The screen was full of curses, and these people all cursed in different ways.

"The moon in the sky looks like a ball of silver in the distance. As the night goes on, the late wind gradually tightens, blowing away the clouds beside the moon. I see the heartless person." - Qixi Fairy's maid left a message on Qin Feng's Weibo on the 3rd.

This is a direct use of poetry.

The light of the moon is used to contrast the despicability of a heartless man. Although the few words are euphemistic, we can see the dirty face of a heartless man through the words.

Qin Feng naturally understood this poem.

This poem is really uncommon and is basically not found in the text.

Firstly, the text usually does not publish such poems about grievances and complaints about betrayal. Secondly, the author of this poem is unknown, and the narrator is unknown. This is because this poem originally came from the archaeological excavation of Dunhuang.

However, Qin Feng, after all, is knowledgeable and has a strong memory, and he has also read this poem.

This scolding is very elegant. Even if you have a little bit of literary skills, you won't be able to feel the contempt and ridicule towards yourself in this word.

This made Qin Feng have to sigh, there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this Chinese Valentine's Day task force.

Of course, in addition to this, there are also people who use the "Poem of Resentful Man" written by Zhuo Wenjun, a famous talented woman in the Han Dynasty and Sima Xiangru's wife, to condemn Qin Feng.

According to historical records, Sima Xiangru was appreciated by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty for writing "Zixu Fu", and was named Lang (an attendant of the emperor) for his "Shanglin Fu". Soon he planned to take a Maoling woman as a concubine, but he was cold to Zhuo Wenjun.

So Zhuo Wenjun wrote a poem "Baitou Yin" to Sima Xiangru.

It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.

I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to resolve it.

Today's drinking party, Mingdangou Shuitou.

The crocodile is lying on the ditch, and the water flows east and west.

Desolate and miserable, there is no need to cry when getting married.

Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.

Why are the bamboo poles curling up, and the fish tails are so awkward!

A man cares about his spirit, why use money and a knife!

This poem cannot be said to be sincere or bad. Especially one line: I wish to have the person of my heart and we will never be apart until we grow old together. It has been passed down through the ages.

But Zeng, this man, once betrayed, it is difficult to get him back. Moreover, he is very decisive. Sima Xianglu has already forgotten the days of sharing weal and woe and deep love. How can he remember that there is a person thousands of miles away?

The wife misses her husband day and night.

Finally one day, Sima Xiangru sent a thirteen-character letter to his wife: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten million."

Just thirteen words, it doesn’t seem like a letter, but it is a letter at the same time. Moreover, it contains a mystery.

It is not unreasonable to say that literati have been the most hated since ancient times.

Just tell me, if you want to write a love letter, then say it openly and openly. You have to hide it like this. But it’s okay to hide it like this. When someone accuses you, you don’t have to admit it.

It can be said that you have misinterpreted my meaning. This was not my original intention.

This is why literati are hated by others. You obviously mean this, but you don't admit it. You've already done it, and you deny it in public. It's so shameless.

The smart Zhuo Wenjun burst into tears after reading it.

What does this poem mean? It turns out that there is only one "hundred million" missing in the line of numbers, no memory. This is Sima Xianglu implying that he has no memories of the past.

Zhuo Wenjun, with his heart as cold as water and a very sad mood, replied to "Poetry of a Resentful Man"

After one day of separation, the two places were separated from each other.

It only said it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago?

There is no heart to play the lyre, and no eight-line script to pass down.

The nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the ten-mile long pavilion is about to be penetrated.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to blame him.

There are thousands of words to talk about, and I am bored and leaning on the railing ten times.

Nine times and nine times, I climb high to see the solitary wild geese. The moon is full in August and mid-autumn, but people are not round.

In the middle of the seventh month, I hold a candle and burn incense and ask the sky,

In the dog days of June, when everyone shakes fans, I feel chilled.

In May, pomegranates are as red as fire, but bursts of cold rain water the flowers.

In April, when the loquats are not yet yellow, I want to look in the mirror and feel confused.

Suddenly, in March, the peach blossoms turn with the water.

The sky is wandering, and the kite string is broken in February.

Oh, Lang Ya Lang,

I wish that in the next life you would be a girl and I would be a boy.

How can I say that Zhuo Wenjun is talented? The talent is here.

You, Sima Xianglu, sent me: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, hundreds, millions, but not one hundred million.

And I go back to one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, million, and then I come back from thousands, one, nineteen, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Come and go, there are no billions, but there are billions everywhere. This is to rebuke you, a heartless and unlucky man.

Of course, in the end, Sima Xiangru was so scolded by Zhuo Wenjun that he could not hold his head up. As a scholar, his most proud talent was completely crushed by his wife.

If this is really a divorce, if this poem spreads, he will be scolded for thousands of years.

Therefore, in the end, Sima Xiangru chose to stay with his wife Zhuo Wenjun for the rest of his life.

Of course, the ending is good.

However, when used on Qin Feng at this moment, this is not to persuade Qin Feng to turn back, but to scold Qin Feng for being shameless.

The entire Internet was in a frenzy.

As for the Qixi Fairy, of course it's fine.

For Fairy Qixi, the reaction from netizens was slightly beyond her expectations. But, she didn’t care.

Who asked you to do those things behind my back and have a fierce fight with Britney? I didn't go to you to settle the score, which is already good. Now, the fans help me scold you, you deserve it.

Therefore, Qin Feng tried to find a video of the Qixi Fairy through the Internet, but did not answer the call.

Call, don't answer.

Anyway, don't answer anything.

If you want to see me, you can come back.

Qin Feng saw that there was nothing he could do.

Gotta go back.

My fairy is angry and cannot go back.

However, I really can’t go back empty-handed.

If you go back empty-handed, do you still want your ears? They will have to be screwed to death.

So, Qin Feng thought about it, what should he use as an apology gift?

Moreover, Fairy Qixi has to help her settle this matter. Otherwise, her Weibo will be exposed every day, which would be too miserable.

Although Qin Feng can use official power to delete it, or directly ban comments himself.

But then, is Weibo still Weibo?

Therefore, to untie the bell, one must tie the bell.

On the plane back home, Qin Feng thought about what gift to give.

After arriving in the imperial capital, Qin Feng dressed simply and put on a hat. Of course, he didn't wear sunglasses or anything else, just a hat and a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

If you have to wear a mask, sunglasses, etc., it will attract people's attention.

Ordinary people may not recognize this person, but how could a reporter not recognize him?

Therefore, if Qin Feng is simpler, it will not attract attention easily.

After all, Qin Feng is not the kind of handsome person who alarms the Party Central Committee.

Soon, Qin Feng took a taxi and returned home.

Returning to the courtyard again, Qin Feng felt relaxed.

It seems that no matter what, I am still comfortable at home.

No matter how comfortable it is outside, it doesn't feel like home.

Of course, is it the place? Qin Feng thought for a while, but it was mainly because of his habit.

To be honest, if you live in a certain place for a long time and become comfortable, that place will become your home.

When Qin Feng entered the house, Fairy Qixi was still taking a nap.
Chapter completed!