At this time in the room, Yu Xuanji is dressing up in front of the bronze mirror, and she will perform later, at this time her maid Green Jin is helping her to coil her hair, and her mouth is not idle, and she is talking with her own lady with a smile: "Miss, how do you say that Cao Gongzi is so powerful, he was only fourteen years old before and came to Miss to compete with Shen Gongzi and was jealous, but he never showed any talent, only knew that he was the son of an official eunuch, and then he didn't come for more than a year, according to outsiders, Cao Gongzi was seriously ill at the beginning, and he was not lightly ill, I often do some stupid things, but today, my behavior is very polite and decent, and my poetry is a little scary. ”

"Jin'er, I also think that this Cao Gongzi is like a different person, I went out to perform just now, he looked at me with strange eyes, as if he didn't know him, and he didn't have the feeling of a young boy before, except for staring at me for a while at the beginning, and then he didn't look at me much, is it because I have become ugly this year?"

After speaking, he covered his face with his hand, which made Lu Jin laugh coquettishly, "If Miss said that even you have to worry about becoming ugly, then wouldn't the vast majority of women in Jiangning City not want to live, but Cao Gongzi is really, so good, so knowledgeable at a young age, with a good background, and now he has won Qingfeng Lou, he is simply a perfect young man in all aspects." ”

"Jin'er, have you taken a fancy to Cao Gongzi, how can you help him say good things today." Yu Xuanji smiled and joked, which made Lu Jin's face blush, and he pouted and decided to ignore his own miss, but after a while, he came up again: "Miss, you said that in the third round of word competition, will Cao Gongzi set a record and win three championships in a row?" This is something that has not happened since the establishment of the Jinling Poetry Society in Jiangning City, but the Yan Gongzi from the capital is also very powerful, I am afraid that this third round of word competition, the leader is between these two people, Miss, do you say that I am right? ”

Yu Xuanji smiled and glanced at the green brocade, and then stretched out a finger as white as peeling onion roots and pointed at the latter's head, "Yes, yes, our Jin'er is smart and good-looking, of course everything is right."

"Miss......" Then there was the sound of the two of them playing and laughing.

In fact, the famous prostitutes in Qinglou by the Qinhuai River, especially those who are the top brands and leaders, have learned poetry, song and dance, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since they were young, and naturally, they will also admire all kinds of talented talents, however, although occasionally there are famous prostitutes who simply appreciate the talents of scholars and marry scholars and the like as a good story, it is only a very small number of the very few, most of the women, more are married to the eunuchs or businessmen as concubines, some are lucky, often can also end a good death, bad luck, is about to be oppressed by his wife and big house, and his life is miserable and he ends up depressed. Or some women regard themselves as high, with the money accumulated over the years, they redeem themselves, usually do the work of being a female celebrity, or go to the Qinglou to be a teacher, teach the little girls in it some piano songs, singing lyrics and dances, and make some livelihoods.

Yu Xuanji as the head brand of Jinfeng Lou, this fashion is only sixteen or seventeen years old, unless someone is willing to spend several times the huge amount of money to redeem her, otherwise Jinfeng Lou will not let go of this golden rooster that will continue to lay eggs in advance, the general Qinglou woman, until the early 20s, the Qinglou is willing to redeem. Sometimes Yu Xuanji will also fantasize, is there that kind of young man with a good family background, his own talent and high learning, worthy of her life, and now, Cao Yi is the perfect candidate in her mind, but at this time, he who is praised as an immortal, can he see himself again, thinking of this, he can't help but sigh, and he has no intention of continuing to put on makeup, go out and walk along the corridor to the curtain behind the door, and listen to the words outside the competition and what good words come out.

At this time, a woman happened to get a paper note that copied the words outside, and everyone gathered around to read the paper, and the word card was called "Bodhisattva Man".

Why do you need to rush to blow the clouds, and the cold and the golden cake will be opened. Climb the stairs tonight, and the year is empty.

The osmanthus fragrance is cold, and the west wind shadow of the sycamore leaves. The guest is drunk and leans on the river bridge, and the light is sad.

Then I read it again, the signature is Sikong Ye, it is the talent who had the best poems in the first round of poetry competition before, the evaluation and reputation in Jiangning Mansion are excellent, talented, treat people and things without humility or overbearing, and be at ease, the only fly in the ointment may be his family background, relatively poor, so he will never go to the gold cave like Jinfeng Lou, and there are many elegant stories of talented and beautiful people.

At this time, Lu Lao is commenting on this poem for everyone, "The four sentences of the last film write the mood of waiting for the moon, divided into two layers according to the rhyme, and the beginning sentence describes the childlike behavior of "blowing clouds in an emergency", showing the eagerness of looking forward to the moon, the magic lies in the word "why must", and the next sentence "Alpine Ripple Open Golden Cake" specifically and meticulously describes how the moon appears in the sky through the clouds. This sentence is based on Su Shunqin's poem "Mid-Autumn Festival New Bridge to the Moon": "The clouds open the golden cake. ’”

Lu Lao paused and continued to comment: "The next film writes about moon appreciation, fastens the characteristics of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and depicts this Mid-Autumn Festival moonlit night from all angles. Changing the head "osmanthus fragrant mist cold" is a pun that is half virtual and half real. There is no need to say more; The imaginary, writing the laurel in the moon, and connecting with the "high cold" of the previous film, it is natural to think of legends such as the laurel tree of the Guanghan Palace, which makes people have endless reverie......"

Lu Lao commented on it, sentence by sentence to say the highlights one by one, he was already knowledgeable, and the comments were always open, and he was quoted from the side, and he told the story, although he did not praise it, but the word itself was excellent, and it was highly praised enough.

"Xie Mengshi's evaluation and guidance!" Sikong Ye bowed his head and thanked him, in fact, Lu Lao is the direct speaker and supervisor of Jiangning Fuxue, Lu Meng, who is in charge of Jiangning Fuxue, so it is not an exaggeration to be honored by most of the students here.

Mad Gong and Yang Zhifu also discussed at the top, thinking that tonight's word competition, there must be this article among the top three.

Yan Shu turned his head and glanced at Cao Yi, the two of them seemed to be communicating with each other with their eyes, who came first and who came last. But after a while, Yan Shu was the first to stand up. made the originally lively scene quiet down instantly, as if there was an inexplicable aura that suppressed the atmosphere of Yan Yan Yan before, Yan Shu said clearly: "Uncle Tong also occasionally got a Mid-Autumn Festival song before, and today I will take it out to everyone to cheer up, if there is anything bad, please also give advice." ”

There was originally a person sitting next to the case, seeing Yan Shu coming, he quickly turned sideways and got out of the way, Yan Shu stood in front of the case, closed his eyes, and everyone didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, after a while, Yan Shu opened his eyes and lifted the pen The dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

After finishing writing, he picked up the paper in his hand, nodded to Cao Yi, who was looking at him, and then respectfully handed it to Yang Zhifu and others: "Yang Gong, Lu Gong, Mad Gong, this poem is dedicated to the teacher by the same uncle, and it is also dedicated to the three elders, please give me some advice." ”

"Oh, then I have to take a good look at Zhang Zhibai!" Governor Yang took it with a smile and read it in a frustrated manner:

"Golden Duck Incense Burner...... Qirui Smoke ...... The feast begins with a wonderful dance. Yang Chun moved the strings and poured wine...... Pan Ship ......"

Yang Zhifu itself is a Confucian in the literary world, and at this time, according to the rhythm of "Yan Guiliang", he recited Yan Shu's words seriously, and read it vividly, which made people suddenly enter the joyful atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is quite similar to today's Jinling Poetry Society.

"On the fifth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind is clear and refreshing, and it is still a cool day. The peach blossom is a thousand years old. I wish you a long life and a fairy! ”

"I wish you a long life, better than a fairy!" After Yang Zhifu finished reading, he muttered the last sentence, nodded constantly, and after a long time, he sighed, "I'm a little envious of that Zhang Zhibai, I really accepted a good protégé!" Good! Good! All right! ”

After three good words in a row, Yang Zhifu handed the note in his hand to the crazy man who had long been unable to hold it down, and he sat there a little secretly sulking that he didn't know where it came from, that Zhang Zhibai has been fighting with me since he was a child, competing for who is high in learning, and who is the official when he is big, and now he is showing his disciples in front of me, I am really angry, and I have to suppress me everywhere! Where else can I go now to find a disciple who is similar to Yan Shu?

But then I thought to myself, isn't there just a Cao Yi in front of me? Saying anything can't let him go to Bianjing Guozijian now, how can I say that he is also the prefect of Jiangning Mansion, in charge of the affairs of a mansion, although Jiangning Mansion is said to be a supervisor of Lu Gong, but it can barely be said to be under my Yang Jue's jurisdiction, haha, Zhibai Lao'er, I think how long can you be proud?

Then he looked at Cao Yi, "Huh!?" Governor Yang let out a cry of surprise......