Although these invited women are all top names in the Qinglou or some famous women, they obviously did not come to this garden to accompany the wine.

They don't say that everyone is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but everyone has at least one or two skills, especially the two arts of dance and music, most of them are quite accomplished.

In addition to adding color to this poetry club, the main thing is to wait for good poems and good words to appear in the poetry club, and then these professionals will compose music and dance for these good poems and good words on the spot, which is the main purpose of these top brands.

It is important to know that a good hand in the lyrics can not only make the lyricist famous, but also benefit the person who sings the word. There are so many green buildings, and there are many top brands, but a good song that can be widely sung is rare.

Such as Huang Jiaoniang, Min Qiuyue, Lu Xiaoxiao, Su Wan'er, these top brands are all Qingqi people who maintain their virgin bodies, why do they have to be Qingqi people?

It is to tell those who admire them that I am still innocent, and each of you has a chance, and whoever can be the guest of this curtain depends on your performance.

Since you don't sell your body, you can't always be a few old-fashioned songs that everyone can sing, right? Therefore, every Qinglou and every top brand are digging out their hearts to find good words and good poems, and only in this way can they be unique and suppress others.

In fact, this is also another important reason why in addition to Zheng Qingzhi's identity, why the Seyuan Poetry Club can gather so many top brands and famous prostitutes at once.

After all, with Zheng Qingzhi's status and prestige, if he went to bully a small Qinglou again, it would only make him lose his position, but not add color to him, right?

The peach blossoms are colorful and falling, the drums are singing, and the words of the warblers and swallows that come from time to time are good to enjoy. Such a situation would not make people think at all that at this time, the Mongol army was fighting against the Great Song Dynasty on the line of Sichuan and Jinghu.

Of course, no one seems to mention this stubble.

Jia Rudao could only sigh slightly, but he only sighed. Whether the Great Song Dynasty survived or perished, it didn't matter to him at all, it was a big deal to go to sea to find a place to be an indigenous king and race against the gods.

When he turned his head, he found that Nalan Yu looked at the excited scholars and flashed a little disdain and sneer. Jia Rudao was thoughtful. Unexpectedly, Nalan Yu seemed to feel something, and turned around to look at Shang Jia Yidao with a somewhat stunned look.

"Brother Jia, isn't it a good poem? The other scholars are all meditating, is there a good poem on Nalan's face? Nalan Yu glared at Jia Rudao fiercely, and said disdainfully.

Jia Rudao almost didn't squirt out the wine in his mouth when he heard Nalan Yu's words.

With his character, he shouldn't have been as quick as Nalan Yu's tongue, but it was really this woman who was too entangled, and he was overwhelmed, so he used the classic words of the later generations on her, but he didn't expect to be used by her so quickly.

"This girl is right, Brother Shixian won the championship in one fell swoop last night, but Brother Shixian was entangled and disturbed by Brother Shixian Yaxing, I never thought that such a good opportunity today would make Brother Zi Wanpin Ming Shixian make a big deal, every time I think about this, Zi Wan is itchy and unbearable, and I feel uncomfortable."

Yu Ci also returned to normal at this time, and when he heard Nalan Yu's words, he was serious and sincere.

This can't really be found here, right? Jia Rudao blinked his eyes.

Yu Ci looked at Jia Rudao calmly, his eyes clear.

All right!

Jia Rudao looked at Nalan Yu, and then looked at Shi Xiang, who had withdrawn his hue and seemed to be thinking about poetry, but in fact, he had been observing the situation on his side, lifted the brush and dipped it on the inkstone, and after pausing for a few breaths, he picked up the pen and wrote.

"Bang!"

After doing it in one go, Jia Rudao threw the brush in his hand aside.

"Come, Brother Ziwan drink and drink!"

Jia Rudao picked up the wine glass and pulled Yu Ci and said with a smile, he didn't bother to think about whether Yu Ci was intentional or unintentional, Fan Zheng would let him lie down and go back today.

On the other side, Nalan Yu had already snatched the paper on which Jia Yidao had written a poem, making Yu Ci pounce. Naturally, it is impossible for him to rob Nalan Yu, although he doesn't know Nalan Yu, but he can come with Jia Yidao and Shi Xiang, and he is still a woman, so his identity must not be much different.

Shi Xiang suppressed the curiosity in his heart, picked up his wine glass and touched Jia Yidao slightly: "Brother Shixian, please!" He drank it all down.

"The wind and rain of the Han Tomb, the cold smoke and the grass, the rivers and mountains are full of rise and fall. The sky is empty during the day, and the night is clear, so don't be desolate. The past is the most sad, I want to think of the copper camel alley, the scenery of the golden valley. Several places out of the palace, so far the boy herds cattle and sheep.

The barren sand is vast, there is a line of mulberry and dry, and the snow is cold and carveyed. A cooking smoke, three points of dream rain, endure looking at the slanting sun on the forest surface. Return to the wild goose two or three lines, see the chaotic clouds and low water, and ride the barren hill. The monk's meal is dusk, and the cool moon in the pine gate blows the clothes. ”

"Good words! What a word! ”

With Nalan Yu's chanting in one go, Yu Ci and Shi Xiang, who were listening with their ears pricked up, clapped their hands at the same time and stood up in amazement.

The originally bustling sound in the peach blossom garden was instantly stagnant and suddenly quieted down.

"The past is the most sad, I want to be a copper camel alley, and the scenery of Jingu. Several places out of the palace, so far the boy herds cattle and sheep. Good words, good words. Dare to ask Brother Shi Xian, what is the name of this word? ”

Yu Ci snatched the paper from the hand of Nalan Yu, who was still stunned, and recited it in a low voice again, and asked excitedly.

Okay, Brother Nalan, I'm sorry.

"This word is called Wanghai Tide, Sigh Rise and Fall!"

"Brother Shixian has a noble character and worries about the world, which really makes Ziwan feel ashamed, please ask Brother Shixian to be worshiped by Ziwan again!" Yu Ci didn't seem to notice the many dead silences around him at all, and he looked at Jia Rudao deeply again.

Although Shi Xiang didn't bow his head directly like Yu Ci on the side, his face was also excited, as if the word was written by him.

And Nalan Yu, who originally didn't like Jia Dao, rarely made a sound this time, her beautiful eyes flashed with unpredictable light, and she didn't say a word, and she didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.

"Brother Shixian, Master Zheng has a call." At this time, Zheng Hong hurriedly came, glanced at the white paper that was still tightly grasped by Yu Ci in his hand with a slightly bitter look, and said with a slight smile.

If only a few people heard it when Nalan Yu read it, then Yu Ci just now was the sound of recitation, but it made the vast majority of people in the Peach Blossom Garden hear this sigh.

Although the scholars present may not be able to make good words, they can at least have the skills to appreciate poetry in the middle jinshi.

At this moment, when they heard Master Zheng's call, everyone looked at Jia Rudao who stood up with complicated faces.