"What is the trap?" MSI wondered.

The girls of Guanghan Palace are not only beautiful, but also well-versed in literature and science, and when they heard this, MSI suddenly became interested.

"The name of Oiran Mingyue is in the upper link, and the lower link must also use the name of the girl in the Guanghan Palace, otherwise most of the gatekeepers will have to play tricks and not let them pass. ”

Lei Shaoxuan sighed slightly, and said with emotion: "Who said that if you have talent, you can break through the three levels? If you don't have money to enter the Guanghan Palace, how can you know the girl's name? Once is not enough, you can come often." ”

MSI suddenly.

It's no wonder that many of the given downlinks seem to be very neat, but they can't pass the first level, and the reason is not given, inexplicably, MSI has always been puzzled, but the root is here.

"If you want to see a beauty, you must not only be talented but also rich. The first level is simple, and it will surely eliminate countless talents, leaving only talented and rich people, which is very realistic and cruel, just like the red world, and the talented people without money are not passing. The first test is not talent, but money. ”

Lei Shaoxuan looked at MSI, pondered for a moment, smiled slightly, and wrote the following couplet: Mandarin ducks playing in the water point MSI.

"Cherish the spring mud swallow dancing the bright moon, playing in the water mandarin ducks and dotting MSI"

The cloud lake is like a mirror, the mandarin ducks play in the water, and the bright moon and microstars in the lake are smashed, which is apt and vivid and expressive.

MSI was suddenly ecstatic.

The lower couplet given by Lei Shaoxuan contains his own name, which corresponds to the upper couplet, and the couplet comes out, which is equivalent to putting his name and Oiran side together.

I'm going to be famous.

The beauties in the Guanghan Palace are like clouds, they are not bad in appearance, MSI is also the same, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all good, and the unknown nationality in the past is just a lack of opportunities.

The genius has passed the three levels, and the couplets and poems of each level will be inscribed by the masters at the end, and hung on the walls of the various pavilions of the Guanghan Palace for the appreciation of the latecomers;

The disdain and suspicion of Lei Shaoxuan in his heart turned into full of expectations.

After a while, sure enough, the doorkeeper girl reported back: "Miss Xiangjun said, this level has passed, please go to the next level." ”

MSI hurriedly pulled Lei Shaoxuan and walked forward, she was already a little impatient to break through the next level.

Regardless of whether the next level can be passed or not, with this couplet, the room fee will be free for one month, MSI said secretly in his heart.

The second level.

Lei Shaoxuan walked into the three-story Yunhai Pavilion near the lake.

Standing in front of the window, the scenery of Cloud Lake is in full view.

This is a propositional poem or word, titled: Cloud Lake Autumn Moon.

"In broad daylight, write what autumn moon. Lei Shaoxuan said secretly.

I admire Guanghan Palace's marketing momentum very much.

In fact, this question also implies a trap, the autumn moon can refer to both the three months of autumn, the autumn night moon, and can also allude to the Oiran Su Mingyue, and it is to create momentum for Su Mingyue.

From this, it can be seen that no matter what, the autumn moon of Yunhu must not be separated from the Guanghan Palace to write about Yunhu or Qiuyue.

A picture suddenly appeared in Lei Shaoxuan's mind.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon hangs high, the cloud lake is like a mirror, reflecting the reflection of the Guanghan Palace, and the scenery is beautiful.

It is conceivable that the spread of the words of Yunhu Autumn Moon will definitely make Guanghan Palace and Su Mingyue more famous and famous.

Poetry and poetry are the basic skills of students, no matter how difficult the topic is, someone will write a good work, but no matter how well the poem is written, what does it have to do with the Guanghan Palace? No matter how well the poem is written, the reputation is the author's.

As for the inscription of Yunhu Qiuyue, Lei Shaoxuan concluded that the biggest harvest must be Guanghan Palace, and the more famous is Oiran Mingyue, but the author was ignored.

Lei Shaoxuan was a little hesitant, he was just trying to meet Zhang Qianhua, and the poems must not be too good and public, so as not to cause trouble, but they must not be too clumsy, otherwise they will not be able to pass this hurdle.

After pondering for a moment, Lei Shaoxuan smiled dumbly, poetry is not his own strength, even if he tries his best, how good can he write?

Lei Shaoxuan picked up the pen and wrote.

Yunhu Autumn Moon Fu:

Qingguang occupies the cloud building alone, the cloud lake and the moon reflect the Guanghan Palace, the dark fragrance is hidden, the red banana is dragging, and the jade man is alone with the microstar.

Listening to the song of Che Sheng is disgusted, the curtain rolls the autumn wind is frightened and cold, the thinking is lazy, the face is dizzy, and the dream is full of Ming (silver) river magpie bridge fairy.

MSI's heart pounded and bit her lip.

It hurts! I'm not dreaming.

Yunhu Qiuyue has its own name in the words - MSI.

It is conceivable that this word is inscribed on the wall, and everyone must know that it is they who accompany the breakthrough and help the breakthrough person write the word, and it is difficult to think of being famous at that time.

It is not allowed that Guanghan Palace will use itself as a signboard because of this. Guanghan Palace's marketing ability is really outstanding, and he doesn't miss every possible opportunity.

MSI couldn't hold back anymore, eager for Lei Shaoxuan to break through the three levels, and then he would definitely not let Lei Shaoxuan go, let alone pay the room fee, and he was willing to support Lei Shaoxuan.

MSI knows very well what it means for a girl to be famous in the Guanghan Palace. And Lei Shaoxuan is so shabby and thrifty, it doesn't cost much to raise it.

Come on! MSI said secretly in his heart. Cautiously followed behind Lei Shaoxuan, for fear of disturbing his train of thought.

The third level.

Four-storey Lake View Pavilion.

Today's view of the lake is not the lake, but the dance: the beauty dance.

Guanhu Xuan is empty, there is only a tea case, two mahogany round stools, quite elegant.

On the tea table, there is a cup of fragrant tea that has been brewed, and the fragrance of tea is curling, and it is refreshing.

There was a person sitting at the back of the tea case, masked with light gauze, with a slender figure, seeing Lei Shaoxuan wearing a military uniform and leather armor, slowly pushing the door in, he couldn't help but be stunned, and laughed lightly.

"Mr. is amazingly talented, but he doesn't want to be a general, he is really a genius in civil and military affairs. ”

"I don't have five taels of silver to give flowers to the fairy, where is the wealth (talent)?" Lei Shaoxuan laughed at himself.

"The border army is hard, there is a lack of food and clothing, and the clothes of the dead are reluctant to be discarded, and there is really no wealth (talent), can the fairy let me pass the third level. Lei Shaoxuan said pitifully, but he was telling the truth, and said humorously with a pun.

The girl chuckled when she heard this, her affection for Lei Shaoxuan increased, and she pondered for a moment.

"In the third level, I imitate the Oiran to dance a song for Mr., sing a song, and Mr. will write a word, and you can pass the test after writing. ”

This level is still to build momentum for the Oiran, in order to make the Oiran famous and auction for a higher price, Guanghan Palace is simply doing everything, Lei Shaoxuan is quite disapproving, seeing the girl softly speaking, beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, but there is some expectation in his heart.

What's more, the girl said that you can pass the test after writing, not to pass the test after writing, and the meaning of releasing water is very obvious.

The sound of the piano came quietly, and the girl's dance steps moved lightly, dancing and fluttering, like a fairy in the moon.

Lei Shaoxuan was helpless, so he had to focus on the girl's dance.

This poem is written for the girl's singing and dancing, to put it bluntly, it is to shoot the girl's singing and dancing, naturally it is good to say that it is good, and if it is bad, it is all up to the girl's words.

In fact, it doesn't mean much to see dancing or not, no matter how well you dance, the words must be written well.

Lei Shaoxuan tried his best to recall the words he had read describing the song and dance of beauties, and pieced together a poem.

Cloud Beauty:

The flute sound is hidden, the string sound bursts, the clouds turn over the shadows, the snow clouds drift back to the wind is light, the moths are about slightly invulnerable, and the slow dancing sleeves are light.

The sound is complex, the silk and bamboo are vertical and horizontal, the pearls are shining, and the song of the nine heavens is flying, who deserves to listen to the fairy sound.

"Who deserves to listen to Xianle?"

The girl was obviously very happy, and there was a shy look in her eyes: "Compare my singing voice to a fairy sound, mortals don't deserve to listen to it, where can I sing so well?"

Lei Shaoxuan's face did not change, and said: "The girl's slender waist dances like a fairy, and the vocal music is moving as a fairy, can you take off the light veil and see it?"

"That's not going to work. The girl chuckled, "If I don't follow the rules, I'll be expelled from the Guanghan Palace." But for the sake of your sweet honey and fascinated mouth, let you pass, you can go with me to see the flower girl. ”

MSI pouted, and sure enough, his skin was thick enough.

Or as the saying goes: thick skin, eat enough. Lei Shaoxuan blatantly relied on patting the beauty on the back to get by, so shameless.

Even MSI knew in his heart that although Lei Shaoxuan's words were written with some artistic conception, in fact, the whole poem was just a patchwork, and it was really not clever, and it was estimated that in the end, it would have to rely on Guanghan Palace to ask the master to change it before it could be inscribed on the wall.

But does it matter? The third level has passed.

The fourth floor of Guanghan Palace, Flower Pavilion.

Hua Niang Xiangjun sat on a chair, and two pretty girls stood behind her.

Hua Niang Xiangjun is Zhang Qianhua, the daughter of Zhang Qing.

On a gorgeous sandalwood round table, several side dishes have been arranged.

A plate of steamed sea bass, a plate of roasted venison, a plate of duck feet in sauce, a plate of white fungus, and a pot of wine.

Zhang Qianhua took a glass of wine in her hand, and handed it to Lei Shaoxuan with both hands.

"Mr. is very affectionate, it is the luck of Xiangjun to see Mr., please drink this cup. Zhang Qianhua said softly.

Lei Shaoxuan's eyes straightened, staring at the wine glass in Zhang Qianhua's hand and saying nothing, his expression was quite unnatural.

"I don't know if it costs money to drink this wine?"

Lei Shaoxuan said with a smile: "It is said that it costs five taels of silver to let Xiangjun toast a glass, and the money on me is probably only enough to buy wine, but not enough to toast." ”

Zhang Qianhua smiled when she heard this, and suddenly her eyes were full of autumn water.

She recognized Lei Shaoxuan.

He was one of the few Taixue students who did not let her accompany her at the banquet of Lanyue Pavilion, and the reason was that he had no money to toast.

MSI can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, it's a shame!

immediately woke up and realized that it was Lei Shaoxuan who was ashamed, not himself, he was a person from Guanghan Palace. Could it be that he regards Lei Shaoxuan as his own in his heart?

Do you like him? Do you really want to take care of him? MSI blushed.

"It is an honor for Xiangjun to drink with Mr., and there is no need for Mr. to offer flowers. Zhang Qianhua looked at Lei Shaoxuan and said softly.

Lei Shaoxuan took the wine glass and drank it all.

Put down the wine glass, breathe a sigh of relief, and said: "Xiangjun toast, it is a glass of clear water, and it is better than the world's fine wine." ”

"Wine beauties are more beautiful, although Xiangjun doesn't need money to accompany me to drink, but I am ashamed. Lei Shaoxuan looked at Zhang Qianhua and said, "It's really deserved, I want to perform a show for Xiangjun." ”

"What program?" Zhang Qianhua smiled slightly, quite interested.

"I'm a soldier, I can only use a knife, please Xiangjun use eight candles to put a two-core plum blossom pattern," Lei Shaoxuan said slowly: "After a knife, the plum blossoms float in the air, like fireworks flying away, very beautiful." ”

"I don't know if Xiangjun has heard of this show?" Lei Shaoxuan looked at Zhang Qianhua directly.

"Ahh

"I! I ......"

"I ......" was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Zhang Qianhua muttered, trembling all over, and took a few steps back.

"I will!" Zhang Qianhua said in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face, wetting her veil.

"I'll ...... right away"

Seeing this, MSI covered his mouth, shocked in his heart, as if things were not what he thought, and he felt a little out of control.

A little plum blossom cold wind blooms,

Two plum blossoms call snow flying,

Three plum blossoms are like a nong's face, smiling at the cold night Beidou leading the way,

......

Zhang Qianhua muttered, lighting the candles on the table one by one.

Eight candles, six-petal two-wicked plum blossom pattern.

Lei Shaoxuan took out the Zhan Qing knife and glanced at Zhang Qianhua, his figure flashing like a shadow.

Buzz! Buzz......

The blue knife sliced through the air, making a crisp humming sound.

Lei Shaoxuan's figure turned sharply, disappeared suddenly, turned into a gust of wind, and blew the plum blossom pattern of the candle.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant, and everything stopped.

Eight lit candles, cut by a knife and held up by the wind, floated into the air one by one beautiful sparks, like a dream.

Just like childhood memories. In the dark night, a tall figure waved a knife, and beautiful sparks floated up one by one, flying in the air.

"Daddy, plum blossom...... It's so pretty!" the little girl chased.