At this time, Zhang Xiaowu went to a private room with a single seat, and even the officials who were sycophants were driven away by Zhang Biao, and only two maids were left in the room. Zhang Biao then asked the maid to serve tea and snacks, with a look of excitement and excitement, Zhang Xiaowu was a little flustered, this guy shouldn't be an old glass, right? Zhang Biao continued to instruct: "Hurry up and invite everyone Ru Niang to come over, Miss Ru Niang is the most able to compose poems into rhyme, and she will play and sing for the two of us on the piano for you, I will drink tea and taste poems, so happy, so happy." I can actually see such a masterpiece today, when the floating life is a big deal, it's a pity that I don't drink well, and I have to preside over this Mingyuelou poetry meeting at night, otherwise I will have to get drunk with you. Hahahaha, hurry! Hurry! Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

Zhang Xiaowu saw his crazy expression when he talked about poetry, and knew that this person really regarded poetry as his life. This person is too interesting, with a good future, easy wealth, and the identity of the country's uncle, he just delved into poetry, which makes people feel as if he is not doing his job. In terms of the world, there are few people who are more happy than Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao is not greedy for money, lust and power, he only likes to do scholarship and study poetry, and he does do what he likes to live. Now that Zhang Biao, a university scholar, lives a fine life of fine clothes and food, and can also help talented but unsuccessful civilian children, such a comfortable and self-disciplined life, I don't know how many people are envious and jealous.

Therefore, reincarnation is a technical job, and Zhang Biao is reincarnated, so he is so carefree in this life.

Zhang Biao's appreciation of Zhang Xiaowu was indeed only focused on his poems, even though he knew that Zhang Xiaowu had a conflict with his sister Empress Dowager Zhang, but it did not prevent him from associating with Zhang Xiaowu. Of course, Zhang Biao actually only knew that Zhang Xiaowu killed a person next to his sister, and he didn't know that this person was Empress Dowager Zhang's grandmother, let alone that the idea of killing the old mother was decided by the emperor.

What Zhang Biao and Zhang Xiaowu talked about was nothing more than writing poems against each other, but Zhang Xiaowu was really not good at this, so he excused himself by saying that he had lived a military life for a long time and was not good at writing poems. Zhang Biao smiled and asked if you are not good at writing poetry, you don't call yourself a poet, then there is no one in the world who is better at writing poetry.

Zhang Xiaowu said with a smile: "The article is natural, and the magic hand can get it." is busy with military affairs, this fuss is indeed a sudden inspiration, where can he be called a poet. ”

"The article is made by nature, and it is a clever hand? Good poetry! Good poetry! Zhang Biao applauded, "The first words and deeds reveal the charm of the poet." First of all, do you know how people will remember you in a hundred years? ”

Zhang Xiaowu shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Zhang Biao said: "People will say that you are a poet born in the wrong martial arts, no matter how rich and powerful, no matter how high the power, it will only be a joke after a hundred years." But poetry can stay in the world forever, can enjoy the praise of the world forever, think about the future generations singing your poems, how proud and proud. First of all, I want to compile a book of poetry for this dynasty, called "Poems of the Holy Han", in the history of the Holy Han Dynasty for more than 300 years, I have selected 300 masterpieces, among which there must be two of your masterpieces, one is "Will Return", and the other is the one you just left...... First of all, I don't know if you can name this poem just now? ”

Zhang Xiaowu said: "No, I also asked the university scholar to give a name, I don't like to name it the most." ”

Zhang Biao laughed, then thought about it carefully, and said with words in his mouth: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, Outer Building, when will Longdu sing and dance." The warm wind smoked the scholars drunk, and Li Min had no worries. We sit in the well and watch the sky without asking about the world, in fact, it is just self-absorption, but when we walk out of this bright moon building, how can we really not ask the common people and the world, when will the singing and dancing be rested, when will they be off. Let's call it "Inscription Mingyue Tower", and let outsiders remember that the Mingyue Building Poetry Club is not only a poetry meeting of literati and ink writers, but also many talented and beautiful women who are worried about the country and the people. ”

"Okay, it's called "Inscription Mingyue Tower"." Zhang Xiaowu nodded and smiled, after all, the original poem was called "Title Lin'an Residence", which is not a beautiful name.

At this time, a girl with a curvy figure walked in with a guqin, Zhang Xiaowu's eyes suddenly lit up, this girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, her face was delicate and lovely, giving people a feeling of pity when I saw it, although it was not glamorous, but people couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but this woman gave people an illusion of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and it really won people's brilliance.

"Miss Ru Niang, you're here." Zhang Biao said with a smile and introduced: "Miss Ru Niang's singing voice is famous in Longdu, and many dignitaries can't hear it if they want to. If you hadn't made such a masterpiece today, I wouldn't have dared to invite Miss Ru Niang. ”

Miss Ru Niang saluted the two and said, "Ru Niang, the slave family, I have seen two adults. ”

"Ru Niang, I know that you have always liked to compose music with poems, and now there is a poem, which is the work of this young man next to me, I wrote it to you, you can play and sing it, can you?" Zhang Biao asked.

Ru Niang Ru Niang stepped forward, took the poem written by Zhang Biao, and after reading it carefully, a pair of snowy eyes were full of brilliance in an instant, and her breathtaking gaze suddenly converged on Zhang Xiaowu, and asked: "Mr. Gaozuo, Ru Niang is the first time to see such a beautiful poem today, and it is a great blessing in life." Mr. rest assured, Ru Niang will definitely not live up to Mr. Master's masterpiece, and wait for me to play and sing carefully. ”

Zhang Xiaowu smiled and said, "I believe that Miss Ru Niang will be able to play and sing well." For playing and singing, his deepest impression is naturally that the rough man Zang Tianshuo plays and sings the song "Friend" by himself, and his idol Daolang is playing the guitar and singing the ballad of Biansai, which has a unique taste. Some people like Cui Jian's rock-style playing and singing, but what Zhang Xiaowu likes is vulgarity, that is, the kind of knife-like vulgarity in Na Ying's mouth, and the kind of side-plug style ballads.

After Ru Niang looked at it a few times, she kept this poem in her heart, and then squinted her eyes and thought about it, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she said, "How about I sing to the two adults?" ”

"Good, good, good."

Ru Niang's voice is crisp and lovely, and the guqin is played even better, she took a deep breath, the jade fingers began to fluctuate on the guqin, the sound is like a heavenly sound, like moving, just a prelude, it seems to let people see a song and dance leveling. With the beautiful sound of the piano, Ru Niang's tactful and distant singing voice slowly flowed out.

Outside the mountain, the green mountain building is outside the building, and the dragon song and dance will be closed.

The warm wind smoked the scholars drunk, and Li Min had no worries.

For a while, Ru Niang's voice was like a trickle of water, telling the good times of Longdu City, and the hardships and hardships of the people outside Longdu City. The song is melodious and ethereal, telling a story in the eloquent voice, a scholar who worries about the country and the people, the left side sees the hardships of the people's life, and the right side sees the poet's extravagant life. In contrast, the scholar worries about the country and the people, and scolds his companions for being immersed in fun and not thinking about serving the country.