Ling Kun was already riding a tiger, so he had to step forward and pick up the pen and pretend to think with others.

From childhood to adulthood, Ling Kun really didn't memorize a few poems when he was in school, but fortunately, he soaked a lot of girls later, and in order to meet the interests of different girls, he also studied a few love poems.

He pondered and meditated, and finally felt that Guan Hanqing's "White Crane" was quite appropriate, so he wrote down: White Crane. But think about it again, this white crane is the name of the song, at this time there are only words and no songs, if others ask carefully, they don't understand anything, they must show their stuffing, it is better to use it as a wordless poem. So he crumpled the written rice paper into a ball and threw it away.

The people next to him couldn't help but laugh when they saw that he couldn't write down after only three words, and Zhao Mingyue also blushed a little, wanting to stay away from him, pretending not to know him, it was really embarrassing.

Ling Kun took the second piece of paper, picked up the pen and wrote: To Miss Pan'er.

In the shadow of the birds, people stand on the wall.

Spring is two threads, and autumn water is double wave.

Incense burns golden duck ding, idle little red mansion.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

After writing it, the staff put it away and sent it in for review, and Ling Kun and the others could only stand on the shore and wait for news.

Inside the painting boat, Liu Yong and Jiang Pan'er sat opposite each other, and a faint smoke flowed from the small and delicate incense burner on the desk.

Jiang Pan'er handed the scroll of poems to Liu Yong, and said coquettishly: "Young Master Liu, let's choose from you, people are disgusting every day." ”

"Haha, this is easy to say, with Brother Liu here, how can I bear to let my sister work." Liu Yong smiled and took the scroll of poetry and looked at it. He is young and vigorous, arrogant and arrogant, and there are really not many people who can enter his eyes, only to hear a loud bang, and half of the rice paper is thrown away.

Jiang Pan'er pursed his lips and smiled: "Liu Gongzi doesn't want the Red Sleeves Workshop to open today." ”

"It's nice to be able to open it." Liu Yong was surprised and handed the rice paper in his hand to Jiang Pan'er.

Jiang Pan'er said with a smile: "To make you Liu Gongzi so praised, it must be a great talent, I have to open my eyes." Speaking of which, take it and take it, it is Ling Kun's song "To Miss Pan'er".

Jiang Pan'er chanted in a low voice, and unconsciously blushed. Yuan Song is far more straightforward than Song Ci, and Guan Hanqing's "White Crane" portrays the lovesickness of men and women vividly. Ling Kun gave such a poem to a woman he had never met, it was simply naked flirtation, the problem was that he was so talented and graceful. Ren Jiangban'er is a dusty woman, and she can't help but have a heart beating wildly, and her face is feverish.

While pondering, Liu Yong chose another one and said, "This can be barely made." ”

Jiang Pan'er nodded and asked someone to announce the result.

The staff got out of the boat and arched their hands: "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Pan'er and Liu Gongzi have personally reviewed your masterpieces, and decided to invite Ling Kun Ling Gongzi and Chen Nanyan and Chen Gongzi to enter the painting boat for a while. ”

Zhao Mingyue raised her head suddenly, looked at Ling Kun and asked, "There are us again?" Don't you know how to write poetry? ”

"Ahem, just write it, just hit it by mistake." Ling Kun smiled awkwardly.

"What? How did you do it without us? Lao Tzu has money, what happened when he saw a riverside? Li Mao fried the pot again.

The rest of the people who were not selected all turned around and left regretfully, but left their disgusted eyes on Li Mao and the others before leaving. Li Mao also felt embarrassed, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, a bitch, is there anything on that boat?" What to drag. ”

When the people who accompanied him saw that he was willing to go, they hurried to follow.

Ling Kun and Chen Nanyan and two friends were left at the scene, and the six of them were invited to board the boat, and each person was charged one hundred taels of silver according to the head.

It's just robbery, huge profits, if it weren't for Ling Kun's enough money now, he would definitely be distressed to death.

The boat has slowly started and is moving forward. The ship's side was covered with red lanterns, which were set against the almost perfect moon in the night, so that the deck was full of light.

Ling Kun and the others were invited to sit down on the deck, and the staff served fragrant tea.

Not long after, Jiang Pan'er and Liu Yong came out of it, and Ling Kun and the others stared at Jiang Pan'er. I saw her wearing a pink and white gauze skirt, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were cut water, and her ice muscles and jade bones were really rare.

However, according to Ling Kun, compared with Zhao Mingyue, it is still a little worse, although he doesn't know where the difference is, maybe it's the psychological effect.

Jiang Pan'er lightly opened her lips, and her voice was as crisp as a yellow bird: "A few sons have been waiting for a long time, and Pan'er is polite." ”

Ling Kun and the others returned the salute, Chen Nanyan introduced himself first, and Ling Kun also followed his example and introduced: "In Xia Ling Kun, I have long admired the name of Miss Pan'er." ”

Originally, this was a polite sentence, and Chen Nanyan in front of him also said the same, but Jiang Pan'er couldn't help but think of Ling Kun's poem: "In the shadow of the birds and flowers, people stand on the pink wall, and the willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk." Feeling that he was hinting at something, he couldn't help blushing again, and said shyly: "Ling Gongzi is talented, and the little girl has learned it." ”

Everyone sat down, and there were service staff who put exquisite side dishes and high-quality flower carvings. Jiang Pan'er raised his glass and said a few polite words, Liu Yong probably didn't listen to it, so he said: "Pan'er, everyone is a fellow practitioner, don't say polite words, Ling Gongzi's poem is written talentedly, and the truth is revealed, it is better for Pan'er to compose music on the spot, and then dedicate him to Ling Gongzi, and we can also feast our ears by the way." ”

"Well, that's what I thought of too." Jiang Pan'er smiled, then asked someone to bring over a guqin, and after a little thought, he began to play the qin. The singing is tactful and melodious, and the affection is lingering, which expresses the lovesickness to be expressed in the poem more vividly.

Improvisational composition, impromptu singing, Jiang Pan'er can interpret a completely unfamiliar word to such an extent, it can be seen that she is the first brand on the Qinhuai River, which is completely worthy of her name and worthy of her name.

Zhao Mingyue sat in the back, listening to the words written by Ling Kun for Jiang Pan'er, her heart was inexplicably tight, she felt uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but reach out and pinch his lower back, but she didn't understand her hatred at all, if there was no one, she really wanted to bite him twice.

This princess just took you to see who made you mess with the flowers.

Chen Nanyan felt marginalized from the moment he came in, and he felt a little resentful in his heart, but when he heard Ling Kun's improvisational poem, it was definitely a height that he could not reach in his life, and he was happy in his heart.

He was very excited and took the initiative to raise his glass and toast to several people. Ling Kun and Liu Yong also returned the respect, and after a few cups, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Liu Yong said: "Today to know Ling Gongzi and Chen Gongzi such talented people, it is Liu's lifelong honor, let me sing a song I recently filled in the lyrics, for you to cheer up, at the same time, throw bricks and jade, look forward to you to show your talent." ”

Everyone applauded, but Ling Kun's heart was beating wildly, what should he do next?