"Chunshui, is there a new work recently?"

Kong Rui is a frequent visitor to Cuiyu Tower, and she is also a guest of Spring Water, and it is better to listen to her breathing than singing. Chunshui Shi Shiran said: "I just got a new poem yesterday, and I have composed a song that I have not sung yet, or there is something inappropriate. If Lang Jun does not give up, Chunshui will dare to sing it to all Lang Jun for appreciation. ”

The young uncle who loved to pat on the back just now smiled: "Haven't sung yet? Then wouldn't I have the honor to enjoy the jasper and broken melons today? ”

When jasper breaks melons, it comes from the "Jasper Song" of Yuefu in the Six Dynasties, which originally refers to a woman's adulthood at the age of sixteen, and then gradually evolved into the meaning of a virgin broken body. Uncle Young's words are placed in the Qinglou, although it is not very obscene, but Chunshui is also a famous singer, mainly singing and entertaining people, but not everyone can get involved in one or two, hearing these in person, his face changed slightly unnatural.

Kong Rui smiled: "It seems that the young uncle is moved by Mu Ai's thoughts...... In this way, today's Yanji, if you make a good poem, I will fund it and invite you to spend the night with Chunshui. ”

Zhang Mo, who had never been silent on the side, frowned slightly when he heard this, glanced at Chunshui, but didn't say anything. Chunshui's eyes swirled around Kong Rui, seeing that he was not joking, he slowly lowered his head again, and only after a while did he raise his head and smile: "Exactly, if Langjun makes a good poem, I am willing to recommend myself for a pillow!" ”

"Good! Talented beauty, in the future, I will have another good story in the Qingge Society! Yuan Si and Ming Chu coaxed: "Chunshui lady, you can't favor the young uncle, what if we make good poems?" ”

Chunshui bloomed with a bright smile like the bright moon, and said: "This is difficult for me, the slave family has only one body, how can I serve several Langjun?" It's better to make a bet, which Lang Jun's poems are the best, and the slave family will accompany him. ”

"That's fairest!" The young uncle stood up with a smile and said: "Here I have the worst poetry, so I will throw bricks and lead the jade, and offer ugliness first, please judge the brothers and the lady!" ”

He paced back and forth a few steps and chanted: "There was a banquet in Taoyuan Cave, a song of Luan Song Feng." When I remember goodbye for a long time, the waning moon is heavy and the flowers are heavy. ”

"Top!" Yuan Si high-fived and praised: "In the depths of the peach source, a song of Luan, unforgettable beauty is strong, only when the moon and flowers fall, how sad should it be?" Writing about love and scenes, I have exhausted my heart for the spring water. I can't admit it, so I won't be cheeky to fight with you! ”

"Uncle Young's poems are good, and Yuan Si's evaluation is also good, and we don't think we can do it!" Everyone expressed their stance one after another, making it clear that they wanted to send their uncle to be the *** lang of spring water.

Unexpectedly, Ming Chu did not give up, and said: "I got a good sentence last night, and I was really itchy, so I also recited it, and asked my brothers to evaluate it." He got up, stood with his hands in his hands, and said: "The west wind blows the curtain, and the moon shadow of the painting building is cold." Delicate and affectionate, ashamed to twist the heart. ”

Everyone looked at each other, I don't know what to do, this poem is on par with the previous poem, in fact, it is not of the highest quality, but everyone is not forming an association to compete for strengths and weaknesses, but to keep warm in a group, and to unite with the outside world, so no matter who they support, they will offend the other, and they will be silent for a while.

Kong Rui is the leader of the association, others can't speak, he said it is okay, and said with a smile: "The poetry of the early Ming Dynasty is more interesting and interesting, I think it can be the best quality." ”

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he was happy and arched his hand: "Uncle, admit it!" ”

Uncle Young was not annoyed, rolled his eyes, and said: "We don't even count what we said, today is Chunshui as a poetry supervisor, she assesses who is the best grade, it is the best grade, and others must not dispute!" ”

Yuan sighed and said, "Poetry supervisor? ”

"There is a wine supervisor for the wine order, and there must naturally be a poetry supervisor for poetry, otherwise how to distinguish the winner from the loser?"

Listening to what he said, everyone said that they would let Chunshui be the poetry supervisor for the two poems. Chunshui is a singer, her status is low, and it is not good to comment on who is superior, when she is helpless, she suddenly heard Zhang Mo say: "I'm here to have a fun too!" ”

Kong Rui was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said: "It's rare to have Yaxing, hurry, I'm going to talk about it." ”

Zhang Mo'an sat still, tapped a few cases with his hand, and in an instant the poem was completed, and he chanted: "The spring breeze is swaying, and the weather is clean and green." The peach contains red calyx and purple buds, and the sun is scorching in paradise. The curtain is tied to the jade feast, and Qin blows the strings of the Lu girl. The daughter hired a smile to buy a new year. ”

After the poem was chanted, there was silence. At that time, five words were precious, and seven words of ancient poetry could not be put on the stage, but at least they could not enter the mainstream.

However, in terms of poetry alone, Zhang Mo is better than his uncle and the early Ming Dynasty. Chunshui didn't need to deliberately avoid his eyes at this time, he looked straight at Zhang Mo, two lines of tears ran down his cheeks, and said: "The three Lang Jun are all famous people in Zhuji, and the poems must be excellent." It's just that the slave family is shallow, and if you listen carefully, Qi Qin blows the Lu female strings, and the daughter hires a smile to buy Fang Nian. Two lines of poetry exhaust my life experience, and I cry when I hear it! ”

Poetry is meaningful, what could be more convincing than a beautiful woman's tears? In this round of competition, Zhang Mo won without suspense. Originally, it was nothing to lose to the five-colored dragon luan of the famous Sanwu, but when it came to the spring night of the beauty, the young uncle was a little impulsive, stood up Teng, and said: "Five words are seven words, what else do you have to say?" At the beginning of tomorrow, let's go! ”

Ming Chu hesitated for a moment, looked at Kong Rui's face, and said, "Uncle, it's just a discussion of poetry among friends, don't be rash!" ”

"You! Hum! ”

The young uncle raised his sleeves and wanted to go, Kong Rui reprimanded: "Young uncle, the Qingge Society has just been established, and you are going to make trouble?" Sit down, get it out, you don't have to make people laugh. ”

The young uncle was still unwilling to give up, and at this time, only Zhang Mo came out to say a polite word to calm the young uncle's emotions. But Zhang Mo sighed, stood up, and said, "I have something at home, take the first step, and you can sit down." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went out without hesitation, Kong Rui was just about to open his mouth to stay, but the others were eager for him to leave quickly, and it was not good to disobey the will of the people, and there was a pity in their hearts. With Zhang Mo's reputation, if he can stay in the Qingge Society, it will definitely be a big help when he fights against Yuyao's Jiuzi Society in the future, but it's a pity!

Zhang Mo went downstairs, and the cold wind penetrated his mouth and nose, and he immediately became extremely sober. He had received the favor of Kong Rui before, so this invitation could not be shirked, so he could only go to the appointment to join the company. I was going to endure the cheesiness of the room and just be a bystander, but after all, it was not enough to be different, and if I stayed any longer, I was really afraid that I would be sick.

Suddenly, the long song of spring water came from the window on the second floor, "The water is bright and sunny", Zhang Mo was shocked, and stood in the cold wind and listened: "...... The mountains are empty and rainy...... I want to compare West Lake to Xizi ......"

The latter sentence was not very clear, he was so anxious that he almost fainted, he actually lifted the cloth robe, trotted all the way upstairs, ignored the surprised eyes of Kong Rui and others, and asked loudly: "If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, what is the last sentence?" ”

When Chunshui saw Zhang Mo go and return, he stood up happily, and could no longer hide his thoughts, and said stupidly: "You...... You're back......"

Not to mention others now, even Kong Rui can see that the person Chunshui really likes is this Zhang Mo Zhang Budo, his face sank, and his eyes became a little violent.

He only treats Chunshui as a plaything, and gives it to his uncle like Fang Cai, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, or Zhang Mo is no problem to play all night, but if Chunshui really likes Zhang Mo, the nature will be completely different.

It is his reward to give to others,

can be tempting, it is a slap in the face!

Although everyone didn't dare to show a different color, he already felt a hot pain on his face!

Zhuji, no one dares to hurt his Kong Rui's face!

Zhang Mo didn't notice all these changes, but kept asking: "What is the last sentence?" ”

Chunshui reacted from joy, glanced at Kong Rui worriedly, saw that his expression was as usual, his heart was slightly relieved, and he sang: "If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup...... If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup......"

Her singing voice is like morning dew sliding down the lotus leaves, and even the traces inside the lotus leaves are smeared with fresh greenery, especially when she jumps lightly around the corner, with a bit of playfulness and vividness, and then smacks into the thick and boundless land, witnessing the birth and erection of life.

But even better than the song are these four verses:

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

Zhang Mo seemed to have stripped his soul from the song, and flew to that night, outside Wuxian County, between the rivers, a person made a deafening sound in the simple cabin:

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

Two seven words, two swan songs!

Only he can write such a poem, and only he can write such a seven-character poem that is beyond the world!

Chunshui sang repeatedly, listening to everyone fascinated, and when the song ended, the young uncle praised: "I read Liezi before, saying that Han E was too Qi, and the song begged for food, and the aftermath lingered for three days, and today I know that honesty is not deceiving." Spring Water Lady, who wrote this poem? What is your name? ”

This poem came from Qiantang, and I don't know who wrote it. As for the name, I remember it being called "After the Rain in Qiantang Lake". ”

Qiantang Lake......

Yuan sighed and said suddenly: "It turns out that the West Lake in the legend of the White Snake is really Qiantang Lake......

Kong Rui was not interested in this, looked at Zhang Mo, his heart was full of doubts, and said: "No doubt, if you first heard this poem, how would you know that there are only four sentences?" When I heard you ask about Chunshui, what you keep saying is what the last sentence is......"

Because this kind of poetry is unprecedented, with seven words and four sentences as a poem, there are rules for rhyme and rhythm, but ...... It's just that I don't know what this rule is......"

Zhang Mo turned his head and saw that the poem he had just written was copied onto the paper by Chunshui, grabbed the torn pieces, raised his hand and threw it downstairs, and said: "This rubble work makes the rattan paper humiliated." ”

Then he laughed and said: "Seven words are here, I am not alone." From now on, Qiantang Lake will be named West Lake! ”

The sleeves of the robe flew up, the cloth robe was like brocade, Zhang Mo walked away, and his chic demeanor was not erased in Chunshui's mind for a long time.