"Miss Liu......" Xiaoyu whispered.

Liu Ru came to her senses from that poem, turned her head to Xiaojuan and said, "Reward." ”

Xiao Juan immediately took out an ingot of ten taels of silver and stuffed it into Xiao Yu's hand.

She has been serving Liu Ru for many years, how can she not see that her young lady is happy, and she has a jade mouth, so naturally she can't only give two taels of silver like just now.

Xiaoyu didn't expect that this time a poem could be exchanged for ten taels of silver, so excited that she almost knelt down to thank her.

Liu Ru looked down at the poem again, and suddenly realized that there was no payment behind the poem.

"Why hasn't this word been settled?" She couldn't help but ask with a slight frown.

Such a rare word in the world was not signed, and the person who copied the poem was too disrespectful to the author, and she couldn't help but be a little angry.

Xiaoyu hurriedly replied: "Back to Miss Liu, this song is also a bit strange to follow the previous one. ”

"Could it be that this poem was also written by Widow Qin, but it was given by her friend?" Xiao Juan suddenly interjected incredulously.

Xiao Yu said: "It wasn't written by Widow Qin, it was written by Ji Ning." ”

"Ji Ning? Ji Ning, who became a poem in four steps? Liu asked curiously.

She still knows a lot about Ji Ning.

After all, she is in Tianxianglou, and Tianxianglou is famous for gossip and gossip in this place.

After she played the piano and sang to the customers, she chatted with the guests through the light gauze screen, and often heard all kinds of gossip about Ji Ning.

She has heard a lot, although she has not really met Ji Ning, but she probably has an impression in her mind that it is not easy for Ji Ning to be a gentleman.

Since he was a child, he had no father and mother, lacked discipline, and then was disliked by his fiancée and dissolved the marriage contract, and then he was just out of the Ji Mansion. And when he was kicked out of the Ji Mansion, not only could he not get a penny of settling in, but he was dumped by the Ji Mansion for nearly three hundred taels of silver.

"That's him." Xiaoyu replied: "However, he did not admit that the poem was written by him, and he did not say that he dreamed it in a dream last night, and refused to pay for it." It's really a pedantic scholar, if I just said that I wrote it, how good it would be! ”

"Xiaoyu, there are some things to do and not to do. You won't understand. Liu Ru faintly criticized.

Xiaoyu hurriedly agreed.

"Stand down. Continue to inquire about the news of Chongwangfu, and I will not treat you badly. Liu said.

After Xiaoyu stepped back, after a while, there was a knock on the door.

Xiaojuan went to open the door, but informed Liu Ru that she was ready to perform on stage.

Before leaving the room, Liu Ru glanced at the song more, and suddenly made a temporary decision in her heart: tonight's final performance, instead of playing and singing "Like a Dream Order" that had been prepared for many days, she would sing the song instead.

Finally, on the gorgeous stage, everything was ready, Liu Ru smelled the sandalwood wafting from the bronze incense burner, and the whole person calmed down.

I saw her ten slender jade fingers floating guqin, and the sound of the piano turned into a drizzle in spring and dived into everyone's hearts.

Then, with her lips lightly opened, she sang:

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,

It's cold in the heights.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world......"

……

……

“…… Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? ”

Chongwang Mansion, the venue of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, Zhao Yuanrongyu held the manuscript paper written by Ji Ning with "When Will the Bright Moon Be There", and read aloud according to the rhythm.

Although Zhao Yuanrong is just reading, her voice is bright and pleasant, and "Water Tune Song Head" itself has a beautiful rhythm and rhyme, so it fell into everyone's ears, like a natural sound.

Ji Ning's "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There" was first presented to King Chong.

After King Chong saw it, he didn't say yes, and handed it to the princess. The princess didn't speak after seeing it, and directly asked the palace maid to pass it to Zhao Yuanrong and Zhao Yuanxuan.

After Zhao Yuanrong watched it once, he couldn't help but read it out himself.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny,

This matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

As Zhao Yuanrong read it out himself, the audience was silent.

At the beginning, everyone was still listening to the fairy voice of Zhao Yuanrong, the princess, but as Zhao Yuanrong read it, everyone couldn't help but be attracted by Ji Ning's words, and couldn't extricate themselves, so that they forgot Zhao Yuanrong's voice.

At the end of listening, everyone only felt that this word should only be in heaven, and it was not appropriate for Princess Wenren to pronounce it.

After Zhao Yuanrong finished reading it, he sighed and gave Ji Ning's poem to the palace maid to the most professional poetry connoisseur Ye Lao.

Ye Lao took the words with a reverent expression, chewed and tasted them carefully for a while.

"Ye Lao, how is this word? Will it last forever? King Chong couldn't help but ask.

Ye Lao's eyes were raised from the words, he stood up, and said to King Chong: "Back to the prince, how can this word be famous for a hundred years, this word has written the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, only in the sky!" Since then, there have been no Mid-Autumn Festival poems! ”

Ye Lao's tone was excited and affirmative.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.

Although they had this idea in their hearts, they thought that it was just that their appreciation ability was limited and they couldn't be accurate, and now they were all amazed and admired when they heard such a superb evaluation from Ye Lao, an authoritative poetry connoisseur.

However, while everyone was amazed and admired, two men stood there like clowns, their faces flushed, eager to burrow into the cracks in the ground.

Qin Feng and Wu Bei never expected that Ji Ning would not only be able to come up with a good poem, but also a masterpiece!

There is only one song "When will the bright moon be there", and whoever writes Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future will have to think about it again. With "When Will the Bright Moon Be There" is entrenched in my mind, who can still write?

"Qin Feng, Wu Bei, Ji has already announced the words, and now it's your turn to write poems." Ji Ning said loudly, and the voice was heard by everyone present.

Everyone's eyes immediately looked at Ji Ning, Qin Feng, and Wu Bei.

Under the spotlight of everyone, Qin Feng and Wu Bei felt countless gazes pierce through their bodies and dignity like needles.

They bowed their heads in shame, their faces turned purple, their fists clenched, their eyes full of resentment and hatred.

It's a pity that Ji Ning still refuses to send them so easily.

I only heard Ji Ning continue to smile lightly: "Qin Feng, Wu Bei, if the written poems are not published for everyone to appreciate, this is your mistake." At the poetry meeting, no one guarantees that their poems will be the first. Whether the poem is good or bad, take it out, and the emphasis is on participation. ”

This sentence was a copy of Qin Feng's words just now, and it was returned to Qin Feng and Wu Bei almost as it was.

"Poof—"

Suddenly, there was a laugh on the other side of the screen.

As a lost laugh sounded, countless lost laughter came from the other side of the screen.

couldn't help but be so, and the talented people sitting in the back couldn't help but try their best to suppress their laughter.

Qin Feng and Wu Bei are too flamboyant and high-profile on weekdays, overshadowing the edge of all talents, not all talents are so sincere and convinced. Now that he saw Qin Feng and Wu Bei being slapped in the face in public, schadenfreude was naturally indispensable.