The competition between Liu Wenguang and Ning Xiu can only be regarded as an appetizer, although it made the students of Wuchang Mansion disgraced, but the main dish still has to be served.

Since it is a poetry club, it is natural that we cannot stick to one poem and one word, but let everyone participate.

Now that the scholars of Jingzhou Mansion have the upper hand, Liu Ru feels even more happy in his heart and wants to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

He cleared his throat and talked about it, leading to a poem title.

The connoisseurs who often participate in poetry clubs have already begun to conceive imagery and refine the words and phrases the moment they hear the title of the poem.

Writing poetry is about spirituality, and it must not be too stable.

Otherwise, it would not be a poem but an article.

All of you here are good at writing eight-strand articles, and who likes to listen to the twilight again, so they all try to write the words brightly and make people feel comfortable.

Ning Xiu had just written a poem, and he had already been shocked, and all he had to do now was to sit there quietly and taste the wine, watching the rest of the people rack their brains and pretend.

Didn't someone say that the highest level of pretending to be forced is to pretend to be invisible, Ning Xiu felt that his current state was almost the same.

Of course, if someone took the initiative to come up and toast him and ask for questions, Ning Xiu would not refuse.

It is naturally good to expand his influence in the literati circle, but Ning Xiu does not want to be discredited for offending people.

"Come on, come on, Han wrote a poem to talk about it."

Han Yu, a scholar of Jingzhou Mansion, raised his wine glass and said leisurely: "Hanshan Order in front of Hanshan Temple, Gusu in Gusu City." The six dynasties are prosperous and dreamy, and the Canglang Pavilion sighs ancient and modern. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Liu Ru was obviously familiar with this Han Sheng, and clapped his hands with a smile.

"Friend Han's poem is amazing, the first two sentences overlap, and the last two sentences are nostalgic. Wonderful, wonderful. ”

Although Liu Ru is not very good at writing poetry, he often organizes poetry clubs, listens to more and will also have some tasting routines.

What intentions, what overlapping sentences, what nostalgia, nostalgia

It's fine to apply it here.

Liu Ru is happy in his heart, the scholars of Wuchang Mansion have always looked down on the students of Jingzhou Mansion, and now it's okay. A poetry meeting can make them completely deflated, and today this matter will be rumored to go out to see who dares to underestimate the scholars in Jingzhou Mansion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how can we not have the company of beautiful women in our poetry today? Liu invited the girls from Chen Yuanlou to toast, okay? ”

"Yes, yes!"

"Brother Liu, Gao Yi!"

"The beauty toasts, the genius writes poems, beautiful and beautiful!"

The applause was endless.

Liu Ru clapped her hands very proudly, and some beauties in skirts stepped on the lotus step.

Although it was already winter, there were countless braziers burning in the restaurant, just like summer.

These beauties are thinly dressed but do not feel cold, but show the graceful curves of their bodies to the fullest.

These readers were stupid for a while. You can't take your eyes off the beauty at all.

The colorful skirt seemed to be enchanted by the fairy, and it hooked their hearts.

Ning Xiu was also taken aback, this black fat man really had two hits.

The Ming Dynasty forbade officials to engage in prostitution, but scholars were never forbidden to engage in prostitution.

Even if a person is not ordained, he can be a prostitute.

However, officials, especially Beijing officials, had to act cautiously due to the supervision of the officials of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and even if they were lonely, they only looked for some rabbits to vent, and did not dare to blatantly prostitutes.

It is much more convenient for readers to read in this regard. As the so-called unofficial is light, prostitutes can be said to be romantic. Anyway, the mouth grows on them, so you can say whatever you want.

These courtesans were all seasoned and happy, and each of them found a scholar who was pleasing to the eye, and they accompanied him to drink.

Ning Xiu saw a young woman wearing a pomegranate-colored horse-faced skirt with a water-green bibi armor twisting the waist of the water snake and walking towards him, and his heart was also fluttering.

He's not Megumi Yanagishita, so he can't sit still.

What's more, didn't Sage Kong say that it is also color-eating?

But rippling is one thing, action is another.

Soon reason prevailed. Ning Xiu still has such a delicate fiancée waiting for him, how can he be happy with a person in the Fengyue Field?

"This son is Ning Xiu?"

The courtesan laughed coquettishly and sat directly on Ning Xiu's lap.

Ning Xiu's complexion changed, and he said that the courtesans in Jingzhou Mansion were so active?

"Ning Xiu below, can the girl get up and talk?"

Ning Xiu tried his best to keep his tone flat, but his inner thighs were indeed itchy. What if he can't afford it? He can't overthrow it to the ground, can he?

"Why is Childe still shy?"

She laughed and got up.

"The slave's name is Qi Su, and he is willing to serve Ning Gongzi."

With that, she poured a glass of wine in her mouth and walked towards Ning Xiu.

Ning Xiu frowned secretly, he didn't like any leather cups. This thing is so unhygienic, what if this ruler has a mouth disease?

"Ahem, come down to yourself."

After that, Ning Xiu picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine, and drank the wine before the ruler was too late.

He swirled the rim of his cup against the ruler, signaling that he had drunk it all.

Qi Su almost squirted out of a mouthful of wine in his mouth, and swallowed the wine after holding it back.

This guy is really a chick.

Qi Su thought so in his heart.

But what she wants is Ning Xiu's poems, what does it matter if she can't get someone?

"Ning Gongzi is really a cheerful person. The slave admires the name of the son, I don't know if I can ask for a poem? "Ning Xiu's heart is bitter. The side effects of fame have already begun to show, and even courtesans have come to him to ask for poetry.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this act of ruler itself. Prostitutes in the Ming Dynasty have always been divided into two categories. One is to serve people with Israel, needless to say. The other is to take the high-end and elegant route, in other words, the confidante.

These high-end courtesans often only sell their art but not their bodies, and they are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and are very temperamental.

Of course, temperament is such a thing as packaging. The easiest way to package it is to promote it as a talented woman.

There is poetry and writing in the belly, and the temperament of the whole person is different when he has talent.

But courtesans are courtesans after all, and they may be able to compose a poem or two once in a while, but it is impossible for them to do it easily.

As a result, there are some professional poets. These people are often down-and-out scholars, who are empty of talent but forced to make a living, and have to sell poetry for a living.

Selling poetry, who is it not selling?

If the price offered by the courtesan is high, why not sell it to the courtesan?

But

Ning Xiu is not a down-and-out scholar, does this ruler pay attention to his appetite too much?

If Ning Xiu was originally a prolific poet, it would be fine, but these poems of his are all non-renewable resources, and they are not enough for their own use, so how can they be willing to sell them to others?

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