettled, just want to meet, meeting once is good.
“Originally, it was Daren Diep who wrote poetry, no wonder.”
Someone discovered that Diep Ninh was sleeping soundly on the ground.
In a short time, many people feel that the situation has become more reasonable.
“Who am I talking about, of course, can make the poetry of the world, the original is Lord Ye.”
“Lord Ye didn’t have a premonition before, now he’s drunk, here by the pool Hua Qing, of course, he’s too excited!”
“Rich poetry is the real face!”
People can’t stand itpraise.
This poem is really well written.
Some people saw that they were transformed into Hoa Thanh Tri, took a brush and tried it with their own hands. Detecting in a pond the water level is of course surprisingly good.
Working in this dark time, the mind is clear, the talent is industrious, compared to the past, a few more literary talents. So where does this shit come from?
Looking at it, it’s still in the ink, so many people can’t help but be stupid.
“Van Qi makes a pen, the water of the pond makes the ink, a poem is finished, the water level drops into the pond, of course it forms a black pool. . . . . ”
Many people muttered to themselves, looking at Ye Ning’s eyes, suddenly turned hot.
What is ancient style? This is the ancient genius! Thus comes the problem.
This is a beautiful poem, in the end, who wrote it?
Is she really existing in this world, or is she still delusional behind the scenes of a drunken Ye Ning? This problem, makes a lot of people like the centipede scrape a kind of discomfort.
Diep Ning is also the same.
When he regained consciousness, knowing what was going on behind him, everyone was confused.
“What did we end up doing?”
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