On the second floor is a wonderful corridor, which stands at the top of the hall. On both sides of the northwest, there is a private room in each zhang, embroidered with brown gauze curtains, the breeze blows the gauze curtains rippling in a trance, saying that the gentle scenery is endless, and the scenery is charming.

Shen Duzhi was like ink-like green silk hanging down the back of his head, and his eyes were rippling and his veins were looking at everyone with affection. The four maids standing beside the gauze curtain are standing in a pavilion, and their clothes are fluttering in various colors, such as orchids and chrysanthemums, which are dazzling.

"Thanks to the wrong love of all the kings, Wanxi is not very grateful. Today, it has been more than three years since the slave family entered Chang'an, recalling the past, only to feel that time flies, and Shaohua is fleeting. Whether I'm happy or annoyed, I can't help but sigh a little in my heart. It is a fate that you are gathered here. Therefore, Wanxi courageously, invite all of you to compose poems together, by everyone to taste together, if there is a great talent to make a shocking work, Wanxi is willing to play music for its piano in the posture of Pu Liu, serving the ink and adding fragrance. ”

Shen Duzhi stood on the railing and saluted everyone, his face was lightly veiled, and a pleasant voice like a silver bell lingered in the lobby.

The soft words are in the ears, mixed with the gentle and continuous sound of the piano, like the breeze in March in spring, which is indescribably comfortable and comfortable.

"Shen Du knows that there is such an elegant taste, how can we not accompany him." After being intoxicated and soft-spoken for a long time, only one person took the lead in speaking. "I just don't know what to do?"

Shen Duzhi's eyes were clear and longing, as if he was smiling, and he was full of charm: "Confucius said: 'Poetry can be exciting, can be observed, can be grouped, and can be complained. The father of the far things, the king of the distant things, know more about the names of birds, beasts, plants and trees. 'The poems written by the predecessors are either expressed in their feelings or their aspirations. The slave family thinks that what the heart thinks and what the love likes can become poetry. If you are shackled by your own likes and dislikes, it is not beautiful. Therefore, it is proposed that today's poems are not limited to the subject and express their hearts directly. What do you think? ”

"Shen Duzhi is really knowledgeable, and he thinks so."

"Well, yes, I agree."

People of different identities say different things, but what is common is that they don't have a problem with it. But also, unlimited topics mean that you can play freely, whether you are talented or not rhythmic, you have the opportunity to perform. Not to mention that this was proposed by Shen Duzhi, who would be stupid enough to refute the face of the beautiful woman and expressed their approval.

Others vied with each other to show their goodwill, but Lu Hao knelt beside the desk and sipped a drink, ignoring everything in front of him, which was incompatible with this noisy hall.

"Xuan Ce, do you know how to compose poetry?"

"Da Su, it's not me who blows, it's as easy as a palm."

Lu Hao looked at the eagerness of the two of them, glanced at them with disdain, and secretly slandered in his heart: Isn't he just a prostitute, can he use a look of March that doesn't know the taste of meat? Although he also admires Shen Duzhi's temperament a little, he wants him to bend like everyone else and play with his skills like a clown. Pouting, labor and management disdain.

Everyone is a famous person, and there are many literati and writers here, and it can be said that the thing they are most interested in is to write poetry. What's more, if you write a poem today, you can show your prominence among many handsome people, and you will have the opportunity to win the favor of beautiful women.

Most of the people thought like this, so they sat around in twos and threes, and they discussed every word, and the scene was much more noisy than before.

The hall was bustling and lively. After a long while, a blue-clothed gentleman with a delicate face and a well-dressed man took the lead in standing up, humbly arching his hand to the surroundings, and said: "Today, talented people are gathered, and they are not talented. The four gentlemen of Meilan, bamboo and chrysanthemum, headed by plum blossoms, I will take plum as the theme and make a song of plum. With that, he pretended to bow his head in contemplation, pacing back and forth in the hall, clogs babbling against the wooden floor. After eleven or twelve steps, I saw his eyebrows stretched, and said with a chuckle: "Hanmei fell with the snow, and he was arrogant and drove alone." Invincible to the spring breeze, the empty fragrance is the same. ”

"Good poetry."

"Brother Li's song is a masterpiece."

It is indeed a good poem, the first two sentences praise Mei's arrogance, but it is a metaphor for Mei, and the feeling of nostalgia is not met. When the name of the hero is announced, I am afraid that when the temples have become frost, it is wonderful! The sedan chair carried people, and the blue-clothed scholar read it, and some of the scholars got up and praised and commented a few words.

Some talented scholars have to stand up and recite a few sentences, and the rich children with shallow knowledge are not willing to be lonely, so they find some people to spend a lot of money to buy one or two passable verses, and pretend to read them.

No matter who makes poems, Shen knows that no matter how high or low they are, they will comment one by one, and they will not hesitate to praise good poems, so everyone is very enthusiastic in writing poems and chanting poems. Even Zhang Dasu, a guy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, also came to say, "General Mo Dao is not romantic, and I don't see Hu people entering Kyushu." got a decent evaluation, and I couldn't close my mouth when I laughed all night.

You sang and I appeared on the stage, and occasionally one or two excellent poems won Shen Duzhi's praise, and everyone applauded.

Lu Hao smiled slightly, looked at everything in front of him leisurely, put down and picked up the wine cup in his hand, kept pouring wine for himself, and sipped the wine one by one.

"Both Lang Jun wrote poems, didn't Lu Lang make one?" The purple-shirted girl on the side took the wine cup in Lu Hao's hand and poured him crystal clear wine.

"Oh, it's not good for me to compose poetry, so why should I write it."

In contrast, Lu Hao now feels that the purple-shirted girl in front of him called Miaoyu is much cuter, at least she is not pretentious, and her temperament is sincere and free enough. Coupled with the wine in his stomach, he was hazy and a little drunk, Lu Hao no longer twisted, and looked at each other with a strange and playful expression.

"How can it be good, to get the favor of Shen Duzhi, the beauty is fragrant, how many people can't envy it."

"Red Sleeves? Isn't there one in front of you, and he's sincere and not pretentious, why do you need someone else? Besides, poetry is used to express nostalgia and flattery, so it will not fall inferior. ”

"How dare the slave family know that Shen Duzhi is comparable, Lang Jun said with a smile." Miaoyu chuckled, but a dark color quietly flashed in her eyes, and it was fleeting.

Lu Hao grasped the gloom of the other party, his heart moved slightly, and said: "In fact, many people's reputations are praised by others, you have excellent appearance, graceful figure, and sincere and free temperament. If you get the opportunity, you will be able to become famous, and you will not know if you will be a wonderful person in the future. ”

"Then borrow Lang Junji's words, maybe ...... There really was a day. ”

Seeing the strong face of the beautiful woman in front of him, Lu Hao couldn't bear it, thought for a moment, sketched a smile on the corner of his lips, and said, "Miss Miaoyu, can you grind for me?" ”

"Huh?" Miaoyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I want to do what I want." ”

The slender hand took a stone inkstone, dropped a few wisps of water, took out an ingot of ancient oil smoke, and soaked the end of the ink ingot for a while, then gently pinched the ink ingot and grinded it slowly.

When the ink in the inkstone is already thick black, a faint fragrance lingers, and the ink spreads faintly to the surroundings. Seeing that the ink was enough, Miaoyu stopped, picked up a refined wolf hair, and handed it to Lu Hao.

Lu Hao took the pen and soaked the tip of the pen in the water bowl, and then dipped it in the inkstone and wrote.

There is a furrow in the chest, and the pen is lifted to brush a little bit, in one go, and a few lines of poetry drawn in thin gold body stand on the paper.

Picked up the paper raft and looked at it, well, I'm quite satisfied, I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, but fortunately there is no regression. handed it to Miaoyu, who stretched his neck and looked impatient.

At this time, most of the prostitutes had read books to improve their worth, and Miaoyu was no exception, the moment she took the paper raft, she was instantly attracted by Lu Hao's beautiful bones and thin handwriting, and her graceful body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her heart was impressed. More and more expectant, a pair of water-cut pupils moved downward, and their eyes were even brighter, their beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, their cherry lips opened slightly, and they silently read the words above in a low voice while looking at it. The more I thought about it, the more shocked I became, until I looked at Lu Hao in front of me in disbelief.

Lu Hao was calm and calm: "What's the matter, I have something on my face, why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Facing Lu Hao's gaze, Miaoyu's face was slightly red and a little embarrassed, and she twisted: "I don't think that Lang Jun is so talented, and the slave family admires it." ”

"Give it to you, just like it." Lu Hao chuckled, picked up the wine cup unhurriedly, and continued to taste the dishes on the table.

Like, how can you not like it? Such a good sentence is so talented, how can my daughter's family not love it. Miaoyu clutched the paper raft tightly, staring at the poems in front of her, her heart full of mixed feelings. Relive the poems on the paper raft repeatedly, and immerse yourself in it for a long time.

The woman in green on the side noticed her stunned appearance, was curious, quietly came to her, and took advantage of her unpreparedness to snatch the paper raft in her hand.

"What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

"Ahh Hurry up and return me, this is what Lang Jun gave me. ”

"Hey, it's a love letter, I've got to take a good look at it."

The woman in green dodged Miaoyu's attack, and Lianbu moved lightly and hid around the hall. Miaoyu is like a fried cat, chasing after this cramped space regardless of the image.

The woman in green was light, shook the distance between Miaoyu's desks, spit out her fragrant pink tongue as if she was weird, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and while staring at the delicate font on the paper raft, she read out the sentences on the paper raft aloud:

A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain.

By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

At first, the woman in green just had the intention of teasing her sister, but she didn't miss it, and she set off a storm in her heart, her mouth opened slightly, her expression was surprised, and she blinked her eyes and couldn't speak.

The woman in green's voice was soft and waxy, and she spoke softly, and she couldn't make any waves in the noisy hall. But it happened that everyone was resting, and there was only the sound of small chats around, and the soft voice echoed in the hall at the right time.

At first hearing this extraordinary poem, everyone was stunned at first, and after carefully evaluating it, they immediately exclaimed in unison, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became a little uproar.