A moment later, on a large table, pens, ink, paper, and inkstones were all ready.

Under the gaze of everyone, Gu Bao picked up the brush and began to write poems.

At this time, inside the green building.

A gong sounded, and then someone said loudly: "Qi Niang is going to read the poem." ”

The entire green building suddenly became lively.

A lot of people huddled together, and some looked down from the windows.

I want to see who is so ignorant of life and death.

You know, it's not that no one wants to rely on talent and take Qi Niang away for nothing.

But Qi Niang has a net worth of hundreds of thousands, and her vision is high, how can it be so easy.

After a gong sounded, two sturdy men immediately stopped in front of the Qi Niang Flower Pavilion and were not allowed to enter or leave.

Obviously, I was afraid that someone would tell Qi Niang what the poet looked like, or who it was.

in the room.

A little girl hurriedly walked to the inner room and said, "Miss, someone has written a poem for you again?" ”

Qi Niang slept lazily in bed. , covered with a thin quilt.

Only the jade of the hao wrist is exposed. arm, a beautiful head of three thousand green silks.

She was holding a book in her hand and was perusing it.

I didn't raise my head when I heard the words, and I used a very soft voice.

The little girl sighed and said, "It's true, it doesn't let people see what people look like, and it's difficult for the young lady to choose." ”

Qi Niang was motionless and lay on the bed. looked at the book, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

The little girl sighed, as if she had become accustomed to all this.

She moved a bench, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and whispered, "Miss, don't you want to be ransomed?" ”

Qi Niang didn't look back, and said softly: "This is just a way for them to make money, how can I really be ransomed." ”

Her voice was crisp and graceful, and it was as intoxicating as a nightingale in the valley.

"How do I think it's okay?"

The little girl said: "That is, you can't see people, if you really agree to the rest, you can really be redeemed." ”

"If it's an old man of seventy or eighty, do I have to marry him?"

Qi Niang finally turned her face, and her face was pale. Skinny, with delicate facial features, and a face like a silver plate, although he looks very young, he is full of charm that girls do not have.

"What if it's a young man?"

The little girl muttered: "Don't say anything else, maybe there is still a chance to give it a try, if you don't try, when will the young lady want to redeem herself?" Although you have made a lot of money, it is far from the price of redemption, and now you are the first Oiran, and everyone holds it, if you are old and decrepit in the future......."

The little girl didn't continue, but the meaning was very clear.

Qi Niang sighed faintly, her charming eyes full of sadness.

If she is no longer the No. 1 Oiran in Chang'an in the future, she is old and decrepit, I am afraid that she will no longer be so easy.

If someone is willing to take a concubine, it's fine, otherwise I'm afraid that I really have to live that pair of jade. The days of the pillow of 10,000 arms.

At that time, not to mention that no one would let her choose, it was to choose him, but I am afraid that most of them were not a good idea.

Thinking of this, she is delicate. The body trembled.

The beautiful cheeks changed and changed, and she turned her head back and continued to read.

The little girl was anxious, "Miss, you can't be like this, you don't care about anything like this, in case one day you ........"

Qi Niang did not speak.

The little girl sighed, Qi Niang is kind, but she has no heart at all.

And there is no opinion.

If it weren't for Qi Niang being very kind to her and never treating her as a maid, she wouldn't be nosy at all.

But when she thought that the kind young lady would be bullied in the future and would be unkind, she felt that she couldn't do it.

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"Done!"

Gu Bao threw the brush away and put his hands behind his back, so he was not chic.

The crowd rushed up.

Someone said, "There will be wine."

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone......."

As the man spoke, the faces of all the people around him changed.

At first, there was ridicule, and gradually became serious, and when I thought that life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I was born to be useful, and when my daughter came back after being gone, many people couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Looking at Gu Bao's eyes, he instantly became hot.

Those who can stay again may not have much knowledge, but they still have the ability to appreciate talent.

Gu Bao's "Will Enter the Wine" can definitely be passed down through the ages.

"After the poet immortal, I didn't expect another great talent to be born, this son is a great talent." “

"I don't think it's worse than Shixian!"

Xiao San was surprised and happy in his heart, listening to the people around him, his evaluation of Gu Bao was like evaluating himself.

The heart was already happy, looking at Gu Bao's eyes, full of admiration.

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"Five-flowered horses, daughters and horses, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

In the room, after the little girl finished reading, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "Whose work is this?" It's so talented. ”

After Qi Niang listened, she also turned around again, she stretched out her jade lotus-like arm, and said softly: "Take it here, let me see." ”

"Miss, this person is too talented, he must be a contemporary master."

The little girl's name is Pu Liu, she is petite and cute, she is relaxed and happy with Qi Niang, and naturally she has learned a lot of things.

For such a good work, it is natural to appreciate it.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

After reading these two sentences, Qi Niang's eyes were in a trance, and she murmured: "There are such talented people in the world, and they actually did it for me." ”

"Miss, it must be a contemporary master."

The little girl hurriedly said: "Hurry up and agree, at least you won't suffer if you follow him." ”

Qi Niang smiled: "Famous? Which master? ”

"Maybe it's Wang Bo. I heard that he was in the capital recently. ”

Qi Niang's head swayed slightly, "I have read Wang Bo's works, but they are not like this." ”

"Could it be Gu Taibao?"

"Gu Taibao?"

"It's the poet."

"I have also read his works, and most of them are love. Love, it seems, is also his style. ”

"Leave it alone."

Pu Liu said: "I finally have a good work, and if Miss doesn't choose it, I'm afraid that there will really be no choice." ”

Qi Niang is still sitting in the quilt, half lying on the bed. , worried: "But if he is seventy or eighty years old. What should I do? ”

"What if it wasn't?"

"But if you are an uncle in your forties or fifties, you are also afraid of people. I'm so delicate. Tender. I don't want to marry those people. ”

"What's wrong with uncle."

Pu Liu muttered, "Is the beard a teenager Langjun?" ”

Qi Niangdai's eyebrows condensed, "Just looking at the artistic conception in this work, it is not made by the young man." ”

Seeing that Miss began to hesitate again, Pu Liu couldn't stand it anymore and threatened: "Miss, are you still leaving?" ”