As soon as Chu Tianxiu heard that he was going to write a poem, he hurriedly shook his head.

This Qinhuai painting boat, the land of fireworks, is suitable for making graceful poems.

The simple song "Song of the Goose" just now was purely to ridicule the prince.

In this place where Qinhuai paints the boat, if you want to write poems, it must be the kind of words written for Qinglou by Liu Yongliu Sanchang, which is suitable for the occasion.

But today, in this smoke and rain painting boat, the princes and nobles of the Manchu Dynasty, the civil and military officials, and even some noble ladies came to see the Oiran event.

There are also the princes and kings of Great Chu, the envoys of the vassal states, and the father-in-law, King Ping, all watching from upstairs.

It's not good that he writes this kind of "graceful" love words in public!

Since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and even the pre-Qin period, poetry has always been inspirational.

Of course, in fact, writing erotic poems is another tradition since ancient times.

From the oldest Western Zhou Dynasty "Poems", "Wild Dead Moose", it began to be a little unorthodox.

"There is a dead moose in the wild, and the white grass is wrapped in it. There is a woman with a spring, and Jishi tempts her. There are Pu Yi in the forest, and there are dead deer in the wild. The white grass is pure, and there are women like jade.

Comfortable and free, I don't feel embarrassed, and I bark without making it! ”

The poem says that the brave and pure young man took the elk he had shot and the roe deer, wrapped in white thatch, and brought firewood from the woods as a gift to the maiden who was pregnant with spring. Ah, beautiful girl, so beautiful!

Childe, take off your coat soothingly~, don't move your skirt~, don't alarm the barking dogs outside~!

And voila!

The elegance of the poem, the subtlety... It's starting to have that kind of indecent little tone of interest.

This has ruined the coquettish poets of my later generations!

To write or not to write?

This made Chu Tianxiu very embarrassed.

"Little Hou Ye, let's have a song~!"

"It's all rain, you can't leave nothing behind!"

"Tonight, either the poem stays, or someone stays?"

The girls in the smoke and rain painting boat, all of them looked at the little dusk marquis, and whispered softly, which made people feel numb.

"Boss, let's do a song!"

"In terms of poetry, you are the best, who would dare to come if you don't come?"

Even those big and small gentlemen were excited and coaxed, they only hated themselves for not being able to write poems. Otherwise, I would have taken it out a long time ago and made great efforts to the girls who painted the boat for the smoke and rain.

Zu'er looked at her uncle with a bitter face.

Please ask my uncle to compose poems in the Qinglou, this... It's not a big deal. If the county lord found out, wouldn't she be finished.

Chu Tianxiu was reluctant to be embarrassed, so he had to say: "This~... Well, I'll give you a little bit of a fun poem that's a little more elegant.

Okay, I'll give you a song! ”

Who's better to use?!

A generation of writers, who don't love the country and love the beauty, Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote to the top card of Fengyue Field, the famous story of the singer Li Shishi, which is the most appropriate for the occasion.

That's it.

""Drunken Spring Breeze, Light Wine People in Front of the Total"!"

"In front of the shallow wine people, the nephrite lamp hugs, and there is always affection when looking back into the embrace. In pain, he pushed Lang lightly, and gradually heard the trembling sound, and was slightly frightened.

Try and change the longitudinal, there is no seam, this time the flavor is upside down, moving, arms together, lips together, tongues playing. ”

Chu Tianxiu shook his head and finished groaning.

He suddenly found that thousands of people in the hall on the first floor of the entire painting boat, and even the guests on the second and third floors, were stunned and shocked.

The girls in Yanyulou were all shocked and their cheeks were shining, some looked at him dumbfounded, and some covered their ashamed faces.

Too... It's so humbling.

The guests only heard the "grunt" swallowing sound, and did not hear anyone whispering.

Grip ~ Grip grass!

Dusk neologism, can it still be written like this?

Can this poem be written like this?

Xiao Duhou insisted on writing the fun in this green building... So elegant, and poetic!

Ascend to the hall and enter the house, the temple is high!

Xie Anran was stunned... He is also a great master of poetry.

However, Xiao Duhou's new words, his attainments are so high, he is just a new realm, unattainable!

Okay, good words!

When the old bustard heard this, he cried excitedly, "The treasure of the town building, the treasure of the town building!" Xie Xiaoduhou rewarded this "Drunken Spring Breeze, Light Wine in front of the people". ”

Such a world-famous story crowned the Great Chu Dynasty.

She wanted to ask a master to write down this poem and hang it high on the smoke and rain painting boat. As soon as guests enter the door, they will be able to enjoy this new song.

There is a little dusk marquis, which is enough to town the building for thousands of years!

"Little Dusk Hou, one more song!"

"We still have to listen!"

"One more song!"

Thousands of guests in the entire gallery shouted wildly.

"Good! What a poem, it's so enjoyable! ... Little Dusk Hou, one more song! ”

On the second floor, Xiang Anshi, the king of Huainan, who loves literature the most, couldn't help but stand up and shouted happily in the corridor.

Regardless of the identity of princes, eunuchs, and scholars, those who came to this Yanyu Painting Boat were all guests of Yanyu Building.

In this green building, don't be serious.

Listening to the little dusk marquis's interesting poems is even more enjoyable than watching the Oiran event.

Chu Tianxiu also let it go.

Okay, it's all sailing anyway, so let's go faster.

Everyone sit tight in this smoke and rain boat, don't go out of the boat!

Then let's have another one, "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and "Yutai Body", which writes about the suffering of lovesickness.

This one is included in "Three Hundred Tang Poems", the pearl of Tang civilization, the most serious poem.

Who dares to say that he is not serious.

He scolded whoever was hypocritical.

""Jade Terrace": Last night's nepotism was unraveled, and today's python flies. Lead Hua can not be abandoned, Mo is the anvil (gaozhen) return. ”

Chu Tianxiu blurted out, it was a standard song.... Funny little poems.

"Good!"

"This poem is also very good."

This poem is a bit more corrective than the words. But it's still a lot of fun.

Inside the painting boat, all the guests were in a bang and fever.

"Uncle... Converge a little... Ming'er, the entire Jinling City is a household name, and the county lord will be angry. How did this end! ”

Zu'er was about to cry.

What the county lord said was not bad at all.

Xiao Duhou, this "head of the four great gentlemen of Jinling" was not given for nothing, and the nickname is also known as "people come crazy".

The more people, the bigger the scene.

The more excited he is, the more he can toss, and no one can stop him.

Today, this smoke and rain painting boat, the stage of thousands of VIPs, has simply become a performance venue for him alone.

Chu Tianxiu thought for a moment.

Since ancient times, there have been many masters of writing erotic poems.

This one was written by Zhang Heng of the Han Dynasty.

""Song of the Same Voice": When you meet the Chengji, you have to fill the back room of the king. The new handover is good, and I am afraid of the soup. is not reluctantly self-exhausted, and the concubine should be in charge. Prepare for the Lord's feed, and give gifts to help steam. ”

It's about the girl who is newly married, and she is so scared that she is like putting her hands in a hot pot.

This Lord Zhang Heng, in addition to inventing the armillary sphere and the geodynamic sphere, is also very good at writing interesting poems!

Chu Tianxiu sang one song after another, and once he let go, no one could stop him at all.

All the big and small, only dumbfounded, worshipped.

Shen Wanbao was dumbfounded and exclaimed: "Little Dusk Hou, in terms of style and poetry, you are amazing... Terrible... Served! I'm convinced! ”

No wonder the little dusk marquis fired at the crown prince and came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zu'er lowered her head, her face shy.

She understood... Got it!

Sooner or later, she will have that day too.

This time, there is no need to fanatically urge the guests of the painting boat, Chu Tianxiu came directly.

Let's have another song, Qianlong's forty-sixth year version of "Xiaolin Guangji".

"Sitting alone in the study and being a wife, this situation is not known to outsiders. If you change your left hand to your right hand, you will stop marrying again.

strangled after strangled, itchy and bone-inspired. ”

The poems have all been said.

Let's have a famous folk song.

"In January, the north wind was a little cold, and the sister-in-law asked her sister-in-law how to play, and beat the toad to straighten her legs. The little chicken drinks water with his face facing the sky, and the bee plays with his small eyes! ”

This folk tune, Chu Tianxiu himself didn't know what to say.

He doesn't know how to write poetry at all.

These little poems are all written by ancient celebrities and ordinary people, and none of them were written by himself.

He's just a porter of nature... No, the diligent porter of the ancient legend.

You say, these ancients, who have nothing to do at night and are idle, know how to write these cheesy little poems.

Chu Tianxiu was critical of this.

Criticize!

Tough criticism!

Come, let's have another song, the famous lyricist of the Northern Song Dynasty, the master of the Guozi Prison, and the famous work of Zhou Bangyan, a master of the graceful school.

"Youth Tour": And the knife is like water... Break the new orange with a slender hand.

At the beginning of the temperature, the beast smoke continued, and the relative sitting was in tune.

... The city has been watched three times... Why don't you go to Hugh...! ”

This song is soft to listen to.

Under Chu Tianxiu's poems one after another.

The whole smoke and rain painting boat, in the Qinhuai River, swayed wantonly and wandered.

A small boat, swinging sculls~!

When Zu'er heard this, his eyes were misty and his expression was slightly drunk.

Uncle's boat was so bumpy that she was already seasick.

...

On the third floor of this painting boat, the three princes and nine princes were all dumbfounded, opening and closing their mouths, unable to say a word.

You!

This...?

Little Dusk Hou, is this a boat race!

Imperial Doctor Kong Hanyou lowered his head in shame, he knew that Xiao Duhou was spewing out interesting little poems, he shouldn't have touted Xiao Duhou's noble character.

“...”

Emperor Xiang Yanran took a deep breath.

Calm, calm down.

Little Dusk, this little calf... The Dusk Hou Mansion came out, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is extremely mediocre.

However, Xiao Duhou writes little love poems, which is indeed talented!

No wonder Xiao Duhou attracted bees and butterflies like this, which attracted the hearts of the girls in Jinling City.

“...”

Empress Cui Rou's cheeks were flying, her breathing was short, she covered her face with a fan, and she couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Little Dusk Hou, you oar, are you going to paint the boat with smoke and rain and overturn the boat!