The atmosphere of Yunxiangyuan has always been like this: the old bustard and the turtle warmly greeted the guests who came to consume; The girls waved their hands and greeted, squeezing out real or fake smiles on their faces, and calling this lord, that lord diligently; The black-clad thugs seem to have nothing to do, but they are actually patrolling the doorways everywhere, and if something happens, they will flock to it; The male patrons here are either sitting or standing, or already lying in their rooms enjoying ecstasy, and their faces are always full of expectation, satisfaction, or unfinished smiles.

Suddenly, a group of literati and scholars stepped on the door, and the old bustard's face suddenly smiled, stepped forward and grabbed Lu Bonian's sleeve, and kept rubbing his chest against Lu Bonian's body, which made Lu Bonian's heart ripple, although this old bustard was not ugly, but Lu Bonian still pushed her hand away a little angrily.

Lu Bonian shook the folding fan and said to the old bustard, "Mother Liu, we are not here to find the girl today."

As soon as she heard him say that she didn't come to find the girl, Liu's mother suddenly looked unhappy: "Since you didn't come to find the girl, what are you here for?"

Lu Bonian said: "Today we are here to participate in the poetry meeting of the flower girl. If I'm not mistaken, isn't it tonight? ”

Mother Liu listened to Lu Bonian's words and knew that he was a new science and technology jinshi, so she nodded busily, with a smile on her face: "Yes, yes, I'll just say, how could Lu Daguan not come to find the girl?" It turned out that I was looking for Jiu Niang. Daguanren, Jiuniang really couldn't leave last time, so I didn't come to see you, you take care of it, come, drink tea! Drink tea! Among the sisters of Yunxiang Academy, Hua Yingying ranks ninth, so it is also called "Hua Jiuniang".

Mother Liu diligently served Lu Bonian a cup of tea, but Lu Bonian didn't answer at all, shook her head and smiled: "Mother Liu, we don't drink tea today, we want to drink wine and give us the best flower carving."

Mother Liu put the tea away, her face was not the slightest gloomy, and she was still smiling: "If the big officials want to drink, they will drink." However, as the saying goes, a good horse must be well saddled. Our Jiu Niang, since she was a child, she can't look down on ordinary princes and grandchildren, she likes those talented people who can write poetry......"

Lu Bonian took out two ingots of silver from his purse, which were twenty taels, and handed them to Liu's mother: "We all know the rules, if you want to see Yingying, you have to pay twenty taels." The money has been given to my mother, and there is a mother of Lao! ”

Mother Liu hurriedly put the two ingots of silver into her arms, and smiled like Maitreya Buddha on her face: "Okay, good, you wait!" After saying that, he went to the second floor.

Mother Liu's voice "big official" made Lu Bonian feel comfortable, and he looked at a few people who came with him proudly, but he didn't find Song Ting's figure, so he asked, "What about the kid surnamed Song?"

"Huh? What about the Xiucai surnamed Song? ”

"It's a good bet, why are they gone?"

"yes, why don't you see anyone?"

“……”

Several people looked at each other, did this Xiucai named Song Ting really not follow? It's a bet that whoever can get the appreciation of Yunxiangyuan's top card tonight will win. He also changed the bet, and if anyone lost, he would give the other party twenty taels of silver, and he would also call himself "grandson".

For such a bet, everyone felt ridiculous at first, but Song Ting insisted on it, and everyone had to think that he was stupid.

This subject is to test poetry and strategy, Lu Bonian can be in the second grade, and his ability to compose poetry is naturally extraordinary. He is a talented showman, but he can't compare himself to a Jinshi with a poem, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Besides, I haven't heard of any famous poems written by this Xiucai named Song Ting, but Lu Bonian has many poems that have been personally praised by Mr. Yang Kui, who is recognized as the first poet in Yangzhou City.

Everyone thought to themselves, they don't need to compare to be superior!

Who knew that as soon as he entered this Yunxiang Courtyard, he disappeared, did he dare not compare and fled? That's going to make people laugh out of their big teeth. At that time, as long as a few people present publicize this matter, then his reputation as Song Xiucai may not be guaranteed in the entire Yangzhou City.

Just when everyone was gloating in their hearts, there was a man wearing a cloth coat who looked like a weak scholar, with a string of sugar gourds in his mouth and two strings of sugar gourds in his hand, swaggering in from the gate of Yunxiangyuan.

This person is none other than Song Ting.

The reason why Song Ting arrived late was because he encountered some trouble halfway. Originally, Lu Bonian and his entourage walked through the street with great swagger and came to Yunxiang Courtyard, lest passers-by not know that these scholars were going to prostitute themselves. Song Ting followed with his hands, looking left and right, looking at the scenery and admiring the market.

Who knows, I actually met the little girl Snow Goose halfway through. Just a few feet away, Xue Yan was buying rouge at the stall, and she didn't know who she bought it for, she herself was still young, and she hadn't seen her wipe rouge usually. Xue Yan suddenly turned his face and unconsciously glanced in the direction where Song Ting was, but fortunately there were many people, Song Ting hid quickly, and when Xue Yan looked over, Song Ting had already hid behind a fortune telling booth.

Seeing that Xue Yan was carrying a basket and looking back in the direction of the Song Mansion, Song Ting dared to sneak out, and he was afraid of running into acquaintances again, so he simply pretended to go shopping and looked at it while walking, and happened to meet an uncle who was holding a straw pole and selling sugar gourds, so he bought five strings of sugar gourds, which were really cheap, only ten cents.

While eating sugar gourds, he walked towards Yunxiang Courtyard, and when he arrived at the door of Yunxiang Courtyard, he attracted countless mocking eyes. There was even a girl who said, "Really, eating sugar gourds to visit a brothel, it's really the first time I've seen ......."

The street where Yunxiangyuan is located is where the brothels are concentrated, with three steps on the first floor and five steps on the first floor, and a courtyard on five steps.

But Song Tingcai didn't care about this, he still ate heavily, ignoring all the criticism, I eat my sugar gourd, what does it matter to you? One by one, they are really salty and eat radishes, and they don't worry about it.

"Brother Lu, come to a string?" After entering Yunxiang Courtyard, Song Ting didn't look at the girls with red and willow greens, picked up the sugar gourd in his hand and handed it to Lu Bonian's mouth.

"It's okay, I'll ask you." Seeing that Lu Bonian did not answer, Song Ting emphasized the word "please".

Lu Bonian's face showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and suddenly turned into laughter: "Hahahaha, I look at you, what a fool!"

"Hey~" Song Ting shook his head disapprehantly, "There was once a great poet who said: What you have in your eyes, you are what you are." I don't know if you've heard of it, Brother Lu? ”

"Who would say such a saliva!?" Lu Bonian's face was full of disdain, he shook his fan, and couldn't help but be curious: "Which great poet said it?"

"Su Dongpo." After Song Ting finished speaking, he took a bite of a ruddy hawthorn wrapped in sugar coating, sweet and sour, extremely delicious, chewing with relish, thinking that the taste of this ancient sugar gourd is more authentic than the modern one, sweet and sour, chewy, delicious!

Who knows, Lu Bonian suddenly asked: "Who is Su Dongpo?"

Song Ting was surprised: "Brother Lu, you don't even know who Su Dongpo is?"

The other people beside Song Ting all came over: "Who is Su Dongpo?"

Click, at this moment, the space seemed to freeze, and the sugar gourd that Song Ting had eaten half of his hand suddenly fell to the ground, he was already unconscious of the sugar gourd or something, and there was only one voice in his mind: In this world, there is no Su Shi.

No...... Su shi.

Originally, when he knew that there were big names such as Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, and Wang Anshi in this world, he thought that this was probably a dynasty similar to the Northern Song Dynasty, who would have thought that Su Shi had never appeared in this dynasty.

This...... It's time to play.

"The Su Dongpo you are talking about, forgive him for not being a powerful person! It can't be because he can recite a few lines of poetry, so you can tell him what kind of great poet he is, right? Lu Bonian sneered.

"That's right, we haven't heard of Su Dongpo you said. Is he as good as Mr. Yang Kui? Someone said disdainfully.

Song Tingxin thought that there was really Su Dongpo in this world, how could there be anything to Yang Kui, I am afraid that Yang Kui would not be worthy of lifting Su Dongpo's shoes. But now these are ordinary people, so I don't bother to bother with them, so I casually made up a lie: "Su Dongpo, I went to Shuchuan when I was a child to meet a teacher surnamed Su, because his family lives in Dongpo, so everyone calls him 'Su Dongpo'."

"Hahaha! Let's just say that you are talking nonsense! ”

Ignoring the laughter of the crowd, Song Ting slowly bent down and picked up the sugar gourd that had fallen on the ground, slowly wiped it with his sleeve, and picked it up again to continue eating. The heart said that he couldn't waste food, the family didn't have much money, and the gambling contract between him and Lu Bonian was nothing more than to earn his twenty taels of silver to subsidize the family. As for the grandfather, he felt that it didn't matter, it was better to use his tongue than to make money easier. Speaking of which, the fifty taels given by Mu Yunchuan yesterday have been handed over to Zhao Yuanzhen for safekeeping. There are so many people in the family, and there is no one to make money, so he has to worry about it......

Compared with the noise and noise on the first floor, there is peace and tranquility in a private room on the second floor.

In the first-class private room, there are clouds and mist, which are filled with the faint fragrance of vanilla, and in the mist, two ink splash landscape paintings are gradually presented, with fine brushes and ingenious workmanship, and at first glance it is from the hands of famous artists; Further inward, you can see exquisite square tables, chessboards, guzheng, huqin and other objects; Further down, separated from the outside world by a beaded curtain, is the woman's boudoir, which has a pink bed covered with a silk quilt, and to the right of the bed is a delicate dresser. Near the window, several pots of orchids and daffodils were carefully raised, and the orchids grew small and delicate, with a faint floral fragrance.

A gorgeous woman wearing a pink peony dress, a plain white low-cut bandeau and a peony bun was combing her makeup in the mirror for a while, but she seemed to be saying to the mirror: "Qiu Yan, can you help me think about tonight's exam questions?"

"Think about it, Yingying." A woman wearing a crescent-colored narrow-sleeved shirt and a white skirt with the same crescent moon was bending over to trim orchids with scissors, and said with her back to the gorgeous woman. Although his face is not visible, his figure is extremely good, with a thin hip and waist, exquisite concave and convex, and an excellent back curve.

"Well, you'll have to write the words in advance, or I won't be able to deal with those readers. By the way, Qiu Yan, you said Wang Gongzi...... Will he come tonight? ”

Bai Qiuyan turned around, and her cold face barely showed a smile: "Yingying, don't worry!" Prince Wang will come tonight. ”

Hua Yingying was flushing pink on her face, her face flushed, and she said shyly: "It would be great if Wang Gongzi could come."

Bai Qiuyan couldn't help but tease: "That's not it!" Thinking that Wang Gongzi is not only a talent, but also from a famous family, he has been an official for generations, and his father is a captain, how can you not think of marrying? ”

Hua Yingying's face was full of shyness: "Qiu Yan, what are you talking nonsense, who is going to marry him?"

Bai Qiuyan smiled, and a pair of scissors clicked on Hua Yingying's head, and cut the void for a while: "Okay, good!" You don't marry, you don't marry...... If you don't marry me, marry ......"

Hua Yingying: "Qiuyan, don't don't...... Aha......"

Suddenly, the sound of laughter spread throughout the private room.