C1193 Gift Poetry
C1193 Gift Poetry
Shen Mi said naturally, he did not have the infatuated look of the surrounding girls, and elegantly raised his wine cup as he replied.
"You're too kind, but it's just a fake name."
Ling Tian smiled faintly, making people feel as if they were being bathed by the spring wind.
The two of them downed the wine in one gulp, breaking the hearts of the surrounding men and women.
Perhaps only a man and a woman like this were truly compatible.
Ling Tian's martial arts were peerless in the world, and he was the strongest person in the Descendant.
And although Shen Mi's name wasn't famous, he had a wealth that could rival a nation's wealth.
It was all very enviable.
"Tsk tsk!"
To the side, Luo Zijun leaned his chin on his hand as he looked at Ling Tian, and said while smacking his lips, "The two of you are so polite here, you guys are really different from how you normally are!"
"Great power, you can't also have your eyes on this kid, right?" Let me tell you, he is a Lobo! "
"The two of you drank quite well. Even if I came, you wouldn't give me a toast!"
Shen Mi's face reddened slightly at what Luo Zijun had said, and he quickly poured wine for Luo Zijun. "You're the only one who dares to pick a fight with me, it's been so long since you've come to look for me, tell me?"
"Moreover, I was also very surprised that you and General Ling Tian came here together. What's wrong, with your big mouth and manly personality, did you also lose control over yourself when you were charmed by General? "
"Pfft, who was captivated by him? Just him? "
Luo Zijun's heroic face was even redder than Shen Mi's. He smacked his lips and said: "Wa, so spicy."
Shen Mi looked up from afar and did not say anything. He only gave Luo Zijun a deep look, and smiled in his heart.
"General, I have heard that General's poems are peerless, I have admired them for a long time, and now that Shen Mi has hidden a fan of Young Master's, I wonder if you can give me a poem?"
Shen Mi thought for a moment, then looked at Ling Tian who was on the other side, and asked with his gaping mouth open and closed.
"Oh?"
"Of course."
Ling Tian put down his wine cup. Unexpectedly, Shen Mi came up to him and asked for a poem.
This was not bad, if he could sell Shen Mi a favor, then it would be good for the Spirit Gathering Crystal stone to speak of.
Seeing that Ling Tian agreed, Shen Mi took out an exquisite fan from his storage ring.
Although it was not the most top-notch fan created by Ling Tian, but its quality was extremely good, and he did not know how she obtained it.
"Tsk tsk, incredible. He dared to ask for a poem when one of him came up, and he really dared to give a poem to him!"
Ling Tian, you promised me, yet you did not give me anything.
Luo Zijun curled his lips.
"Stop talking, no one will treat you as a mute."
Ling Tian glared at Luo Zijun, but in the end, he gave him a fan and brush.
The brush was extremely beautiful and elegant, it was carved from the extremely rare spirit jade of an emperor, and the tip of the pen was made from the life hair of the incomparably rare dragon marten.
Ink, it was also made using fine black Wang Ting and overflowing with spirit energy.
However, what surprised Ling Tian the most was that the scenery on the originally pure white fan was actually drawn by someone.
Above it was a lady in green standing by the riverbank. She was alone with her back to the person, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her long hair flowing like a waterfall. Although she moved slightly to the side, only half of her face could be seen, her facial features were picturesque, as if she was a celestial being.
The woman held a fan in her hand as she looked at the distant stars and the distant mountains. There seemed to be a hint of worry on her face.
However, Ling Tian could not see the reason for his worry.
But no matter how one put it, this painting could still be said to be superb, truly astonishing.
So it was like this, causing Ling Tian to be slightly nervous. If his poems could not be expressed in any way, then it would be a disgrace.
Shen Mi quietly studied the ink, while Ling Tian took the brush and began to ponder.
Actually, he didn't really understand Shen Mi, and the two of them didn't interact much, so this poem was really difficult to write.
However, it had to be written.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Mi's side, the ink was finished, a light flashed in Ling Tian's eyes, and he whispered: "I've got it."
With that said, Ling Tian pursed his lips and read the book.
Because of Ling Tian's special identity, ever since he entered the great hall, he had always gathered the gazes of everyone.
However, just as he sat down and was about to write a poem, the crowd started discussing quietly among themselves.
Because Ling Tian had not only become famous in the Southern Tang because of his powerful martial arts, those poems that made people cry out in admiration, had already been spread around a long time ago.
Seeing Ling Tian helping Shen Mi with the brush, all of them stretched their necks to take a look.
Even though his eyes were filled with jealousy and envy.
On the other hand, the Advice s of the three tribes and Li Fu scoffed coldly, thinking that they were trying to intimidate the masses!
But it was useless as they did not have this talent.
"Master, our young miss's painting is one of the best in Southern Tang. I wonder what kind of poem this Ling Tian can write that would be worthy of young miss's painting."
"I remember now that Miss had told you that she would only marry someone who was very talented and had her eyes set on him. This Ling Tian... "
In the hall, Shen Fugui whispered behind Shen Wanshan.
"I only hope that what he has his eyes on is not my Shen Family's wealth."
Shen Wanshan declined to comment.
While everyone was discussing, Ling Tian had already begun writing.
Shen Mi looked sideways, and following the appearance of the handsome words, he recited them out loud.
In the midst of water.
The meridian could not speak.
The mountain has trees and branches.
Happy Jun Xi Jun did not know.
Although the poem did not seem to have an orderly number of words, nor did it seem to have a rhythm to it, but every single sentence was like a thunderdrum, shaking Shen Mi's heart time and time again.
When Ling Tian had landed on the last word, streams of cool breeze and water color quietly rose from the fan, and streams of spirit energy gathered from all over the Polygala. A moment later, they condensed into a grand sky phenomenon above the great hall.
Amidst the constellations, a girl clad in azure clothes stood silently with her head covered by the clouds. In the distance, there seemed to be a small melody of grief lingering around her, causing everyone to be dumbstruck for a moment.
Painting the Divine Path, the meaning of poetry.
Everyone was shocked by the phenomenon before they could even taste the poem.
The birth of the Celestial Phenomenon has proven that this poem by Ling Tian was destined to shake Southern Tang again.
Holding the fan, a faint smile involuntarily rose on Shen Mi's somewhat anxious face.
This smile, couldn't help but cause Ling Tian to become slightly absent-minded.
It was not that he liked Shen Mi, but Shen Mi's smile, was just like Qing Shui's, causing him to feel comfortable.
Actually, his poem was flawed.
Because he really could not find the appropriate poem, Ling Tian could only put the two poems together. Although the numbers of the words were not neat and tidy, and the space was not right, Ling Tian felt that nothing was more suitable than these four lines.
At this moment, even that man like Luo Zijun's face changed. He looked at the blissful Shen Mi blankly, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Thank you General for the poem. Shen Mi, I have no regrets."
After a while, Shen Mi carefully put away the fan, and actually bowed to Ling Tian.
Seeing that, Ling Tian also stood up, and replied: "I cannot accept it, this poem, is only an icing on the cake, Miss's painting, is truly excellent."
In the hall, Shen Fugui'er spoke up from behind Shen Wanshan, "It's over, old master. We'll bow down in front of everyone!"
Shen Wanshan: "You talk too much!"