However, it was said that Ji Ning proudly walked into the Poetry Pavilion and entered the gate, and it was a luxuriously decorated, and the walls were full of authentic works of celebrities.

A beautiful and slender girl in palace clothes greeted her and saluted Ji Ning: "Welcome." ”

"Hmm." Ji Ning bowed his head slightly.

After the palace girl stood upright, she smiled and said, "I don't know what poems you want to buy today, Master Ji?" ”

"Huh?" Ji Ning was slightly stunned, and immediately understood that most of the former gentlemen Ji Ning were frequent visitors here, but they were just buying poems instead of selling them.

It turned out that the Poetry Pavilion could not enter without intentionally buying and selling poetry. Ji Ning often pretends to sell poems into the poetry pavilion, and his poems can't be sold, so he can only buy poems, which are just used to install a façade in front of fox friends or in the green building.

Of course, Ji Ning didn't know about it.

After Ji Ning was slightly stunned, he immediately smiled and said, "No, today Young Master Ben doesn't buy poems, only sells poems." ”

This time, it was the turn of the palace girl to be stunned.

However, the palace girl reacted quickly, and immediately smiled: "It turns out that Ji Gongzi is going to sell poetry, please go to Jianshi Hall with the concubine." ”

Ji Ning bowed his head slightly, and followed the girl in the palace costume to walk inside.

"I don't know what kind of poem Ji Gongzi wants to sell? Five words, or seven laws? The palace girl asked, her tone relaxed, a bit like an acquaintance talking.

Ji Ning probably guessed that the previous concubine Ji Ning and this palace girl knew each other, and he smiled lightly: "It's not, a long poem." ”

He entered the Poetry Pavilion this time to sell poems for money, not only to owe Du Shou and others more than 400 taels and nearly 300 taels to Ji Fucit him, but also to prepare for future living expenses, not to mention about 1,000 taels.

A five-word or seven-rule poem is not a famous poem, and it is difficult to sell it for a thousand taels.

"Long poems?" The palace girl was taken aback, and couldn't help but stop the lotus step and turned her head to look at Ji Ning.

As far as she knows, Ji Ning can't even do the simplest five-character poem, let alone a long poem. She has read the poems that Ji Ning used to sell, and she doesn't know what to do.

Ji Ning saw the girl in the palace costume cast a suspicious and disbelieving gaze, smiled lightly, and continued to walk towards Jianshitang.

The poetry hall is not a hall, but a long corridor, and on both sides of the corridor are poetry reading rooms. After all, buying and selling poetry is a secret thing, and it is impossible for a group of people to get together.

The palace girl led Ji Ning into a poetry appreciation room, and after closing the door, she said directly: "Master Ji, please show your poems." The concubine is your appraisal. ”

"You?" Ji Ning asked with some surprise.

A front desk reception can also appreciate poetry? Isn't it too child's play?

He scrutinized the girl in palace costumes, and found that the palace girl had a slender figure and a pretty appearance, not to mention that her temperament was also dignified and elegant, not like an ordinary woman.

The palace girl said seriously: "Gongzi Ji knows that the concubine has been promoted to a third-class taster half a month ago. The concubine has the courage to identify Ji Gongzi, your masterpiece. ”

There are three tasters in the Poetry Pavilion, such as A, B, and C, and the C-class taster is the lowest level of tasters, specializing in identifying poems written by some ordinary scholars who are not famous.

"I see," Ji Ning immediately congratulated movingly, "Congratulations." ”

In the Poetry Pavilion, even the lowest connoisseurs are very accomplished in poetry. This palace girl actually became a taster, at least a talented girl. Coupled with her pretty appearance, she can be called both talented and beautiful.

The palace girl returned the gift and thanked Ji Ning.

Ji Ning pondered for a moment and said, "Can you borrow the four treasures of the study?" I haven't copied my poems yet. ”

"Absolutely." The palace girl said, made a gesture of invitation to Ji Ning, and led Ji Ning to the spare desk next to her.

Ji Ning sat down at the desk, polished the ink with his hands, and then wrote on a sheet of unfolded white paper:

"He who forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday."

The girl in the palace costume looked at it from the side, and immediately frowned, what kind of poem is this, although it is a bit smooth to read, but the words are obviously not neat. If you want to talk about words, it doesn't seem to have a word plate in this format.

In fact, at the first word that Ji Ning began to write, her eyebrows began to wrinkle slightly, because Ji Ning's writing was really immature, not much different from that of a novice.

"Those who disturb my heart will be troubled today." Ji Ning continued.

"Huh?" The girl in the palace costume couldn't help but let out a crazy woman's voice of surprise, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she subconsciously read: "Those who abandon me can't stay yesterday." Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today. ”

"Good! Although it is not a poem, it is also quite meteorological. ”

"Ji Gongzi, if you take these two sentences back and fix them well, maybe they can become a good poem." The palace girl couldn't help but suggest.

She did have many contacts with the former Ji Ning, and when Ji Ning entered the Poetry Pavilion to buy poems, almost all of them were received by her, and they were considered acquaintances. Therefore, when he saw that Ji Ning could write such two good sentences, out of kindness, he blurted out a proposal to say it.

Ji Ning smiled faintly and continued to write:

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be a tall building for this.

Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats. ”

Looking at Ji Ning's unhurried poems, the palace girl suddenly couldn't breathe, her beautiful eyes widened, and she was immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, and she couldn't help herself.

After the poem was copied, Ji Ning stood up in a chic manner, left the desk, handed the poem over, and said with a light smile: "Girl, please." ”

The girl in the palace costume subconsciously took the poem for a long time before coming back to her senses, holding the poem in a pair of jade hands, looked at Ji Ning for a long time, and sighed: "The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the water is more sorrowful when you raise a glass to eliminate sorrow." Such good poems are no longer something that concubines can appreciate. ”

"Hehe, what then?" Ji Ning asked with a light smile.

It was not surprising that the palace girl shocked him, this poem is a masterpiece of the poet fairy Li Bai.

The girl in the palace costume replied unexpectedly: "Ling Zun is worthy of being a Wenqu star, and he is only eight buckets high!" ”

Dare to love is that she thinks this poem is Ji Ning's cheap dead ghost father Ji Ling's posthumous work.

Ji Ning couldn't help pouting when he heard this, he wanted to pretend to be forced, but he didn't want to be taken advantage of by his cheap father because the poem was too good.

However, this is also expected by him. If there was no cheap dead ghost father as a shield, he really wouldn't dare to take out this poem.

The palace maiden returned the poem to Ji Ning, and then said: "This poem must be respectfully invited to a taster of the first class of the pavilion to appreciate its true value." Ji Gongzi, please. ”

Ji Ning bowed slightly, walked out of the poetry appreciation room with the palace girl, and returned to the hall.

The palace girl asked Ji Ning to sit in the private seat, and she walked to the main counter and talked to the deacon.

Then, she turned around and returned to Ji Ning, and said apologetically, "Ji Gongzi, I'm really sorry. The first class taster of the pavilion is not available for the time being, so I need to send someone to ask him back. If you have enough time, you can go to the private room with your concubine to sit and drink tea. If not, you can also make an appointment with us and come back another day. ”

It turns out that the first-class tasters who can become the poetry pavilion are themselves very accomplished in poetry and literature, and they are never ordinary people, they are all local famous Confucians, great Confucians, or young talents who are recognized as talented.

How could these people confine themselves to a mere poetry pavilion?

Therefore, the first-class tasters of the Poetry Pavilion can only be hired externally.

In addition, although the Poetry Pavilion is a place to buy and read poetry, the poetry that can really go out of the state capital is reluctant to sell it no matter which talented person is, and it has become famous for others. In particular, talented people are often a mobile vault with no shortage of money at all.

At the end of the year, there are never more than ten poems that really need to be tasted by first-class tasters.

Therefore, the first-class tasters of the Poetry Pavilion rarely sit in the Poetry Pavilion.

"Then it's a cup of tea from your pavilion." Ji Ning stood up and smiled.

The palace girl smiled a little, and gracefully thanked her, "Master Ji, please." ”

Ji Ning nodded, followed the palace girl to the third floor, and then entered a simple room with famous paintings and calligraphy on the walls.

The tables and chairs in the elegant room are not ordinary tables and chairs, but use retro tables and seats such as the Han Dynasty.

The table is finely carved, the seats are finely made wool blankets, and the seats are placed with wisteria futons.

"Ji Gongzi, please." The maiden in the palace costume made a gesture of inviting a seat.

Ji Ning walked over with his head and knelt in front of the wisteria futon.

The palace girl also walked over, and opposite Ji Ning, she knelt down elegantly, and lit the incense of the bronze stove incense tripod placed in the upper left corner of the desk.

The two knelt down face to face across a desk, close to each other, and Ji Ning could even smell the faint fragrance of the palace girl.

When the palace girl was concentrating on burning incense, he subconsciously took a closer look at the palace girl.

I saw that she had ice muscles and jade cleanness, a palm-sized melon seed face, a white and full forehead, two beautiful eyebrows curved like willow leaves like Yuandai, and under her eyebrows was a pair of bright and clear Danfeng eyes, with a beautiful nose, a little crimson cherry mouth, shaved shoulders, and bulging breasts.

After taking a closer look, Ji Ning found that this palace girl was actually a real beauty embryo, if she could dress up, even if she couldn't captivate the country and the city, it would not be far behind.

With a faint green smoke, the private room is filled with soothing sandalwood.

The palace girl asked Ji Ning, "I don't know what tea Ji Gongzi wants to drink?" ”

"Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots." Ji Ning said casually.

The girl in the palace dress nodded slightly, her pretty face turned to the door, and a pair of green onion white hands patted in the direction of the door.

Soon, a maid walked in and saluted Ji Ning and the girl in palace clothes.

"Tea, Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots." The girl in the palace costume said to the girl.

"No." Yahuan answered and withdrew.

The girl in the palace costume turned back to face Ji Ning, and talked calmly about the tea ceremony with Ji Ning on the topic of Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots.

Ji Ning used to be a master's degree in the study of Chinese ancient characters, and he inevitably admired the ancients, and often tasted various famous teas in a vassalage style, and roughly read the tea ceremony works such as "The Book of Tea", "The Story of Sencha Water", "Daguan Tea Treatise", and "Tea Tasting Records". Although I am not very good at tea ceremony, I know a little bit. Rao is like this, compared to the ancients, he still knows too much.

Therefore, as soon as the topic of tea ceremony opened, Ji Ning talked eloquently, and the girl in the palace costume was in awe when she heard it, and couldn't help but say secretly: "I didn't expect him to be proficient in the tea ceremony, just by virtue of this, the world spurned him, and I am afraid that there is a lot of jealousy." ”

When Ji Ning sat with the beautiful and elegant palace girl and discussed the tea ceremony, Ji Jing, Du Shou and others outside the gate of the Poetry Pavilion, as well as the onlookers who occupied most of the street, stood with their thighs aching, and still did not see Ji Ning come out.

"Why has it been so long? It's been half an hour. The onlookers began to talk impatiently.

"Isn't it? Standing so numb that my legs are numb! ”

"Ji Ning can't sell poems, but he doesn't dare to come out, so he will die inside, right?"

"Possibly."

"I think it must be!"

"It's been too long, why don't you disperse?"

"Fart! He caused Lao Tzu to stand with sore legs and feet, wasted so many hours, didn't wait for him to come out and laugh and humiliate him, spit on a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm, and it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in Lao Tzu's heart! ”

"Not bad! What is the Poetry Pavilion? How can he be allowed to stay in it for a long time? He's going to be kicked out soon! ”

"Yes, yes, wait a minute, then the gentleman will be blasted out soon!"

As for Ji Jing, Du Shou and the others, it is even more impossible for them to leave halfway, they just want to guard Ji Ning to death.

However, they have all been clothed and fed since childhood, and they have stood for so long that their legs and feet are sore, and their whole bodies are crumbling. They really wanted to sit down and rest, but in front of everyone, they had to maintain the image of a son, so they could only grit their teeth and curse Ji Ning in their hearts to support them.

In the Listening Rain Pavilion in Su Mansion, after Su Pujia sent the house slaves sent back by Caixia to report the news, she walked to the window, looked into the distance, and sighed lightly: "Although I didn't mean to hurt Boren, Boren was blamed because of me." ”

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