My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Chapter 70 Hairpin Phoenix

It's obvious that this question was asked by an old scholar.

The so-called regret is something you only feel when you look back after you have missed something.

The oldest of these students are only seventeen or eighteen years old, in the prime of their life. How could they have so many regrets?

Even if there are regrets, the understanding will not be deep.

So this question is really difficult for these students.

But Bai Shaoqiu is different.

He didn't really write it out of inspiration, he just picked out a poem from his mind and copied it down.

The old scholar didn't look at the poem on the paper again.

He kept looking at Bai Shaoqiu.

He was the one who came up with this question!

He really wanted to witness with his own eyes the young man who had amazed him write this poem -

How much time did he spend writing this poem?

What kind of poem about regret would he write?

What would his regret be?

Master Qin was very curious and looking forward to it.

As a solitary teacher at Changning College, he almost turns a deaf ear to what is happening outside.

He only knew about Bai Shaoqiu after Jubao Money House started the gambling game.

As for Bai Shaoqiu, he had only heard about it from the students he taught.

He knew that Bai Shaoqiu was the imperially bestowed son-in-law who had caused a sensation in Xiling City.

He also knew that Bai Shaoqiu was a waste in the eyes of everyone in Xiling City.

Not only did a loser become the son-in-law of the royal family, but he was even involved in a gambling game at Jubao Money House!

He actually came to attend the Zhuxi Literary Gathering...

Master Qin's opinion was different from that of the others. He felt that this young man might not be as simple as people said.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

really,

When the news of Bai Shaoqiu's couplet at the Zhuxi Bridge and what he had done reached him, he not only did not hate Bai Shaoqiu, he even laughed heartily.

That couplet is excellent!

Master Chen judges people by their handwriting, he deserves to be beaten!

When the news of what happened in front of Shuxiang's door reached his ears, and when the poem "Mantingfang, Chunshui Rongrong" written by Bai Shaoqiu was placed in front of him, he laughed three times again!

Master Song deserves to be beaten!

He actually dared to give such a good poem a B...

Master Song is blind!

No wonder he was punished by the Ninth Princess, beaten to a pulp and suffered a miserable end.

When Bai Shaoqiu's third poem was placed in front of him, he was certain that this young man was not a loser at all, but a real genius with extraordinary talent!

Couplets, lyrics and poems are all top-notch, which is enough to prove Bai Shaoqiu's talent.

If you want to know more about him, the only thing left is poetry.

Writing fu is extremely difficult and usually appears as the last question in the Kyoto Koyama Literary Society.

Zhuo Yixing is his disciple!

Originally, he had high hopes for Zhuo Yixing in this year's Zhuxi Literary Festival, but after watching Bai Shaoqiu's first three tests, he felt that his disciple was born at the wrong time.

Zhuo Yihang can't beat Bai Shaoqiu!

Neither Song Zigui nor Qi Shaotong can do it!

Now is the fourth test. According to past experience, only 300 out of 3,000 students can make it here.

This fourth test will eliminate half of the candidates again...

This Mr. Bai will definitely not be eliminated, he just needs some time to incubate.

Master Qin was thinking this for only half a cup of tea.

Then, his old eyes suddenly lit up and his spirit was suddenly shaken!

Bai Shaoqiu had turned and walked towards the desk.

Old Master Qin also walked over quickly. He stood behind Bai Shaoqiu and took a look...

Bai Shaoqiu took out his unique charcoal pencil and wrote on the paper:

"The Golden Hairpin and the Red and Soft Hands"!

Others splash ink and write with a brush, but he... holds the brush like a knife!

The handwriting is indeed not very nice.

But in the eyes of Master Qin, it's also okay. It has a different style, um... this style is quite alternative.

When Bai Shaoqiu finished writing the first line, Master Qin's eyes had widened, and he no longer cared about the beauty or ugliness of the words.

What he saw was the exquisiteness of the opening strokes of this poem:

"Red tender hands, yellow wine, the whole city is full of spring colors and the willows on the palace walls."

The beginning is unique!

In a word, the red arms, the yellow wine seal, and the green willows appeared in front of Master Qin like a painting!

He seemed to see, beneath the willow trees in the spring-filled garden, beside the palace wall, a young woman reaching out a pair of rosy, delicate hands, breaking the yellow clay seal on a wine jar, pouring wine, and attentively urging him to drink...

Then, he stood there in shock beyond measure:

"The east wind is bad, and the joy is thin.

A cup of sorrow, several years of separation.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.”

Bai Shaoqiu didn't stop writing, but Master Qin's mind was blank!

"Spring is the same as before, but I am thinner and thinner, and the red tears are soaking through the silk.

Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion.

Although the mountain league is there, the Jinshu is hard to trust.

Mo, Mo, Mo!"

Bai Shaoqiu put down his pen.

Turn around,

Shocked!

Master Qin was still standing behind him, but at this moment, he was in tears!

"……What’s wrong with you?"

Master Qin did not answer.

He took a step forward and picked up the paper from the table. Bai Shaoqiu clearly saw that the old man's hands were trembling slightly.

At this time,

Zhuo Yihang and Qi Shaotong just happened to be walking over.

I happened to see Master Qin holding a piece of paper in his hands, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and burst into tears!

"Autumn rain... a cup of sorrow, years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong..."

"it's all my fault!"

"The alliance is clearly there, and you sent me a letter, but I just said no, no, no!"

"Now I am seventy years old, and I regret that I couldn't muster the courage back then. Every time the sun sets, I look back... the sunset glow is so lonely!"

"I only have this regret in my heart, I can't let it go, I often think of it... I have let you down... I can't go back!"

Zhuo Yixing and Qi Shaotong were stunned!

What are you doing, sir?

Why was he moved by the scene?

What had happened to him? Did he feel the same way he hadn't before?

Bai Shaoqiu was also shocked!

He never expected that a poem he had just copied would resonate so strongly with the old scholar...

This is a sin!

"Old sir,"

Bai Shaoqiu cried out softly. He was very worried that the old man would get too excited and die.

Master Qin seemed to wake up from his memories.

He quickly lifted his sleeves to wipe the tears from his face. He looked at Bai Shaoqiu, "Mr. Bai... a genius!"

"This old man... has lost his composure!"

"This poem resonates with me and I can't help but feel emotional... This poem should be... A-grade!"

"My name is Qin Jingtai, and I'm a teacher at Changning Academy. If you have time, I sincerely invite you to come to Qiuyulu, the Autumn Rain Pavilion at Changning Academy!"

"I'll prepare the bed for you!"

When Zhuo Yixing heard this, his eyes widened again!

Mr. Qin is his teacher!

Although Master Qin is a teacher in Changning Academy, he is a transcendent existence!

He is from Kyoto.

His life is legendary!

Although he was not a great scholar in Xingguo, his talent was highly praised even by the six great scholars in Xingguo.

He has been living in seclusion in Changning Academy for twenty years!

It seems that he has no wife, no son, and no daughter!

He lived in a thatched cottage called Qiuyu and often fished in the lotus pond outside the cottage.

Occasionally, when I feel like it, I will teach Zhuo and his group a lesson.

Don't ask what's happening outside the window.