leonardwarren Chapter 191: I Wish You Peace
Chapter 191: I Wish You Peace
Chapter 192 I wish you peace
"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers."
Just one sentence made Ji Mingyue stunned.
The tenderness in her eyes was like water, and the richness almost dripped out.
What a beautiful poem!
Cloud wants to become clothes, Hua wants to become face.
What kind of woman is this?
Heaven and earth love, all things favor, so that the clouds in the sky and the flowers on the earth all dream of wanting to be close to her.
A poem, but it seems to have exhausted the beauty of the end.
If someone is watching, they will definitely be immersed in this sentence.
What's more, this poem was written by Ji Mingyue.
"Master Ye, are you writing a poem for me?"
She bit her lip lightly, two small hands grabbed the corners of her clothes, her eyes were full of warm anticipation.
What a beautiful poem, what a beautiful person.
Just this sentence made her feel that she was worth it.
Even if no one else has seen her face in this life, it doesn't matter, she doesn't care what others think, she just wants Ye Ning to see her.
"Write a poem, hahaha, then write a poem."
Ye Ning was not originally poetic.
It's just that I can't think of how to describe Ji Mingyue's beauty, so I can easily.
Now that a sentence has been said, the rest of the words have been used on the side of the throat.
If that's the case, it's better to actually write it out.
With the strength of the wine, with the atmosphere that made him unrestrained, he staggered up and looked up at the sky.
"Pen here!"
The voice fell, and the world seemed to feel something.
Wen Qi is boiling, and it curls up.
After a while, a crystal clear brush condensed and fell into Ye Ning's hands.
He drank all the wine in one gulp, picked up the brush, and dipped it in the Huaqing Pond.
That crystal clear pool color.
When the brush was picked up, there were still drops of ink falling.
This is what it means to follow the law.
When Ye Ning wanted to write a poem, even the heavens were willing to cooperate with him.
Using the sky as paper, he sketched it in the void.
The scribbled brush and ink have written a beautiful poem.
"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers."
It was already night, and the clouds had long been drenched in black and could not be seen clearly.
But just as Ye Ning was writing, a light appeared in the sky.
Reflecting the multi-colored light, the clouds gathered and formed the most splendid color clothes.
Around Huaqing Pond, among the vegetation and forests, on the bluestone slab, and on the edge of the pool, all blooming with delicate flowers.
The flowers grow vigorously and seem delicate, but they are actually very strong and push the bluestone and broken bricks above their heads, scrambling to show their own beauty.
Above the earth, the fragrance of flowers overflows.
In the sky, the clouds are gorgeous.
Ji Mingyue was stunned by this scene.
Wen Qi continued to evolve, and a beautiful woman was outlined in the air.
Ji Mingyue's pretty face suddenly turned red.
This woman, isn't it her?
In the picture, she is standing in a sea of flowers, wearing a neon coat made of clouds, and she is so beautiful.
"The spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."
Ye Ning burst into madness, and his footsteps were vain, but the ink did not stop.
At this moment, he seems to be possessed by Li Taibai.
The romantic talent who has shocked China for thousands of years with his literary talent is showing his eternal talent in the Otherworld in his own way.
The beauty of Ji Mingyue is like a dewy peony under the spring breeze.
The beautiful woman sketched in the style suddenly came to life.
In the sea of flowers, show a smile.
This smile has a natural nobility.
It was as if he had grasped Ji Mingyue's charm all at once.
Beautiful in the sky, rich flowers in the world!
Even Ji Mingyue herself felt an unprecedented (bfdh) surprise.
"Am I really that beautiful?"
For a moment, she herself was lost.
Is it really that she is so beautiful, or Ye Ning's writing has given her a new charm.
It made her, Midea, even feel unfamiliar with herself.
At the same time, the sweet taste in her heart was as if a volcano had erupted.
Ye Ning wrote a poem for me!
She was thinking stupidly.
It never occurred to me that one day Ye Ning would write a poem for her.
Not only has he written poetry, but he has also written so beautifully. As soon as this poem came out, all the beauties in other poems lost their color.
Brilliant talent.
It rushed directly towards the sky, as if to compete with the bright moon.
Many looked up and seemed to see two moons.
A bright moon hangs high, cold and gentle.
The other is completely condensed with talent, reflecting the entire earth in the sky.
"Who's talent can reach this level?"
"It's just like the bright moon. Could it be that there are poems that have been passed down the world?"
"My God, that's really a grand event in my literary world!"
Outside the palace, many ministers staggered and talked about the land.
But at this moment, all the movements in their hands stopped.
They looked up to the sky.
It's like seeing a myth.
What kind of person can be so affectionate?
Look up, must look up!
"Find this man quickly!"
The Confucians are crazy.
How could they be absent from such a grand occasion?
Of course it's a crazy search.
And on the edge of Huaqing Pool.
Ye Ning's footsteps became more and more vain, but the whole person still liked to move, almost slipped and fell into the water.
Fortunately, Ji Mingyue held him back.
Then their eyes met.
Ji Mingyue bowed her head shyly.
Ye Ning moved in his heart.
The most gentle bowing is like the shyness of the water Lotus flower
At this moment, Ji Mingyue's beauty makes the world pale.
Ye Ning suddenly felt that this poem was written correctly.
In addition to Ji Mingyue, who can match this poem?
With this in mind, he continued to write and wrote the last two sentences.
"If it weren't for the meeting at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon!"
If it weren't for the Piao Piao Fairy that can only be seen on Qunyu Xian Mountain, it must be a goddess fairy that can only be met under the moon on Yaotai.
Such beauty is no longer a human being.
If it wasn't for a fairy coming down to earth, how could you explain it?
After the last two sentences were written, the fonts whose ink marks had not dried up, all revealed the refreshing fragrance of ink at this moment.
The fragrance of ink drifted away and spread throughout the entire palace.
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The ink flowed on the text, dripping down little by little.
The color of Huaqing Pond is getting darker and darker, and in the end, it has completely turned into an ink pool.
And those words, like elves, have life.
They flew up and danced happily around Ji Mingyue.
This kind of dancing also infected Ji Mingyue.
She opened her arms and turned around in circles.
The beautiful woman outlined by Wen Qi is also doing the same movements as her.
One is in the sky and the other is in the ground, forming a real echo.
At this moment, at least four or five kinds of visions appeared at the same time.
But Ye Ning and Ji Mingyue didn't notice.
Ji Mingyue was completely immersed in happiness.
Ye Ning's poem made her intoxicated like never before.
Ye Ning, on the other hand, was completely drunk.
He lay down on the ground suddenly and became a "big" character.
After a while, the snoring sounded like thunder.
"It's the direction of Huaqing Pool!"
"I smell Mo Xiang!"
"Let's go and have a look."
At this moment, the great Confucians keenly discovered the place of origin.
The large army came in a mighty manner.
Jiang Qingwan, who was observing secretly, reacted naturally, her figure flashed, and she came to Ji Mingyue's side.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go."
Ji Mingyue immediately woke up.
She lowered her head and glanced at Ye Ning who was sleeping, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
This smile is not complicated at all, it is the purest happiness.
"Aunt Jiang, did you see it?"
she asked.
"what?"
Jiang Qingwan was startled.
"He asked me to write a poem. This poem is really beautiful, so beautiful and beautiful!"
Ji Mingyue looked at the naughty characters around her.
Then they seemed to understand, and flew back into the air to compose this song "Qing Ping Tiao".
Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a fairy sound, as if there is a fairy singing in the heavenly palace.
She sang the song "Qingping Tune".
"Qingping Diao" is a standard Yuefu poem.
The characteristic of Yuefu poetry is that it can be sung.
When Jiang Qingwan heard it, she was really intoxicated. She looked at the neatly arranged words in the sky, and her eyes were lost for a moment.
It's really beautiful.
But really should have left.
Jiang Qingwan took Ji Mingyue and quickly left the scene.
As soon as the front foot left, the great Confucians on the back foot led the ministers to arrive.
The first thing they saw was the verses in the sky.
"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."
"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."
Everyone couldn't help but muttered.
Then there was a huge shock.
"What a beautiful poem!"
"The poem seems to be about women."
"But is there such a beauty in the world?"
The crowd showed fascination.
This poem aroused all their curiosity.
If there really is such a peerless beauty in the world, they will not have any unreasonable thoughts, they just want to see each other, and it's good to see them!
"It turned out to be a poem written by Lord Ye, no wonder it is so."
Someone found Ye Ning lying on the ground sleeping soundly.
For a while, many people felt that things became reasonable.
"Who am I talking about, who can actually write poems that spread the world, it turns out to be Lord Ye."
"Master Ye didn't have any inspiration before, but now he's drunk, and by the Huaqing Pool, he has a great sense of poetry!"
"Poetry and wine are romantic, Fang is the true color!"
The crowd couldn't help but praise.
This poem is really well written.
Some people saw Huaqing Pond, which had become Mo Pond, and tried it with a writing brush.
I found that the ink in the pool was surprisingly easy to use.
When using this ink, the mind is clear, the mind is quick, and it is a bit more talented than before.
So where did this ink pool come from?
Looking at the text that was still dripping with ink, many people couldn't help being sluggish.
"Writing is the pen, the pond juice drips into the pond..."
Many people muttered to themselves, looking at Ye Ning's eyes, they suddenly became eager.
What is Eternal Love?
This is the ancient style!
So here comes the problem.
Who is writing this beautiful poem?
Does she really exist in this world, or is it Ye Ning's drunken fantasy?
This question makes many people feel as uncomfortable as a hundred claws scratch their hearts.
Ye Ning is the same.
When he woke up, he was stunned when he learned what had happened.
"What the hell did I do?".