The people in the garden laughed together, or discussed poetry, or watched the scenery shallowly, chanted and sang, and suddenly heard someone shouting provocatively, and they all cast their eyes on Lotte.

"Huang Gongzi ......" Qi Liuyue glanced at the person who made a provocative speech to Lotte, and wanted to stop it, but he wanted to stop it, thinking that this Huang Gongzi was also a person with a lot of background.

"How?" Hearing that Qi Liuyue was biased in favor of Lotte, the look in Huang Gongzi's eyes became more and more dissatisfied, obviously jealous.

The crowd looked at Lotte, then at Qi Liuyue beside Lotte, and then at Huang Gongzi, who was provoking Lotte, and many people understood when they were neutral.

Scholars and scholars play in the wind and moon field, in order to become the guest of the famous court, they compete with each other and are jealous, and it is common to fight poems and words to win or lose.

What's more, it is even more of an elegant thing to talk about, a certain son and a certain talent, the two of them are fighting and sleeping Oiran or something, you can imagine how eye-catching it is, not to mention that the winner is not only accompanied by famous tricks, but also a capital to show off among scholars.

Ordinary people's deference is called filthy practice, and everyone despises it; The scholar's trick is called the charm of flowers, which is a romantic and elegant thing that everyone praises. You don't see, whether it is the words of later generations or folk legends, the love scenes of Shizi Oiran are quite marketable.

Seeing this appearance, everyone in the garden was also interested, and it could become a beautiful flower.

"Binzhi!" A man who was nearly thirty years old and dressed as a scholar in a fancy costume came forward and motioned to Huang Gongzi, who was provoking Lotte, not to say much, and then smiled at Lotte and said: "This friend is very angry, I don't know where he is from this road?" ”

Lotte smiled and replied: "I happened to pass by today, I saw the beautiful scenery of the opening of this art fair, and I heard that everyone was singing the wind and the moon, and I was obsessed with hearing it for a while, but it was abrupt!" ”

Hearing Lotte speak like this, the man nodded and smiled: "In this way, Mr. is also an elegant person!" ”

"Eating and drinking is also so high-sounding!" The young man who called Huang Binzhi opened his mouth to mock Lotte, and said: "Brother Yang, what are you talking about with people like him who eat and cheat and drink, just go out!" ”

Listening to Huang Binzhi's words, this person didn't pay much attention to it, and said to Lotte: "The next surname is Yang Mingsong, it is the owner of this garden, I don't know where Mr. is from?" ”

It turned out to be a local tyrant, Lotte said for a long time, and returned the salute: "In Xiapingyu County, the cheap name is not worth mentioning!" ”

"Pingyu?" Listening to Lotte's words, someone in the pavilion in the distance said: "If you talk purely about poetry, the peach blossom Langjun of Pingyu can be the number one person, and he can be compared with Yan Xiaoxianggong of this dynasty, Dongpo Jushi, Zhou Bangyan Zhou, and Li Yi'an!" ”

Hearing someone talk about himself, and praise him quite highly, Lotte was also a little drunk in his heart.

Seeing that Lotte was like this, Yang Song Yang said: "Do friends know that peach blossom Le Langjun?" ”

"Pingyu is a remote and small county, the land is narrow and sparsely populated, and I know it!" Lotte replied.

"It's just that a country official in a black robe has made a few poems, how can he compare with the ministers of this dynasty!" When Huang Binzhi heard that Lotte was mentioned, there was a little anger in his eyes, and he said: "A few months ago, there were poems coming out of Lotte, but there have been no new works in the past few months, I'm afraid Jiang Lang is exhausted!"

In the Song Dynasty, the scribes in the county government were not considered real scholars, and they could only wear black caftan according to the state system.

In order to please Lotte, Qi Liuyue said softly from the side: "The concubine heard that the people were displaced due to the Pingyu fire, and Le Langjun couldn't bear it, so she stopped chanting and singing and chanting Fengyue!" ”

Hearing Qi Liuyue defend Lotte and raise his reputation, Huang Binzhi snorted coldly: "Why can't you bear to be low, chanting shallowly, chanting Fengyue, it is obviously because Jiang Lang is exhausted, and he is selling his reputation and reputation!" ”

"Binzhi, the words are a little too much!" There is a humane over there: "Jiang Mou usually thinks about and tastes this Le Langjun's poems, which are all works of indignation and heart, and the style of words is full of works of spring flowers and autumn moons......"

This man is clearly an analyst.

Someone chuckled and said: "The black-shirted little official of the county government can't win the future and fame, isn't it full of resentment in his heart, he can only sleep|Huasu|Liu Chat to comfort himself!" ”

"Although this person is a junior official in the yaya, the artistic conception, weather, meaning, choice of words, rhyme, and speed in the poems are really comparable to my generation!" The first person to open his mouth to pursue Lotte, apparently a loyal fan of Lotte, was a little unconvinced and retorted, and said: "When I heard that the Pingyu Oiran was a big competition, that Le Langjun made ten lyrics in more than an hour and gave the top ten of the flower list, and he was a shocking word!" ”

When Huang Binzhi heard this, he sneered disdainfully: "Ten songs are composed in one hour, is it possible that this Lotte is a Wenqu star in the sky?" According to Huang, those ten poems must have been written in advance, and they were just to show off on the field! ”

Why does Huang Binzhi want to target himself everywhere, Lotte is a little puzzled.

"That Pingyu Oiran Dabi, the slave family also participated, and I was lucky to get a Tanhua!" This is also the highlight of his life, Qi Liuyue had a little pride on her face, and said: "That Oiran Dabi originally set the name of only the top three, and Le Langjun gave it away with words, but later Le Langjun took pity on the other seven people in the first class, and temporarily made seven more songs, and the slave family saw it with his own eyes on the side!" ”

"What Qi Tanhua said is reasonable, Jiang also speculated about Lang Jiu afterwards, the last seven lyrics are obviously not as beautiful as the artistic conception of the first three songs, and the traces of on-the-spot play are too heavy, and they should not be faked!" The analyst surnamed Jiang nodded and said.

That's all there is to it, then Huang Binzhi set his eyes on Lotte and said, "I said this friend, should you leave a masterpiece and let me wait for a review?" ”

"That's it, that's it!" Someone shook his head when he heard Huang Binzhi's words, and said: "Binzhi, my Tianzhong Poetry Society has published a collection, how can I record the poems of ordinary people, don't embarrass others, and don't humiliate me!" ”

"The Poetry Society of Heaven?" Being slighted, Lotte raised his eyebrows, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

The man sneered and said to Lotte: "You are a student member of a county, haven't you even heard of the famous Tianzhong Poetry Society in Caizhou?" ”

Lotte didn't care at all: "I entered the county school late, I have never heard of the Tianzhong Poetry House, is this Tianzhong Poetry House very famous, and I don't know what masterpieces of the Tianzhong Poetry Society are recited in the world?" ”

Is this new student who enters the county school a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, or an ignorant person who is fearless? Or deliberately said this deliberately hateful words, many people thought in their hearts.

When the state students of the Tianzhong Poetry Club heard this, their eyes were immediately full of anger, and they all turned their eyes to Lotte.

"Open your eyes and see, how can the pen and ink poems in this pavilion not be considered masterpieces?" The person who said it was obviously a figure in the Tianzhong Book Society, and when he heard this, he was immediately furious, looked at Lotte, and sneered: "Since this is the case, then please show your demeanor!" ”

"Then you'll be ugly!" Lotte smiled, turned sideways to Qi Liuyue next to him, and said, "Can the girl write?" ”

"The slave family can write!" Qi Liuyue responded.

Lotte chuckled: "In the next place, is it good for the girl to write?" ”

Qi Liuyue nodded lightly.

At this time, a small servant hurriedly sent pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Huang Binzhi was originally admired by Qi Liuyue, and when he saw that Lotte asked Qi Liuyue to write, a sense of frustration arose in his heart, and he said coldly: "My Tianzhong study house is all self-writing, why don't you write it yourself?" ”

Lotte replied indifferently: "The habit I have developed at home these days has always been just to move my mouth, and these things of grinding ink and writing are done by the concubines, and they can be regarded as red sleeves! ”

Concubines...... Accept a concubine, there is more than one!

Everyone listened to Lotte's words, and couldn't help but raise their eyebrows, this person was arrogant, could it be that he was a son of a rich man's family?

After laying out the rice paper, Qi Liuyue wrote: "Mr. said, the concubine is ready!" ”

Lotte nodded, looking at Qi Liuyue's eyes instantly became affectionate: "Pingyu Oiran Dabi and the girl's fate, parting so far, the girl has not forgotten the girl, the girl has not forgotten in the next, I often miss the girl in my dreams, and for several months, I have fallen into a sleepless illness at night!" ”

Hearing this, if Qi Liuyue hadn't taken care of her image, she would have leaned back and closed her back with a smile, and said with a smile: "Mr. is really good at talking!" ”

At the same time, Qi Liuyue was happy in her heart, Lotte was so pretentious, she must have a good mouth, and thought that this poem was not a work of Oiran Dabi, but was really made for herself, and her eyes immediately changed the period of Ai Ai.

"In order to express my longing, I will write a poem under it, I hope you don't laugh!" Lotte continued, and then looked at Qi Liuyue's eyes suddenly became confused, and his voice instantly became sad and hoarse, and he chanted shallowly: "A few times the flowers sit and blow the flute, and the red wall of the silver man looks into the distance." It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. ”

Doing drama on the scene is the skill of the female play, listening to Lotte's poetry, Qi Liuyue began to put down the pen with her sleeves in her hand, when she wrote the third sentence and heard the fourth sentence, the pen in her hand suddenly stopped, and she looked at Lotte for a while and was a little confused.

"It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is dewed and the midnight is up." Many people in the garden chanted, nodding their heads involuntarily, and their mouths were wonderful.

After being stunned for a moment, Qi Liuyue woke up from her daze and smiled lightly, this peach blossom Langjun didn't even know who he was, how could he be in love with himself. Le Langjun's means of acting on the scene is that he is also willing to bow down to the wind and dust.

Where did he know Qi Liuyue's thoughts in his heart, Lotte sighed softly, continued to show his actor-level acting skills, and said again: "Lingering thoughts are exhausted, like a sad heart peeling banana." In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”

"Good!"

After Lotte chanted, Yang Song stroked his palms and shouted, and said: "Mr. has a deep love for this Qi girl, why not take her as a concubine, and relieve the pain of lovesickness!" ”

Lotte continued to soar his acting skills, and his face was helpless: "There are proud wives and concubines in the family, if Le includes Miss Liuyue in the family, Miss Liuyue doesn't know how much suffering she will suffer!" ”

Suffering may not be, the first thing Lotte thinks about is raising himself?

After a pause, Lotte arched his hand and said to Yang Song: "Today, I took the liberty to break into Brother Yang's garden and disturbed it for a while, I really shouldn't have it, so I retreated!" ”

Seeing that Lotte was leaving, Yang Song said: "Why don't you leave your name as a big name?" ”

Lotte said goodbye, and said as he walked: "Most of the poems in Yuefu are written by anonymous people, and they have been passed down through the ages!" ”

With the sound of leaving, Lotte's back faded away, and when the voice completely fell, the figure had completely disappeared into the lush shade.

This word should be the best today, and some people recalled the verses again and again, and couldn't help but sigh.

Pingyu's literary style has always been invincible, and it is even more nameless in Jingbei Road, is Pingyu now feng shui changed, and such talented people are outstanding, some people think.

The self-proclaimed talent is eight buckets, and the talents of the Tianzhong Poetry House are even more gritted their teeth, don't say that the poems they make today are none of the poems they have made over the years that are comparable to Lotte's, and Lotte is a poem, which is obviously slapping the face of the Tianzhong Poetry Society.

At this time, not only a group of scholars gathered over, but also those female actors who were invited to come over, and their eyes fell on the poem handwritten by Qi Liuyue, and a female singer asked: "Sister Liuyue, who is this minister?" ”

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