Mu Yang finished singing, and the smoke and rain building erupted in warm cheers.

Chen Zheng also thought that she sang very well, although she didn't understand what she was singing at once, but the tune was tactful, the singing was melodious, and it sounded very comfortable.

Besides, looking at Xiao Zan's expression, you can know that this poem is really good.

At this time, Xiao Zan's eyes were red, and his figure looked as if he was eager to fly up to the second floor.

Xiao Zan's performance, Chen Zheng saw it for the first time, and it is conceivable that this song should be quite good.

Sure enough, after Xiao Zan calmed down, he turned his head to look at Zhong Zilu and said sarcastically: "Zhong Zilu, how is this word written?" How does this song go? See how you win! ”

Zhong Zilu snorted coldly and said, "The words are well written, and the songs are sung well, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't win!" ”

The two were-for-tat, and Chen Zheng was also a little helpless.

But fortunately, the argument between the two was still under control, so Chen Zheng didn't care about it, sat down by himself, drank tea, ate a piece of melon, and enjoyed himself.

"You're just quibbling!" Xiao Zan said unconvinced.

The corners of Zhong Zilu's mouth twitched, and he said: "Her lyrics are really amazing at first hearing, but they are tasteless." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Xiao Zan asked.

Zhong Zilu put his hands behind his back and said, "Now that summer has just begun, how can there be any 'deep autumn lament'?" ”

"This is the artistic conception, understand?" Xiao Zan argued.

Zhong Zilu smiled and said, "It's even more ridiculous to sleep on a lonely pillow under Xia Yan!" ”

"What's so ridiculous?" Xiao Zan was puzzled, "Didn't you show the feeling of loneliness and loneliness?" ”

Zhong Zilu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? It seems that you have also been trained by famous masters? ”

"Of course!" Xiao Zan said proudly, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and say, why is it ridiculous?" ”

"As far as I know, Na Mu Yang is not a Qing man in Chunfang Building, presumably he is happy in the cave room every night. The red waves on the couch have thousands of sails, leaving only a little snow to reflect the red. Zhong Zilu said with a smile.

Xiao Zan listened, with a black line on his face, he didn't expect that this Mu Yang would be so profligate, a little miscalculated.

"Huh? I remember that this Xiao Gongzi wanted to redeem himself for Mu Yang and keep him at home, I don't know if he is still interested now? Zhong Zilu asked rhetorically.

Xiao Zan felt a chill when he thought of the "couch on a thousand sails" that Zhong Zilu said just now, where did he still get interested?

Chen Zheng's attainment in poetry is not high, and he did not understand the meaning of Zhong Zilu's last two poems.

However, now when I look at Xiao Zan's expression and make up the scene in my brain, I suddenly understand.

Scholars even talk about such dirty things so elegantly.

At this moment, it was a little cold, and Chen Zheng said with a smile: "Brother Zhong is right. ”

"Oh? Brother Chen also understands poetry? Zhong Zilu asked, he remembered that when Chen Zheng introduced himself just now, he said that he was a carpenter.

Chen Zheng is not very good at appreciating poetry, that is, when he was in Chinese class that year, he memorized a few more poems.

"A little bit of understanding, a little understanding." Chen Zheng hurriedly said.

However, when the word "slightly understood" sounded to Zhong Zilu, it was completely Chen Zheng's modest rhetoric, and generally said that if he understood a little, it must have been studied quite profoundly.

So, Zhong Zilu asked, "Then I don't know what Brother Chen thinks of Mu Yang's poem?" ”

Chen Zheng was stunned, what insight could he have? I don't understand much, how do you understand?

However, when intersecting with readers, you must not be timid, otherwise the other party will definitely look down on you.

Thinking about what Zhong Zilu had said before, Chen Zheng smiled and said, "It's just to be worried about giving new words." ”

Zhong Zilu's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he nodded and praised: "Brother Chen's poetry attainments are quite not low, and he is admired for his words." ”

Chen Zheng was a little embarrassed to be praised, and hurriedly said politely: "Brother Zhong has a good reputation, this article is natural, and it is a clever hand." It's not a credit to you. ”

"The article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it!" Zhong Zilu exclaimed, "Brother Chen is really talented, he will come as soon as he opens his mouth, if he is humble, wouldn't he be slapped in the face?" ”

"......" Chen Zheng stopped talking, he felt that the more he explained, the greater the misunderstanding.

At this time, Xiao Zan opened his mouth and said, "Next, it's your Meng Junzhu who is on the field, right?" ”

The three words "Meng Junzhu" immediately attracted Zhong Zilu, turned to look at the platform on the second floor, and no longer paid attention to the two.

Sure enough, after receiving everyone's cheers and applause, Mu Yang went down.

Subsequently, the old bustard came to the stage and announced that the next performance was Meng Junzhu of Yanyulou.

Meng Junzhu's popularity does not seem to be as high as Mu Yanggao, and the cheers in the audience are much less than before.

As a Qing Qi person, she doesn't sell her body as much as she sells, and she doesn't show up as many times as Mu Yangda, and her popularity can't compare to her, which is normal.

However, as a Qing Qi person, this identity makes Meng Junzhu inexplicably more mysterious.

For men, what you don't get is always the best.

Although Mu Yang is beautiful, glamorous, and charming, as long as you have the price in place, you can be her guest in the curtain.

And Meng Junzhu is different, no matter how much you bid, there is no chance.

Legend has it that there was a rich man in Kyoto who passed by Hongjiang Mansion and knew that there was Meng Junzhu in Yanyulou, and he bid a thousand taels just for a night of spring supper.

However, Meng Junzhu was completely unmoved and refused directly.

This caused a great sensation at the time, and Meng Junzhu was also famous.

Regarding this rumor, Chen Zheng naturally did not believe it.

Obviously, this rumor is just to build momentum for Meng Junzhu, and in fact, this publicity is also quite successful.

Everyone craned their necks, wanting to see the true face of this Qingqi man who raised Hongjiang Mansion.

However, it disappointed them.

I saw that on the platform on the second floor, a piece of gauze tent was pulled from both sides and blocked the front.

Everyone only saw one person slowly coming, under the candlelight, the figure smiled exquisitely, but the appearance was not clear at all.

"What? Don't you show up? ”

"I didn't show up at the last. I didn't even show up for this singing, I looked down on us so much! ”

Many spectators began to coax, but most of these people were cheering for Mu Yang just now, so naturally they didn't have anything good to say about Meng Junzhu.

"What is your identity, and you don't pee and take photos, are you worthy of seeing Meng Junzhu's true face?"

"Toad wants to eat swan fart!"

Meng Junzhu and Mu Yang's respective supporters began to attack each other and refused to give in to each other.

Meng Junzhu on the second floor didn't seem to be affected, and after Chen Zheng saw her saluting him slightly, the accompaniment of the band sounded.

Chen Zheng knew that Meng Junzhu was greeting Zhong Zilu, not him.

Through the gauze tent, a tactful new word was sung from Meng Junzhu's mouth.

"A water pavilion is slim, and half of it is swaying. And the lotus step is held on the waist, who is the most pretty?

A few degrees of time are wasted, and three points of laziness disappear slightly. However, I was sad to accompany the dynasty and throw away that Shaohua. ”

A song of Xijiangyue, passed into everyone's ears through the gauze tent, and it looked even more ethereal and wonderful.