Chapter 201: Poetry Club (2)

After Wan Qiyang knew about this situation, he thought to himself that it was obviously impossible for him to fool around with ordinary businessmen, so he had to register as a student. When he chose www.biquge.info identity as a student, even Jiang Shusheng was a little surprised, he thought that he would bring a businessman to the poetry friend and would be praised by Caoyun's daughter, but he didn't expect that this son was not a businessman!

However, this can't just be registered upstairs just because he said he was a student, but he needs to recite a poem of his own now, so this Jiang Shusheng also recited a poem of his own first, of course, it can only be regarded as average, and it meets the requirements of poetry, and what makes Wan Qiyang a little embarrassed at this time is that he is wondering whether to use the poems of later generations? After thinking about it for a while, I decided to be too lazy to do it myself, and if I didn't do it, I would have to make a mess, so I might as well learn from it myself!

"This son, do you have poems or lyrics? If you really don't have one, you can choose an uncommon poem or word, as long as you explain the source. But it required an additional ten taels of silver. "The girl who stood at the door and came to check the registration, judging by her dress, could also be a woman like the Qingqi of this 'Xingfang Pavilion'.

"Oh, so this is fine, but this son also has a poem 'Title Bamboo Stone', 'Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.'" Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. After Wan Qiyang finished chanting, including Jiang Shusheng, there was also an unbelievable look on his face, only the little sister Qingqi who was guarding the door asked: "Gongzifeng just recited his own poems?" ”

"Hehehe, have you heard this poem before?" Wan Qiyang is naturally confident, this poem was written by Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty, Wan Qiyang borrowed it at the moment, but now he has let this poem come out in advance.

"Mo Gongzi is a real person and does not show his face, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Jiang Shusheng also had a respectful look on his face at this time, not as proud as before.

"Don't dare, it's ugly!" Wan Qiyang asked Qing Qi in front of the door at this time, "Can we go upstairs?" ”

In the Qinglou of this era, it is also regarded as a vassal elegance, often literati and ink writers love to come here to drink and compose poems, while enjoying singing and dancing while making music and reciting poems, so unhappy!

At this time, Qing Qi also reacted, "Childe, you can call me Xiaocui." Two please come with me, this poem made by the son is really a wonderful poem, I can't imagine that the son is also a temperament, completely give the green bamboo perseverance charm in the poem, Xiaocui really admires, Xiaocui and Miss are particularly fond of bamboo! I hope to have the opportunity to see Childe's masterpieces. ”

Wan Qiyang didn't expect this situation, so he casually took an original Qing Dynasty poem to deal with it, but he didn't expect to be considered a genius! It seems that I will have to sacrifice ugliness again in a while! Wan Qiyang was thinking in his heart, let's talk about it later!

Wan Qiyang and Jiang Shusheng came directly to the third floor with Xiaocui, at this time there are not many people on the third floor, there is an open-air balcony on the third floor is quite spacious, half of it has a canopy to cover the rain, so the other half is only because of the continuous rain in recent days to wash the ground is very clean and refreshing, and there are a few potted plants and green bamboos on the balcony are growing delicate, it seems that the 'everyone' of this pavilion really loves bamboo, but I didn't expect that my casual 'masterpiece' is the same 'hobby' as the owner here! Wan Qiyang couldn't help but laugh secretly.

After Xiaocui took the two to the third floor, he invited the two to sit casually, and then a maid came to bring tea, Wan Qiyang finally saw the tea at this time, it was the fruit tea that had been brewed a long time ago, at this moment he was really like a thirsty cow saw the water, and immediately picked up the cup and drank it all, and even hurriedly called the maid who was about to leave.

"Miss, please wait a moment, can you have another drink? Thank you! ”

"Childe, just call me Xiaohong, I'm not a miss." After the maid finished speaking, she poured another cup for Wan Qiyang, but because the cup was too small, Wan Qiyang was too thirsty, so she drank three cups in a row, and Xiaohong's eyes widened when she saw it, thinking that this son didn't look like he was here to participate in the poetry club, but like a guy who came to eat and drink.

And Wan Qiyang also quenched his thirst, and he was thinking that the word Miss still has a noble title now, not like the meaning of hundreds of years later, after thanking him again, Wan Qiyang put the cup full of tea on the tea machine.

"Seeing the smile, Shicai is so thirsty, I finally drank it happily, I am really grateful to Jiang Gongzi for bringing me here." Wan Qiyang naturally wants to thank this guide, Jiang Gongzi.

"Mr. Mo, you are polite, it is the most correct decision I have made to bring Mr. Mo to participate in the 'Poetry Friends Club'. If not, how can you hear Childe's masterpiece! Jiang Shusheng made a gesture to Wan Qiyang at this time.

"Don't dare, don't dare! Jiang Gongzi should not be presumptuous, let's encourage everyone! Wan Qiyang naturally returned the gift.

At this time, Xiao Cui took the two of them to the third floor and went straight to the boudoir of the young lady here to report the matter, and the first few people to see this scene were also a little strange, one of them is the son of a rich local family, that is, the son of the so-called outbreak family, the figure is small and fat, since he has money and some capital, but he is still not respected in the eyes of a little powerful person, so he invited his son to teach in a private school since he was a child, and now he is almost sixteen or seventeen years old, and it seems that he knows Jiang Shusheng, Because he also took the exam for several sessions before he got an epistudent, but Jiang Shusheng was an additional student, but he was one or two years older than him, plus Jiang Shusheng's family background was much worse than his family, but he was often respected by everyone less than Jiang Shusheng, so he was extremely uncalm at this time, because he didn't get the treatment of someone leading him upstairs when he came.

It is said that this show is divided into three classes, and the best ones are called "endowments", which are distributed by the state on a monthly basis; secondly, it is called "proliferation", which does not provide food; The third is the attached student who is only enrolled in the school.

And just now, when he saw Wan Qiyang being thirsty and drinking a few cups of tea just now, he also thought that this person was brought by Jiang Shusheng, and he looked like a businessman. At this time, he chatted with a few people around him, "A few seniors, don't you think that's Jiang Zijun Jiang's 'hyperplasia'?" How did he bring a merchant with him? ”

"I see that the two of them were brought up by Xiao Cui, the maid next to the 'everyone' of the 'Xingfang Pavilion' here." One of them, a scholar of the same age as Jiang Shusheng, spoke.

"It seems to be yes, I heard that there are several programs of the poetry friends held by the daughter of the governor of Caoyun today to add some atmosphere to everyone, I hope you can make more good works, and then use them for auction to the businessmen she invited, and all the funds raised at that time will be used as porridge for the victims who have fled the Jingjiang flood at this time." This was said by a more gorgeously dressed son, and then he said: "Maybe you don't know yet, I spent ten taels of silver to find out some news from one of the maids, it is said that even the 'everyone' here Ning Xing'er will personally participate in this poetry meeting, if anyone can win the crown of the final poetry king competition, there will be a chance to exchange experiences with them face-to-face in the same room!" I have this opportunity to share with you first, who has a good poem to borrow from this son first, fifty two songs, if it is a good sentence is included by Miss Xu, the daughter of Caoyun, it will be doubled! ”

It turns out that this person is also a straw bale, but he is richer than the little fat man.

(End of chapter)