After talking about the serious matter, Qiao Jingrou's eyes turned on him and asked, "Mr. Liu, the Liluo Academy where your mother attended when she was young was in Qiaojia West Garden. I wonder if the young master is interested in visiting Yi2."

Liu Ruohuan looked at the sky getting dark and wanted to go back to the house to rest early, but when he heard about Qiao Jingrou's mother's story, he couldn't help but be curious about the academy where Liu Lanmeng went to school when she was young, "Since that's the case, I'll bother Miss Qiao to lead the way."

The two of them carried the illuminated paper lanterns and set out from Liu Ruohuan's temporarily settled residence and walked towards Liluo Academy.

On the way, Qiao Jingrou wanted to say something but stopped several times, as if something was being held in her heart and could not speak.

Seeing her appearance, Liu Ruohuan was only funny and asked, "Miss Qiao has something to say, but it's okay. I think Miss Qiao invited me to visit Liluo Academy, probably not to see the scenery."

When Qiao Jingrou saw that he had seen through his thoughts, her face turned red and said uneasy: "The poems of Mr. Liu before, the more I thought about them, the more charming I felt, especially the two sentences had reached the point of being sung throughout the ages."

"What two sentences?"

"It's just... I don't have colorful phoenix flying wings, and I have a clear understanding of each other."

After being reminded by the other party, Liu Ruohuan remembered that he had such a dark history of being a copywriter. He couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, "These two sentences actually have little to do with me. I just happened to record them."

Seeing that Liu Ruohuan was still unwilling to admit it, Qiao Jingrou said with a sad expression: "Young Master, don't talk nonsense. If there were such literary literati in the world, my Qiao family would have known it long ago... Besides, if the young master said that this was someone else's work and he just happened to record it, then you must have recorded more than this one."

Liu Ruohuan touched his chin and it turned out that this little girl approached him specifically for the quatrain he said.

No wonder he had always felt that this Miss Qiao family had a good attitude towards him before, and even did not hesitate to offend the public and excuse himself in the palace.

"Uh, remember some of the poems..."

Qiao Jingrou only felt that it was Liu Ruohuan who disliked her for not having enough realm and refused to communicate with her. Now, when she heard that the other party seemed to have new poems, she couldn't help but stretch her neck and asked, "Also? If Mr. Liu can say two equal sentences, I believe you were excerpting and recordings there."

Two songs?

Liu Ruohuan laughed loudly in her heart and was secretly ecstatic.

He was afraid that Qiao Jingrou would have a hundred or so songs, but now he only needs two more songs when he heard them. Isn’t this just a casual one?

"If there are two songs, I can say another song to you right now."

"really?"

Qiao Jingrou couldn't believe it, and her voice changed slightly.

The previous poem "The stars and winds last night" was considered the first poem in the literary world. Now that the poem of the same specification has been born, how can she not be excited?

The Qiao family can practice through literature and experience. This new poem seems to be nothing to Liu Ruohuan, but it is of great benefit to her.

"Once the vast sea of ​​water is hard to make water, but Wushan is not clouds. I took the flowers and looked back at me, and I was half a matter of practicing Taoism and half a matter of you."

Qiao Jingrou looked back with her lips, closed her eyes slightly, and savored it with Liu Ruohuan's poem.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Liu Ruohuan, murmured: "I took the flowers and lazily reviewed it, half of my life, half of my life, half of my life... It's indeed a good poem."

"Ah? Isn't the essence of this poem the first two sentences?" Liu Ruohuan said in confusion when she saw her focus at the end: "This Wushan in the sea describes the heroic and magnificent. Based on the mood of the whole poem, this first sentence definitely uses the metaphor to the extreme."

"After meeting the young master, I also deeply understood the meaning of the words "Caiconglass" and this last practice of Taoism and meeting the lord..."

"Stop! Stop!"

When Liu Ruohuan saw that she actually thought of herself, she immediately realized that this love poem cannot be used randomly, especially the last two sentences created ambiguity, which made the other party mistakenly think that practicing Taoism refers to the way of immortality, and meeting yours is the person in front of you.

"My poem has no other meaning, it was written when I copied it. Miss Qiao's family should not be misunderstood."

After hearing this, Qiao Jingrou's expression returned to normal, and a hint of disappointment suddenly appeared in her eyes. "It seems that there is someone else in Mr. Liu's poem, so of course I won't be able to take a look at it."

Liu Ruohuan discovered that the more he described it, the darker he became. The imagination of ancient literati and poets was very high. Unexpectedly, the Qiao family in this other world was also a problem, so he was too lazy to explain and could only protest silently.

"Young Master, that next song..."

Seeing that she wanted the next poem, Liu Ruohuan waved her hand and said, "Cough cough, think about the next poem when I go back, and I have already thought about it and sent someone to you on the paper."

"That's right."

What Liu Ruohuan didn't know was that Qiao Jingrou was even more sure that this poem was definitely written by him on the spot, otherwise how could she have to go home and think about it carefully?

And this half-in-law practice of Taoism and half-in-law must be the poem he has gained some insights and written on the spot.

When Qiao Jingrou thought of this, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She didn't expect that this young master Liu could actually become a poet. If she was compared with him, she wouldn't be considered a talented woman.

After a circle, the two found an ancient mansion. Even though the sun sets, there was little blue smoke coming from inside, and the smell of paper and ink can be smelled from a distance, which is very pungent.

After approaching the courtyard gate, there is a plaque above, with three large characters engraved with the words "Free" and "Free" in it. The font is thick and powerful, and it is written by everyone at first glance.

"Is this Liluo Academy?"

Qiao Jingrou nodded and said, "Well, this is the main entrance. At this time, the class should have ended, and all the students from all over the place have already returned."

Liu Ruohuan stood at the door and looked deep in the middle for a few seconds. He saw that most of the buildings in this academy were inseparable from thatched bamboo pavilions.

He couldn't help but feel that Liluo Academy was different from what he imagined. After all, it was the legendary first institution of Han and Tang dynasties. How could it look so simple?

Qiao Jingrou skillfully snapped the door knocker, and after a long time, a teacher rushed out of it.

The Confucian robe on her was extremely orthodox, no different from ordinary Confucian scholars. Her clothes were slightly white everywhere, and it was obviously a color that was washed many times before they were produced.

Seeing that the visitor was Qiao Jingrou, the gentleman hurriedly shook his sleeves and stepped forward to salute and said, "Hello Miss! Why did you think of the academy today?"

"This is Mr. Liu Ruohuan, and his mother also comes from Liluo Academy, so she wants to take him here for a walk."

Mr. Xu turned around and bowed, "It turns out that this is Mr. Liu, who is famous in the capital and a young talent... Now that I see him, I find that Mr. Liu is really a handsome talent."

"You're welcome, sir."
Chapter completed!