Chapter Twenty-Nine: Couplet

An Yi and a few people were enjoying the dishes in the pavilion, and the waiter on the side walked over with a glass tray and a delicate post inlaid with gold wire.

"A few sons, this is the title of our Jiangyun Pavilion Pavilion, please take a look." The waiter gently placed the post on the table,

An Yi looked outside the pavilion and found that there was such a small gold booklet on the tables of the guests sitting in the surrounding pavilions. He noticed that the woman who was originally on the square platform had changed, so he shook the small golden book and pointed to Ziyun, and asked the waiter: "This is what you just said, the Pavilion Master of Jiangyun Pavilion who can answer his words and be her guest of the curtain?" ”

The waiter smiled and replied, "Exactly." ”

"Brother An, in my opinion, this girl is really extraordinary, and she has such a Jiangnan woman's taste." Lin Muzhi looked at Ziyun on the square platform, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Jin Mingyin stuffed the crispy chicken leg into his mouth, and the day's boat and horse fatigue also starved him, glanced at Ziyun in the distance, and said vaguely: "I look average, not as beautiful as Sister Yingshu." ”

Lin Muzhi was not interested in Jin Mingyin's statement, and said with a sneering expression: "Miss Gao is an aristocratic temperament that belongs to everyone's ladies, what kind of pavilion master is a dusty woman, obviously not a type of person, how can they be compared together." You little doll, I don't understand what I told you. ”

Jin Mingyin glanced at him after hearing this, and continued to tear the remaining chicken leg of the crispy chicken.

An Yi smiled and said, "What? Brother Lin is interested in this woman? ”

Although Lin Muzhi was prevaricating, when he saw An Yi pick up the small gold booklet and look at it, he also stretched his neck and poked his eyes out.

After reading it, An Yi handed the small golden booklet to Lin Muzhi: "Brother Lin, take a look, this Jiangyun Pavilion Master is called Ziyun, as my brother guessed, it is indeed a person from Jiangnan." She wants the guests present to inscribe a couplet to this Qianyun Pavilion, and those who like it can be her guests in the curtain. ”

Lin Muzhi looked at it and scratched his head, he was a Jianghu man, where did he understand the livelihood of these literati and artists, so he handed the small gold booklet back to An Yi and said: "That's it, if this Ziyun girl wants to see a few sets of knife techniques, then I may be able to go up and play tricks, and win a jackpot, if I want to mention a couplet, I am not good at it." ”

"Hahahaha." When An Yi heard what Lin Muzhi said, he couldn't help but point his finger at him, and the tears of laughter were about to fall.

Lin Muzhi felt that he was teased by An Yi with laughter, and said to him: "What's so funny about this, what I said is just the truth." ”

An Yi stopped laughing, wiped his tears with a towel on the table, and said to Lin Muzhi: "If my brother really intends to do this, then I will help you give it a try, but the ugly words are ahead, and I can't guarantee whether it can be caught in the eyes of that girl." ”

"It's all up to Childe."

Lin Muzhi pretended to arch his hand at Anyi, and his mouth was grinning.

An Yi took the brush in the waiter's hand, thought about it, and mentioned a pair of short couplets in the small gold book.

The uplink is:

I only smell the runners

The next link is:

I don't see the flower burial man

After writing, he handed the small gold book back to the waiter, picked up the wine glass in front of the table and touched it with Lin Muzhi, and poured it lightly.

Besides, Young Master Zeng, who was fascinated by Ziyun under the corridor, naturally also received this small gold booklet, he took the small gold booklet and looked at it, and then handed it to the entourage on the side and said: "A few of you, think of a pair for Lao Tzu, if you don't think well, shoot a hole, let you lie down and go out." ”

Several of the entourage hurriedly frightened the little golden book, and several of them knew the temper of this young master, relying on the fact that they had a father who commanded the Sichuan capital, and they didn't take anyone seriously. Especially when you are drunk, you have always done whatever you want. Not to mention that a few of them don't have much ink in their stomachs, even if they can deal with a few sentences, there are many literati in this full hall, where can they be seen?

So, they all turned their eyes for help to the leading steward Wang.

Steward Wang pressed his hand on a few of them, signaling not to worry, and to think of it himself. His eyes rolled, he counted his heart, and changed to a flattering expression, and his eyes, which were not big, were directly squeezed into a slit. He leaned in front of Young Master Zeng and said, "I said Young Master, you are the young master of our commanding envoys, how can you be on a par with these poor and sour talents in Wenmo, then your identity will be broken." ”

Young Master Zeng poked the barrel of his golden gun to the ground, and smashed the ground of the marble slab on the long corridor into a small hole by him. He pointed to the king's steward and smiled: "In the end, it is the king's steward, that is, he is more insightful than those dog slaves, so it depends on your meaning....."

Seeing that Young Master Zeng was relieved, Steward Wang hurriedly took out a silver ticket of 50,000 taels from his arms and handed it to him, and responded: "Young Master, in my opinion, you put this silver ticket in this booklet, what do you say that the pavilion master is not the pavilion master, even if he is a princess, he has to hope that you will drill in your arms, right?" ”

Young Master Zeng's smile became brighter and brighter when he heard this, and he praised the king's steward for his bright head. He took the small gold book, folded the 50,000 taels of silver tickets into a small square size, put it in the small gold book, handed it back to the waiter, and said, "Go!" This is the couplet of Master Ben. ”

How dare the waiter slack off, but the little gold book ran to the back of the stage at a trot.

Seeing this, the attendants behind him threw grateful glances at Steward Wang, and under these looking eyes, Steward Wang smiled proudly, feeling that his image was much taller in their hearts.

After Ziyun on the square platform saluted the guests present, he took the two maids back to the Qianyun Pavilion on the main floor, and then gently dropped the tender pink silk handkerchief in his hand from the upstairs. The silk handkerchief was silky and fluttering in the night breeze, attracting bursts of cheers from the guests sitting around it, and there were many young people who looked like scholars climbed high and stepped low to chase the silk handkerchief, and there was no Nasven for a while.

Zi Yun in front of the Qianyun Pavilion looked at the guests chasing her silk handkerchiefs around, smiled, looked like she was waiting to be picked, turned around and entered the pavilion, and gently closed the pavilion door.

An Yi looked at a man in the distance who was scrambling for the silk handkerchief, it seemed to be a scholar, he held it in his hand, ran between the tables and chairs to avoid the chasing crowd, and the gray robe on his body was no longer the same.

"It's no wonder that this Qianyun Tower has become the place that countless people dream of, and people haven't seen a single one yet, and the momentum is full of momentum." Lin Muzhi looked at the group of crazy scholars who went away, and said to An Yi.

An Yi smiled and replied to him: "Men, what you can't get is always the best." ”

Lin Muzhi turned his head and said in surprise: "Oops! Brother An's words are incisive. ”

An Yi chuckled and didn't answer, picked up the wine glass on the table and took two sips, looking at the brocade-clothed guy who was gradually walking out on the square platform.

I saw that the brocade-clothed guy on the square stage raised his left hand behind his back and his right hand into a fist, which was a signal to all the guests present to be quiet.

Soon, the crowd that had been noisy just now because of the silk handkerchief gradually quieted down.

The little guy put down his right hand, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly with a smile on his face: "Everyone, Miss Ziyun, the master of the Qianyun Pavilion, has personally selected the couplet she likes. The author of this couplet will be the guest of honor of Jiangyun Pavilion tonight. ”

"Who filled in the couplet, wonderful, the flowing water guest and the funeral flower man, seconds"

"I don't know which genius is the loneliness of Fengyuesuo."

"Compare the Qinglou woman to Daiyu and call us to be flowing water guests, hahaha."

Before the words of the little maid fell, the chattering voices of the surrounding guests came and went, all of which were praises for this short couplet.

"Miss Ziyun invites our son-in-law of this couplet to go to Jiangyun Pavilion to talk about it." After that, the brocade-clothed little girl made a "please" gesture towards the pavilion where the three of them were located.

The waiter in the pavilion naturally understood, and said to An Yi with a smile: "Son, please." ”

An Yi looked at Lin Muzhi and said to the waiter with a smile: "Please do what I want, he is the author." ”

The waiter seemed to suddenly realize, and bowed towards Lin Muyi, preparing to lead him to Jiangyun Pavilion.

Lin Muzhi gratefully arched his hand towards Anyi, chuckled and stood up, and planned to go with the waiter,

"Where did you all come from? I rob a woman with the young master? Isn't Lao Tzu's 50,000 taels money? ”

A voice full of anger came from the corridor, and when everyone heard the voice, Young Master Zeng broke free from the dissuasion of his entourage, carried his golden gun, climbed over the fence of the corridor, and climbed up the platform.

"This son, you..." The brocade-clothed guy on the stage was about to dissuade him with a smiling face, but who knew that Young Master Zeng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he held the gun with both hands, and smashed it on his chest.

"Ahh

His golden gun was already full of weight, and he used his strength to fly the smashed upside down from the platform, leaning against the wall, and when the waiter on the side went up to help him up, he was already spitting blood in his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

The guests below suddenly boiled, and those sitting around this square platform were naturally not in the range of distinguished guests in the main building in the mouth of the waiter, and they were much worse than the independent pavilions where the three of them sat comfortably, so most of them were ordinary scholars. The literati have their own literati temperament, and they will be convinced if they lose to a pair of exquisite quatrains, but it may not be so easy to make them concede to a golden gun.

Young Master Zeng looked at the crowd below, turned around and turned the Zhanjin gun upside down, the tip of the gun rushed down, and slammed it into the square platform under his feet.

With a "bang", the terrazzo square platform was like tofu in front of this golden gun, and it directly passed the head of the gun and was deeply rooted in the ground.

"You guys one by one, what are you arguing with the master!"

Young Master Zeng looked at the crowd below with a drunken face.

It is true that literati always boast of the integrity of literati, but it does not mean that they are all fools, and after seeing the people on the square platform clearly, the originally noisy crowd suddenly returned to silence. Zeng Ziren, the son of the Sichuan Commander, is not something that these scholars and students can afford to offend. What's more, this Zeng Ziren Zeng eldest young master likes to make trouble after drinking, but everyone in Chengdu knows about it, and no one wants to touch that mold.

"This young master, isn't the rule of the Qianyun Building that the author of the couplet favored by the pavilion master can be used as the shore of the curtain? The little guy just now read the pair made by my friend, I don't know if the young master is deaf or blind, can't see or can't hear? ”

Sitting comfortably on the seat in the pavilion, holding the porcelain wine cup in his hand, he calmly looked at Zeng Ziren who was spreading wild on the square platform, and said lightly.

Zeng Ziren heard the cynicism in An Yi's words, and the blue muscles on his face, which was already full of wine and anger, burst out, and he looked even more hideous. He grasped the barrel of the spear tightly, and with a loud shout, he pulled the golden spear out of the square platform, pointed the tip of the spear straight at the pavilion where they were, and leaped away......