This turtle prince was obviously used to serving a difficult guest official like Ji Qingwen, the smile on his face did not change, and he said unhurriedly: "My lord, why bother? Although we are lowly in the business of the hospital, we also pay taxes according to the regulations. You demolished my building, the place has less taxes, and so many old and young masters in the building also eat and drink everywhere, such a thing that harms others and is not beneficial to yourself, why do you have to do it? ”

This turtle man really made some sense, blocked Ji Qingwen for a moment, and said: "I just said casually, you returned my car." Come on, I see that you have no idea, and I don't embarrass you, you go and invite your proprietress to come, and I naturally have something to say to her. ”

Gu Gong smiled again: "If Lord Ji can have such insight, it is a blessing for the villain." Don't you want to meet the hostess? Oh, that's ...... down there," he said, gesturing to the stage in front of the atrium.

Ji Qingwen looked at the stage, and sure enough, he saw a woman in red in her thirties and less than forty years old, swaying her waist, walking to the stage, covering her mouth with a fan, and laughing for a while before saying: "Everyone, everyone, I am the proprietress of this 'Qianyun Building', and when I was young, I also had some names on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and I was called 'Ma Xianglan'. ”

Everyone saw that although she was a, she still had charm, although the corners of her eyes, forehead, and mouth were covered with wrinkles that could not be covered by thick rouge, the proportion and position of her facial features were just right, which showed that she must have been a stunning woman when she was young.

I only heard him continue: "The slave family is also a wading all the way from the flower country, and I know the rules here-we've got more than a hundred girls in 'Qianyun Building', and they can't add up to one Liu Ru is girl-all of you who come to my 'Qianyun Building' must be for Miss Liu, right?" ”

In the atrium, a guest officer immediately chimed in: "You old bustard also knows the current affairs, and knows that we are all here to see Miss Liu, so you still don't invite her out?" ”

Ma Xianglan covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and said, "Miss Liu is in this building, so it is naturally convenient to invite her out." But there are so many of you, Miss Liu came out to show your face and sing a song to you, and no one can take the turn to say more than half a word to Miss Liu, what's the point? ”

Not really!

If you only see Liu Ru is side, then you don't even need to give the twenty taels of silver that entered the market, as long as you stay in front of this "Qianyun Tower" day and night, there will always be a day when you can wait for Liu Ru to go out......

So someone asked in a loud voice: "Old bustard, you have something to say, don't sell Guanzi!" ”

Ma Xianglan smiled again: "There are so many guest officers here, if everyone meets and says a few words to Miss Liu, I am afraid that the girl will be tired." How about this, you are divided into high and low, and those who win the first place will naturally listen to Miss Liu play and sing the last song for you alone, and say a few words of confidant......"

Before she finished speaking, someone in the atrium coaxed: "Superior? How can you tell the difference? It's not necessarily who is the tallest, who can meet Miss Liu, right? ”

Ji Qingwen smiled when he heard this: "This is a good idea, I think the people here now, Huang Degong is the highest." If you are divided according to size, Huang Degong can take the lead. ”

But I heard Ma Xianglan laugh again: "This master is joking." It's not the emperor who chooses the inner guards, what do you want to do so high? ”

But someone said, "Humph! Speaking of which, it still needs money. Old bustard, you might as well be more simply, make a price, we can afford to come out, and if we can't afford it, we will naturally retreat, so as not to scratch our ears and cheeks and tease us here! ”

Ma Xianglan said with a smile: "This master speaks sincerely, and the slave family also admires it." But there is so much money in the world, no matter how much you make it, you can't make it all. Before going downstairs just now, the slave family heard from our girl, and today compared with poetry and writing, you can write the best poems, and you can naturally meet Miss Liu. ”

As soon as Ma Xianglan's words fell, whispers immediately sounded in the atrium, and the sound became louder and louder, and finally there was a lot of noise.

It turns out that most of the people here are the children of the family or the official eunuchs, although they may not be able to have any real talent and learning, but most of them boast of their elegance - poetry and writing, which may not be good, but they can always make one or two poems, and they will not be able to overwhelm the crowd today, and win the opportunity to talk with Liu Ru is knees.

The people in the atrium were all eager to try, but only Ji Qingwen was disheartened.

He has traveled from the afterlife, and has never learned how to recite poems correctly, and it is really more difficult for him to write a poem than to ask him to carry a sandbag of 300 catties; However, Li Yan, who is extremely knowledgeable and talented, was arranged by himself to stay in Songjiang and run the new wharf......

Thinking of this, Ji Qingwen almost gave up, thinking: With my talent, I can't see Liu Ruis today, and I can only meet her if I find an opportunity to give a few more taels of silver another day.

Ji Qingwen was thinking nonsense, and Ma Xianglan said loudly on the stage: "Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!" My girl didn't let you write poems randomly, she came up with a topic first, and let you write poems according to the topic, which can be targeted and easy to distinguish, right? ”

The people of the atrium listened to her words and immediately fell silent.

Someone asked in a loud voice: "What is the topic, old bustard, you can say it quickly!" ”

Ma Xianglan laughed twice and said: "The topic is not tricky, you have to write a poem 'Seven Laws' to write all the lovesickness, that's all." As she spoke, she glanced at the audience and said, "Then please start, save a few more good poems, maybe the slave family can still engrave a collection of poems for you!" ”

Ma Xianglan said that, and the atrium whispered again, and after a long time, no one dared to get up and answer.

It turned out to be this "Seven Laws with the theme of Acacia", I don't know how many famous artists have written how many hand-me-downs throughout the ages, and now the people in the atrium, if they chant in a hurry, they will either follow in the footsteps of the sages or fall into the existing clichés - no one is sure that they can lead the way.

After a long time, a scholar finally stood up and trembled and recited a poem that he had just written, "Seven Rules", and everyone listened silently, and all of them hung their heads and shook their heads—this poem was really written in an ordinary way, without the slightest brilliance.

When the scholar saw everyone's appearance, his face turned red, and he quickly sat down.

When everyone saw him fall into the sand, they thought that the poems they made might not be better than him, and if they said it rashly, they would laugh and be generous, so they didn't dare to come out.

After waiting for a while, she heard Ma Xianglan smile and said, "Everyone, everyone." Why is it that today, everyone is exhausted and can't make decent poems? I have a poem in the slave family, and I read it out to make everyone laugh and laugh. ”

As she spoke, Ma Xianglan took a few steps on the stage and chanted:

"Feige Lingyun opens to the water, and the good wind and bright moon will come from the future.

Thousands of rivers practice color and bright books, and thousands of stacks of Lan light brush wine glasses.

Where the flute is falling, who is the first time to return.

Fang Zun actually sat in the public every day, and he had to serve to ascend to the heights and be endowed with talents. ”

Her poem implied irony, ridiculing everyone who only knew how to dance and write, drink and flirt, and no one had real talent and learning—and suddenly everyone in the atrium was ashamed.

At this moment, he heard someone say, "Why does the old bustard have to play tricks like this? Why don't I make a song for you to judge and judge. ”

Then the man whispered:

"Don't worry about the turmoil and the two schedules, the lonely boat chats about the old people.

Chrysanthemum and I are the guest host, and the wine is a brother.

The autumn valley has been sold Wudian rain, and the cold wave is not on the city.

The white head wants to make a black cry, and pays the fisherman piccolo sound. ”

The people present listened to this poem and admired it - there was not a single word in this poem that pointed out the word "lovesickness", but every word was written about the feelings of "lovesickness", and it could be allegorical in the scenery and eloquently, which can be described as the best in the poem.

Ma Xianglan listened to this poem, and couldn't help but praise: "Good poem! Good poetry! I have opened a courtyard by the Qinhuai River for so long, and I have met many Jiangnan talents and read a lot of wonderful poems, but none of them can be compared with today's prime minister! This poem, whose masterpiece is it, please show up ......"

The person who wrote the poem was self-conscious, and did not get up or raise his hand, and it was only after a while that the person around him said: "This is the poem made by this old gentleman!" ”

Ma Xianglan looked at it, and suddenly exclaimed, "Oops", and hurriedly walked to the person from the stage, with a smile on his face: "It turned out that Mr. Yushan was here, why didn't you say hello in advance, and the slave family would come to greet him in person?" ”