Mu Qing's green jade fingers plucked the strings lightly, and the crisp sound of a spring "ding-" resounded throughout the back hall, and then, the light sound of the piano rose leisurely.

The soothing prelude flowed out from Mu Qing's fingers, like a trickle flowing through the heart, and everyone was intoxicated.

"This is "Mountains and Flowing Water"?" Lin He had never heard in his heart that someone could perform "Mountains and Flowing Water" so perfectly, Lin He seemed to feel the excitement of Yu Boya when he first met his bosom friend Zhongzi.

After the prelude, the piano music suddenly turned, and Mu Qing's Qianqianyu fingers suddenly plucked the strings quickly, sometimes the waves were turbulent and high-pitched, and sometimes the flowing water Ding Dong was graceful and melodious.

The back hall was silent, and no one wanted to be the first to speak, as if they would spoil the wonderful surroundings.

Mu Qing's autumn-like eyes glanced at the audience, and said softly: "This song "Mountains and Flowing Water", the little woman is ugly. ”

Hearing Mu Qing's voice, the back hall came alive, a young Confucian stood up, smiled and arched his hand: "Miss Mu Qing's song is like a heavenly sound, I only heard it in my life, I can't hide the excitement in my heart, I hereby offer a poem." ”

"In the past, listening to music was not enough to boast, but today the fairy sound is exciting. The strings of the green piano condense the silk bamboo, Xiaoxiang listens to the Jiangnan Jia. ”

Mu Qingzhu had a smile on her lips, nodded slightly, and said, "The son is talented, the little woman admires." ”

Seeing Bo to the beauty of a joy, everyone in the audience regretted it, most of the people sitting there were conceited and talented, this poem can only be said to be average, they thought they could make it, but this person took the lead and won the favor of admiration.

The young Confucian arched his hand and smiled proudly, "Miss Mu Qing is too famous. ”

Seeing that everyone in the audience was eager to try, as if they were going to compose poems, Mu Qing didn't look at them, but sighed lightly, and said: "Mu Qing has nothing to do today, and found a story: there is a pair of men and women who are friends in the world, and the two fell in love at first sight when they first met. ”

Mu Qing spoke eloquently, her voice was melodious, but Lin He was inexplicable.

"This ...... What is the moral of this story of Miss Mu Qing? The young gentleman not far from the Lin River also looked puzzled.

The Confucian student on the side replied in a low voice: "This is Miss Mu Qing's habit, it is said that before the question is asked, she has to say some things, or the world is full of situations, or different opinions. These are very related to the questions that follow, so you should listen carefully. ”

The young scholar nodded in acknowledgment.

Later, the man's family declined and he came to the door to propose. The woman's parents obstructed in every possible way, intending to repent of the marriage. And the woman did not hesitate to force each other to die, and finally married the man with a rich dowry. A few years later, the man was occasionally appreciated by the prime minister. For the sake of his own future, the man lied to the prime minister that he was unmarried, and secretly sent a letter of resignation back to his hometown, abandoning the woman and marrying the prime minister's daughter. After receiving the letter of resignation, the woman drew a handkerchief torn in half on the folding fan given by the man and asked someone to send it to the man. Then the woman told her family that her husband had been killed by a bandit, so she committed suicide by throwing herself into a well. ”

This is a standard story of a negative man abandoning his wife, this kind of story is still relatively rare in the Jin Dynasty, so everyone present is immersed in the sad atmosphere of the story, some are shocked by the woman's chastity, and some are disdainful of the man's actions.

After the little woman saw this story, she seemed to have a thousand words in her chest, but the little woman was shallow and difficult to spit out. Today, I would like to invite you to answer with poems, which has solved the depression in the little woman's heart. ”

The beauties whispered softly to each other, which naturally made the guests' hormones soar. Those present either angrily denounced the man for his guilt, or sympathized with the woman's plight. However, none of these words elicit any response from the admiration on the stage.

A quarter of an hour later, the sound in the back hall faded away, and a brocade-clothed boy wearing a golden crown stood up, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said, "This son has a poem that can help Miss Muqing relieve her knots." ”

On the high platform, Mu Qing behind the gauze curtain seemed to raise her head.

Only then did everyone suddenly come back to their senses.

Mu Qing has held two such activities in the past, one is to write fu, and the other is to say a word, and this time it seems to be about poetry.

The guests who came back to their senses were all annoyed when they saw that they had been dialed out.

The boy in brocade opened the folding fan, smiled proudly, and recited the poem: "In the past, there was a negative heart and a weak luck, and it was really rampant to abandon his wife. The chaste martyr broke the folding fan, and she had no choice but to jump into the well and feel sad. ”

After reading a poem, the audience was silent!

Everyone looked at the brocade boy shaking the folding fan, and they all looked strange. Even a guest who was drinking tea spit tea on the table with a "poof".

This poem can be said to be useless, and the only advantage is that the rhyme is pressed correctly.

"The son is quick to think, and the concubine is admired." Mu Qingyan said insincerely: "It's a pity that this poem doesn't match the mood of the concubine. ”

The boy in brocade retracted the folding fan and sat down with a wooden face, as if he just regretted that his poem did not fit Mu Qing's mind.

Hearing the poem, Ji Hai tilted his head and looked at Bai Ruochen beside him.

Everyone around them turned their eyes, as if Bai Ruochen didn't speak, and others didn't dare to speak.

Bai Ruochen is known as "calligraphy and painting", and his attainments in this poem are naturally not low.

He groaned for a moment, then stood up.

"Bai Gongzi is going to compose a poem!"

"Quick, take the notes!"

"I didn't come in vain today, not only did I hear Miss Mu Qing's piano, but I could also hear Bai Gongzi's poems!"

……

Everyone looked expectant.

Mu Qing, who was behind the curtain, also cast her apricot eyes curiously.

"Miss Mu Qing, there is a poem below." Bai Ruochen smiled slightly, with a confident look on his face.

"Oh? Mu Qing listened to her son's masterpiece. Mu Qing said softly.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Bai Ruochen nodded and said:

"Uncle can't follow, Jie has been martyred. Faith and righteousness are not lost, and life and death are like waiting for the closed. ”

This is a simple five-character quatrain, mainly to praise the chastity of this woman, which is considered a superior work. In such a short period of time, making poems that are in line with the theme of this poem, Bai Ruochen's poetic attainments are indeed extraordinary.

The crowd clapped their hands and applauded.

"Great! A perfect interpretation of the woman's chastity in the story! ”

"Dasaku, Dasaku!"

"It is worthy of being a double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting!"

……

When everyone applauded, Mu Qing on the high platform let out a noncommittal "um".

Bai Ruochen frowned, but in the end he didn't say anything and sat down.

Everyone knew that this poem did not make Mu Qing favored, and they couldn't help but look at Mu Qing on the stage in surprise, and they discussed in low voices, probably because Mu Qing was too demanding.

Mu Qing ignored these voices.

Bai Ruochen has finished it, and everyone in the audience is no longer clumsy, they are all racking their brains, and from time to time someone stands up and shows off their talents in their chests.

It's a pity that the time is too short, and most of the poems made by the guests are mediocre works, and few are outstanding, and they can only get Mu Qing's perfunctory voice of "um" and "good".

When no one stood up in the back hall, Mu Qing, who was sitting on the mahogany chair, said lightly: "The concubines of the guests' masterpieces have been read, but the depression in the concubine's body and mind is still difficult to eliminate. ”

Mu Qing's eyes fluttered, and there was a slight disappointment in her bright eyes, "Today's concubine is a little tired, let's listen to your masterpieces another day." ”

Some experienced guests had already expected this situation, Mu Qing held this kind of banquet twice before, whether it was writing or preaching, and finally did not let anyone into his boudoir.

The main reason is that Mu Qing's way of asking questions is too tricky, and every time she participates, she swears that it is difficult for talented people to make good works that fit the theme at the meeting, so they all return home.

Mu Qing stood up, revealing her graceful figure under the light veil.

Seeing that Mu Qing was leaving, everyone's disappointment was revealed.

Just then, a crisp voice broke the silence in the back room.

"Miss Mu, there is a poem below!"

Lin He stood up, his tall figure standing out from the crowd.