Talented and beautiful, beautiful and talented.

In this era, the famous Qinglou often disdains the face of ten thousand gold, but they are eager for the beauty of good words, for no other reason, there are good words and good names, and there are more talented people who will present their masterpieces with both hands, just like Zhou Bangyan of the Northern Song Dynasty to the famous prostitute Li Shishi, and the Yuan Zhi of the Tang Dynasty to the famous prostitute Xue Tao......

It is precisely because of this that if Xiangyun wants to win the name of Oiran, he needs an outstanding talent to write poems and praise them, so as to attract popularity.

In the evening, Lu Xiaochai sat in front of the window, frowning and thinking, not even realizing that the candle on the table was about to go out.

Lu Xiaochai's heart is naturally towards Chen Xian, but after all, Xiangyun and himself are poor people who grew up together in the Huancai Building.

Today, Xiangyun came to ask for help, which really made her a little embarrassed: Chen Lang seemed to prefer ...... some strange things, and he hasn't written anything since the last time he wrote "I'm a melancholy guest in the world".

Lu Xiaochai wanted to mention this matter to Chen Xian, but he was afraid that his sweetheart would not be able to write good words and make Xiangyun laugh. Everything in his heart was all about Chen Xian, and he didn't want to add a little trouble to him.

Xiao Liang came over a little nervously, since Miss Xiangyun came, Miss has become like this, isn't it that they have something to do with it? But isn't the young lady no longer entertaining, let alone mentioning the name of the Oiran?

Xiaoli tried to call a few more times, but although Lu Xiaochai could reply, he still sat there absent-mindedly and stupidly.

After thinking about it, she felt that this was not a solution, so she cautiously opened the door and slipped out.

"Knock knock." There was a soft knock on the door.

Chen Xian looked at the grille on the door and saw that the two double-ring sideburns that were particularly conspicuous were not Xiao Li, so he said, "Come in, Xiao Li." ”

He looked at the little maid who walked in with a smile, but found that the latter looked a little nervous, so he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Chen Gongzi ......" Xiao Liang pursed his mouth, opened a pair of big eyes, and said pitifully: "Miss may have been bullied by Miss Xiangyun!" ”

"Oh?" Chen Xian laughed, it turned out that Xiao Hai didn't know how to mention this matter to himself, so he waved his hand, pinched a piece of paper from the table, and beckoned: "Go, take me to see." ”

As soon as Chen Xian pushed the door, he saw Lu Xiaochai's stupid appearance, Liu Mei frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Xiaochai, what's wrong?" Aren't you still thinking about Song Jinfeng's old witch not giving the deed? ”

"Ahh Xiao Hai sat up straight in surprise by Chen Xian, she raised her hand in a panic and pulled the Liuhai on her forehead to her sideburns, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "Chen Lang, Feng Niang has already responded, saying that after Shangyuan, I will invite Chen Lang to set up a banquet for the guests to comb ...... for herself."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw Chen Xian's sly smile, and then the other party's face quickly came over, and before she could come back to her senses, the other party's face moved back.

"Ugh!" Lu Xiaochai was stunned and stretched out his hand to cover the cherry mouth, his cheeks became hot in an instant, his chest was beating even more, he was ashamed and ashamed in his heart, and secretly wondered: How did Chen Lang become more and more bold, and Xiaochai was still beside him......

"Hey, hey!" Chen Xian sat down on the chair with satisfaction, slapped the two pieces of paper on the table with a smile, and asked sideways: "Xiao Hai, I wrote a poem, can you see how it is written?" ”

Lu Xiaochai was stunned, and only felt that how could it be such a coincidence, he was worried about it, so Chen Lang took the words? She suddenly remembered that Chen Lang seemed to have come back earlier than in the past today, could it be that he heard the conversation between himself and Xiangyun?

Sure enough, I heard Chen Xian shake his head and say: "This word is a little sad, it's not suitable for our little hairpin, if it doesn't work, you can take it and give it away!" ”

Lu Xiaochai pursed his lips, and was even more sure that he heard the conversation between himself and Xiangyun, and his heart was a little throbbing, so he took the paper and looked at it carefully, but saw that it was written in a neat book in small letters:

"Red moss, green branches. Du Yu voiced, Du Yu sounded sad.

After a long time of friendship, they were separated. Caifeng flies alone, Caifeng lives alone.

When is the lovesickness after farewell. It will be difficult to know, and it will be difficult to period.

How can this be lovesick. A love word, a love poem. ”

Lu Xiaochai first read it silently, and then only felt that the words were exquisite and gorgeous, but it was full of parting lovesickness, so he couldn't help but recite it softly.

After a while, she only felt that this article was indistinguishable from the previous Huanxi Sha, and it was a rare masterpiece, so she looked up at Chen Xian in astonishment: "Chen Lang...... You heard me? ”

"Haha." Chen Xian smiled sassily, suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Xiao Hai's nose dotingly, and said with a hippie smile: "What did you hear?" I am such a righteous and bright man, how can I be the kind of villain who eavesdrops on the conversation of my close friend! ”

"Flutter." Lu Xiaochai smiled, he clearly admitted it when he said this, and then raised his eyes to look at the fire on the candlestick, and said happily: "Sister Xiangyun will be happy when she sees this word!" ”

After quietly resolving Lu Xiaochai's troubles, Chen Xian obviously felt that when he entered and exited the Huancai Building, others looked at him a little differently.

In the two days when I first came out of prison, I could often hear a voice poking in the back such as "poor scholar" and "Xiao Hai is blind", and after copying a poem by Nalan Xingde, this kind of title is obviously much less.

And now, when he enters and exits the Huancai Building, there will be enthusiastic calls from the red men.

"Chen Gongzi, when will you write a poem for the slave family!"

"Yes, Gongzi Chen, you are so talented and learned, and you want to comb for Sister Xiaochai, do you have to write a few good poems to hire the slave family!"

The two red men named Shuquan and Guerlain actually blocked Chen Xian at the door at this moment.

"Huh." Chen Xian laughed embarrassedly and arched his hand: "I still have to go to the bamboo pole alley, and the hired worker is still waiting in front of the door......

"Chen Gongzi!" Shuquan called out coquettishly, and then took Chen Xian's arm without shame and said, "Is the slave family so scary? Why should Chen Gongzi leave in a hurry! ”

When Guerlain saw it, she immediately reached out and grabbed Chen Xian's arm, and leaned closer to her body more provocatively.

Chen Xian couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only stand in place and didn't know what to do, but he secretly said in his heart: The power of these two words is too great, right? I really don't know how the big lyricist Liu Yong came over these days.

"Ahem!" Feng Niang's dry cough sounded from upstairs at the right time, saving Chen Xian, who was about to fall into the Yingying Yanyan.

Shuquan and Guerlain, the two red men who were selling their art and body, heard that the bustard mother was coming at this time, so they had to let go of Chen Xian's arm in a daze, and threw a wink at Chen Xian one after another, before they reluctantly left.

Song Jinfeng! I'm looking for you!

Chen Xian raised his eyebrows and strode upstairs.