"Need not."

Xiao Yuan gently pushed her away, then walked to a table in one step and three times.

This is where Su Xiaoxiao lives. On the table, there are some writing and paintings she usually writes and draws.

Ruan Ming is right, this is indeed a talented woman.

After looking through some things casually, Xiao Yuan asked with drunken eyes: "Are these calligraphy, painting and poetry written by girls?"

"It makes the young master laugh." Su Xiaoxiao said in a hurry.

"Okay, that's great." Xiao Yuan smiled, and lifted the brush with drunkenness, and dipped it ink as if it was unsteady:

"I am happy today, amazed by the girl's talent, and I am willing to write a few words to compare with the literati in the world!"

This is obviously drunk. If he were to behave in normal times, he would not have such leisure.

When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, she pursed her lips slightly and felt funny. Compared with the literati in the world, what a tone, this young master is really drunk.

Before she could say anything, Xiao Yuan had already picked up the brush and found the wall. When he got drunk, he pressed it hard, and the pen was pressed away.

"Young Master..." Seeing that he was going to graffiti on the wall of his boudoir, Su Xiaoxiao wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

She looked anxious and didn't believe that Xiao Yuan could really write something good.

Xiao Yuan ignored him and began to dance.

He is a king, and his handwriting is not in a proper way, but is arbitrary and extremely sloppy, with an indescribable aura.

He writes freely and improvises with wine.

After he finished writing, he looked at the wall and smiled happily, and said in his drunkenness: "Okay, OK!"

Su Xiaoxiao had long been shocked, her beautiful eyes widened and looked incredible.

Dancing low in the willow building, the moon in the heart, singing the peach blossoms and the wind under the fan.

The brocade zither has fifty strings, one string and one pillar reflects the youth.

The first two sentences meant to talk about brothels, while the last two sentences mean more like a artistic conception, talking about Su Xiaoxiao himself.

She didn't speak for a long time and was shocked.

Because in her opinion, Xiao Yuan did not brew for a long time, but improvised with alcohol.

With a casual stroke, I wrote the poem that touched her heart.

"The brocade ser is fifty strings, one string and one pillar thinks about the Chinese New Year..."

She murmured, and there seemed to be some tears in her eyes.

Xiao Yuan threw away the brush casually, turned around and looked at Su Xiaoxiao intoxicatedly: "Why can the girl compare with the literati in the world when she sees this poem!"

"Young master, you are very talented, and the little girl is deeply impressed." She looked at Xiao Yuan's eyes, not to mention how charming she was.

Such a young man who is as talented as Yu, is fatal to Su Xiaoxiao!

"Haha--" Xiao Yuan smiled heartily again, and then seemed to be a little unsteady in standing and almost fell down.

"Young Master, be careful." Su Xiaoxiao quickly supported him.

Xiao Yuan raised his hand and said, "Okay, let's stop here today. I'm very happy. There are girls singing and dancing to cheer you up. Your piano skills are unique."

"Young Master... Is it still... Is it still possible to go back..." She whispered, her face blushing.

Xiao Yuan didn't notice this at all. He seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, I almost forgot that since I have already done graffiti, how can I not leave my name! Today, I will learn from those literati and poets!"

As he said that, he also pushed Su Xiaoxiao away, searched for a long time, then found the brush again, and wrote on the lower left side of the poem:

King Xiao Yuan of Qin

Su Xiaoxiao was still curious about his name, and when he saw the inscription again, he was stunned!

"What!? Young Master...you...you are..."

Xiao Yuan burped, first pointing to the inscription: "King of Qin Xiao Yuan."

He pointed at himself again: "I am King Qin Xiao Yuan..."

He was obviously drunk.

As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered and was about to fall to the ground.

"Young Master..." Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly supported him again, and at the same time, there was a look of fear in her beautiful eyes.

the next day.

I don’t know how many people gathered in Su Xiaoxiao’s room.

Almost all the girls in Nuanxiang Pavilion came to watch the fun.

The boss lady and Ruan Ming stood in front, looking at the inscription on the wall, and couldn't help but grin: "This, the young master yesterday was actually the King of Qin?"

"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could I be so respectful!" Ruan Ming said angrily, and said, "I had no intention of letting you and others know, but the king wrote this inscription."

As he said that, he couldn't help but recite the poem again, and nodded and said, "Excellent, great, this is the king's treasure. I said, "Boss, you are so developed."

"Ah? Ruan...What does Lord Ruan mean?" The boss lady didn't react.

"You are stupid!" Ruan Ming pointed to the wall and said, "The King of Qin was in Nuanxiang Pavilion and wrote inscriptions in Su Xiaoxiao's room. Such quatrains are known to all the literati in the world, and they will not flock to you!"

"Ah?" After he reminded him, the boss's wife also came to her senses. She first showed joy, and then she rushed everyone and said, "Go and go! Don't surround me here, be careful not to ruin the poem..."

As she said that, she took Su Xiaoxiao's hand again and said with joy: "Xiaoxiao, you are really amazing. With the inscription of King Qin, who doesn't know Nuanxiang Pavilion in the world? Who doesn't know Miss Su from now on?

Name."

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red, but she felt inexplicably disappointed.

Ruan Ming was right. After this incident, it had spread throughout the streets and alleys within two days.

You know, Xiao Yuan is the king of a country. His inscriptions do not require any momentum and will naturally form a kind of storm.

Nuanxiang Pavilion instantly became full of people, and there were endless guests, especially young talents and literati.

They all came here for only one purpose, that is, to pay attention to the true or false poems written by the King of Qin.

At this time, Xiao Yuan had already set off and was about to return to Qinzhou.

Along the way, black armor and red tassels lined up into a long dragon, and there was no end at a glance. The soldiers were brightly armored and long spears stood in a row.

Xiao Yuan rode a war horse and walked at the front of the team.

Beside him, Xu Hu and others were guarding him. Everyone walked slowly. Shangguan Wenruo couldn't help but smash the horse's belly and leaned over and said:

"Your Majesty, I heard that you wrote the inscription on Nuanxiang Pavilion, I don't know whether it is true or false."

"Hehe, I'm drunk, drunk." Xiao Yuan laughed dryly.

Shangguan Wenruo said: "I have heard that the king is not only talented and talented, but also disappointing..."

The team marched all the way, and after more than half a month, it entered Shanyuguan and returned to Qin.

At this time, the inscription of the Qin King Nuanxiang Pavilion not only caused a sensation in Liangzhou, but also had already spread throughout the countries.

Xuan Palace, in the study.

Looking at the poems on the table, a smile of appreciation and surprise flashed in King Xuan’s beautiful eyes, and then couldn’t help but ask: “Is this the original sentence of King Qin?”

"Yes, the transcription is not bad." Yang Zhao returned.

"oh……"
Chapter completed!