"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look."

In the cheers of everyone, Huang's mother read the first line of the poem.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look." Someone silently read out the first sentence.

The man was a little stupid, his eyes were blazing, as if a light had entered his mind.

The light spread out, turned into a cloud, turned into a flower, and turned into a beauty.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman was born from the light, her clothes flowing like clouds, her face as beautiful as flowers.

He was a little drunk, drunk in his mind, drunk in the arms of a beautiful woman.

Huang's mother didn't read on, she looked at everyone's reactions.

Obsession, fantasy, as if she had seen the poem for the first time.

She's not a poet, and she's not a talented person.

At most, she'll know a few words.

"As you think, this poem written by the prefectural magistrate is also a popular poem."

In order not to interrupt everyone's fantasies, she lowered her voice.

There is no need for her to use too much noise at this time.

Because the room was quiet, she just silently read the poem she had just recited.

After she finished speaking, an old man with white hair and white robe walked out from behind, and he said with a smile: "If an immortal writes a vulgar poem, it can no longer be called a vulgar poem." ”

Seeing the comer, Huang's mother immediately bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Duan."

"Mr. Duan." Someone cheered.

"It's Mr. Duan."

......

"Meet Mr. Duan in his later life."

There was no one to command, and everyone bowed their hands in unison.

Since the establishment of the Great Jin Dynasty, Mr. Duan has been working tirelessly, annotating righteousness, and lecturing literature, and now he is still in his eighties.

The current prosperity of Dajin literature can be said to be his own credit.

He is the teacher of all the scholars in Dajin.

No one else deserves this worship except him.

Duan Wenyao nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Gentle, kind, and old.

"Get up."

Everyone thanked them.

Duan Wenyao said: "Readers, you must be humble, you must learn, not be limited to how good your own poems are, but to discover how good other people's poems are." It is said that there is no first and no second, you questioned me and I heard it, and I agreed, so I came out to explain to you why Yan Shi and I wanted to make this "Qingping Tune" the top of the list? ”

"Everyone's poems are very good, but have you ever thought about what is missing in your poems?"

The crowd bowed their heads in contemplation, but no one answered.

Even if they had an answer in their hearts, even if the answer in their hearts was the same as the answer in Mr. Duan's heart, they didn't say it.

Because they thought that if this answer was wrong, they would leave a bad impression in Mr. Duan's heart.

Mr. Duan shook his head, and he continued: "Your poems, or our poems, lack imagination, our thoughts are like being limited by anything, imprisoned, dare not think, dare not speak, dare not write, but "Qingping Tune" is different, "Water Tune Song Head" is different, Chu County Order is different, he dares to think, he dares to look to the sky to think, dare to look deep to think. ”

He said earnestly: "Children, although there are only a few books in the imperial examination every year, we can't just read those books!" This is what I want to say to you, and it is also the reason why I rated "Qingping Tune" as the top of the list. ”

"Thank you for your late life."

Everyone knelt.

No disputes, no objections, some just heartfelt gratitude, some just head-to-toe respect.

"Alright, let's all get up." Duan Wenyao waved his hand and said to Huang's mother, "Huang's mother, please continue." ”

Mother Huang nodded.

In the midst of the sound of standing in unison, she read slowly.

"Qingping Tune".

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

Her voice was faint, and even though she was a woman, she seemed to be thinking about some beautiful woman.

Duan Wenyao also smiled slightly, this is a smile of remembrance, even if he has read this poem many times, but every time he looks at it, his heart will always think of her wife who has been dead for many years.

Everyone muttered stupidly.

They don't know when the poem will end, and they don't know how they will get out of the boat.

They only know that the top of the list of the Linlang Poetry Club is Truman, which is "Qingping Tune".

Of course, the poem's impact is far less than that.

Since this night, the imperial examination system of the Great Jin Dynasty has changed, the scope of the examination is no longer limited, and the questions are much broader.

The popular poems of the Great Jin Dynasty have become more numerous, and the style of the Great Jin Dynasty has become broader.

The fifth floor of the Flower Boat.

Even though the poetry club has dispersed, the place is still brightly lit.

This floor is not very large, with only a few rooms.

In the largest room, in addition to the standing maid, there were four maidens.

The girls were holding a piece of rice paper, arguing with red faces.

The extremely beautiful face also became a little more beautiful because of this crimson.

What is the reason why the most beautiful beauties in Yangzhou County quarrel so fiercely?

"This poem was written by me, and at the beginning of the Linlang Poetry Club, I was the only one who went out to meet everyone, and it must have been the county magistrate who saw me at that time."

This was said by the woman sitting at the top.

She gasped as she said this, and her breasts, which were nearly twice as large as the other three women, shook with her breathing.

She also deliberately stood up, showing her strong capital.

Behind her was a young girl wearing a veil, her eyes fixed on the person who spoke, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

These two are the two top names of Wanhualou.

The one with her chest up was the girl with the cigarette, and the woman with the veil behind her was the woman Truman had seen at the Lantern Festival.

"Sister Hua Yao, did you say that I wrote it?" Fang Yan turned his head and said to the masked woman.

Hua Yao smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Yes, yes, it is Sister Fangyan who wrote it." ”

After she finished speaking, the girl opposite was obviously unhappy.

This young woman's appearance is also extremely beautiful, but it is obviously inferior to the two of Wanhualou.

She had to wear much less of her clothes than the other three, revealing the furrows on her breasts.

She also deliberately squeezed her chest and competed with the other side.

But even if she squeezed desperately, she still couldn't get enough of the other side.

She had to put her arms down in a huff.

Although her chest is not compared, her words have not fallen behind.

"You are all from Wanhualou, naturally you are speaking for your own family, you have gone down with smoke, haven't I ever gone down? Although I deliberately didn't look good, in case the prefectural magistrate saw me, I don't know what I did. ”

After she finished speaking, Fang Yan immediately competed and said, "You said that you are dressed ugly, and the county magistrate will still look at you?" And you really think you're good-looking, if it weren't for the fact that you have a place in Cuihualou, your appearance would be worthy of appearing on this colorful flower boat. ”

"You!" She was so angry that she almost couldn't catch it in one breath.

"Sister Fangyan, let Sister Yueyue go." Another young girl sitting next to her spoke.

Her tone was flat, and there was no emotion contained in it.

This girl is also like Hua Yao, and she doesn't want to argue with them.

Her gaze did not stare at it, but at the verses on the rice paper.

She sat there gently and quietly.

It seems that she alone is a heaven and earth.

She was not wearing a veil, and she could see her face clearly.

The cheeks are condensed with new li, the nose is greasy and goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable, and her appearance is still better than that of the smoke girl.

The most striking thing is her eyes, clear and bright, and the pair of long eyelashes flutter slightly, like butterflies about to dance.

Her name is Qiguan Changxi, and among the four people, she is the only one who has entered the beauty list.

On top of the last year's list, she ranked eighth.

But even so, Fang Yan didn't give her face, and she still somewhat agreed with the former's appearance.

But she is not short of capital, she once again straightens her chest, which is her pride.

Moreover, she has also seen a more beautiful beauty than the eighth on the beauty list.

Fang Yan deliberately turned his head and looked towards Hua Yao.

If this person unveils the veil, I'm afraid that the entire Dajin will tremble twice.

Fangyan opened her mouth and said, "Qiguan Changxi, are you ordering me or begging me in this sentence?" If it's begging me, I can think about it, but if that's what you mean by commanding me....."

Fang Yan didn't give the other side a chance to continue talking, "Don't think that your Flower Pavilion is now pressing our Wanhualou, and my Fang Yan will be jealous of you, but it's just a little bit of a posture, as if no one has a posture." ”

Qiguan Changxi raised his head and said lightly: "They are all out for sale, and no one is more noble, so you don't have to be afraid of me." ”

It is not wrong to say that it is for sale.

But unlike ordinary prostitutes, they don't sell themselves.

They need to keep their bodies absolutely clean, so that more people will flock to them, and more people will come up with money for them.

So even if they want to sell themselves, mothers are not allowed to do so.

In Truman's previous life.

These four are celebrities, mothers are agents, and brothels are their companies.

But this is ancient society, and they are not as noble as stars.

Even if they are loved by many people, they are just prostitutes.

Qi Guan Changxi undoubtedly spoke to everyone's hearts.

"You don't deserve my jealousy." Fang Yan was not as spicy as Fang Cai, and after she said something lightly, she stopped talking.

After a while, she shouted outside, "Mother Huang, the county magistrate can come up tonight." ”

There was no Huang's mother outside the door, and a maid consciously ran out to spread the word.

After a long time, Huang's mother walked out of the door and said, "The county magistrate left a long time ago, the girls are tired, go back and rest early." ”

"It's boring, I want to ask who he's doing at this time?" The smoke snorted.

Then he stood up violently, causing his chest to shake violently.

She glanced at her chest with some disgust, then pulled Hua Yao up and walked into the room.

Soon, only Qiguan Changxi was left in the room.

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

She read the poem and suddenly smiled again.

Her gaze looked not far away, as if she wanted to see a figure on the screen carved from rosewood.