Chapter 205: Spring [8]

"The prince is really leisurely!" While thinking about it, Li Jizhi noticed something in the hall. When he asked carefully, he was furious and sarcastic.

Zhao Yu smiled and did not speak. As soon as I spoke, I was arrogant! Originally, I was writing a poetry competition, and everyone else was thinking about it, but I was still thinking about women. is ironic, and it is easy to provoke public anger.

It's just that what makes him helpless is that he just made an unintentional mistake and is really helpless.

However, Hua Xiangrong was still staring at him with wide eyes, as if he was waiting for a gift from Zhao Yu. Send it! I really want to hook up with the name of Hua Xiangrong. Don't send it! That's good, everyone thinks Zhao Yu is ruthless and unrighteous. Really cheating.

"Isn't the prince a little tight on hand? The slave family has a lot of ornaments, do you want to give some to the prince? With a smile on her face, the county lord of Dangyang looked at Zhao Yu sideways, and her charming face was a little playful.

Even if Zhao Yu doesn't have any jewelry, it's no problem to toast a cup of tea, and no matter how bad it is, no one will send brocade at this time. There will be no one who will not admit it afterwards, after all, so many people listen, and no one can afford to lose face.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yu raised his glass and moved in the direction of Hua Xiangrong, as if drinking, swallowed it all in one gulp, and said, "Poetry is coming!" Don't dare to accompany! ”

Hua Xiangrong couldn't imagine that Zhao Yu was like this...... This is how to express 'love' for her? For a while, Hua Xiangrong was a little curious, who is this King of Changsha? I have been in contact with any powerful person, but this is the first time I have encountered such a person. And I heard that he is very talented. Is this why he has an eccentric temperament?

And Zhao Yu said. He walked over to his own wooden table. Immediately pick up a pen and write a line. It seems like inspiration really came.

In fact, Zhao Yu is pretending, and what poetry is coming, it is purely nonsense. Although it was a bit rude to Xiang Xiang to have an disrespectful tea ceremony, it was just a matter of thinking of the identities of the two, which was barely reasonable, but he successfully fooled things over.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yu "poetry is coming", so that others are not easy to ridicule Zhao Yu. Otherwise, if someone pretends to be stupid and says that you interrupt his poetry, wouldn't there be a place to talk about grievances?

"The prince is so calculating!" Others may be skeptical, but the county lord of Dangyang beside Zhao Yu is real.

But Ju Youhuan smiled and said softly: "The king of Changsha is a bit of a hurry, but it's a pity that it's ......."

The county lord of Dangyang glanced at Youhuan, covered his mouth and smiled, and said softly: "It's just a pity? Could it be that my sister likes this person? ”

Ju Youhuan didn't look shy, smiled indifferently, and said, "Who is not marrying?" Guan Wang Ye is also a big husband. It's the best at the moment, but it's a pity that the heart is romantic. If you marry it, I am afraid that you will be frightened day and night, and I don't know when I will add a room! ”

Wang Wanying, who had never said much, heard this, her heart moved, and she looked at Zhao Yu a little more, and her inexplicable eyes were inside.

Fortunately, at this time, Master Chen came out. It can be regarded as Zhao Yu's relief. Master Chen was wearing a bright dance costume, and there were two masked beauties dancing on the side. Flute. As soon as he appeared, he immediately looked like a magnet, attracting the attention of almost all the sons and little ladies present.

A few polite words were said at the beginning, and everyone did not feel cold, but echoed a few words with a smile, making the atmosphere lively.

Master Chen said a few words with a smile, the scene was lively, Zhao Yu was far away, and he didn't really listen to it. But the voices gradually quieted down, and I thought it was polite to calm everyone down.

As soon as the vocals quieted down, a soft and pleasant sound of music slowly sounded.

Master Chen danced vigorously, and his movements were very slow at the beginning, but he became more and more compact with the music. The dancing posture suddenly became brisk, suddenly forward and backward, left and right, the dancing posture was light and agile, and the body was as light as a swallow. Master Chen's body is as soft as clouds, and his arms are as soft as bones. The colorful clothes are fluttering, and a pair of pink long sleeves are flying in the air, showing and receiving, like the colorful glow in the sky. Every move is full of graceful beauty. The ancients said: Lotus flowers are born step by step. That's probably the case, right?

As soon as the music changed, Master Chen changed his previous briskness and soft movements, like a butterfly flying among the flowers, like gurgling water, like the bright moon in the deep mountains, like the morning light in the alley, and like the round dew on the tip of the lotus leaf, which made the onlookers like drinking wine, like drunk, and unable to restrain themselves.

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, applause was like a tide, and praise was endless.

Master Chen is like her dancing in receiving people and things, and she is good at dancing with long sleeves. didn't snub anyone, it's even more likeable, and I don't know how many girls are jealous in this, so I have no choice but to let Master Chen vent to the soft flesh on the waist of my male partner!

At this moment, a children's voice sounded. "That's it!"

The warm atmosphere was quiet, because the owner of the voice was the prodigy Yan Dao.

Even the other people who were holding the pen, Lu Gongzhu, Yang Yu, and Li Jizhi, all paused the pen and ink in their hands and looked at the incense burner, and the half-pillar of incense had already gone four-fifths. In such a short period of time, a poem was created, which has to be surprising!

"Brother Xian is really good at learning!" Yang Yu had a good relationship with Yan Jidao, and he was not jealous, so he said to Yan Jidao with a smile. It's just that when he said this, his eyes glanced at Zhao Yu intentionally or unintentionally. Is it a demonstration? Or is it unintentional?

The action was very fast, and Zhao Yu couldn't see clearly what Yang Yu's eyes were at that time.

Yan smiled and hung the brush on the pen holder. "So please ask Brother Shuyu to recite it!"

Although this will delay his creative time, Yang Yu hesitated slightly, then nodded briskly: "That's fine!" ”

Everyone got out of the way, Yang Wei walked to the front of a few cases, looked solemn, smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, picked up the rice paper with both hands, paused, and couldn't help but praise: "Good words!" The virtuous brother has a father's style! ”

Yan Jidao heard this, but he was not very proud, smiled indifferently, and said: "It's not as good as my father, a few are just a few!" ”

This sounds ordinary, seems modest, but in fact it is said. I'm a few Yan Dao, just a few Yan Dao. You don't need to rely on your father to be famous!

And the people did not hear the purpose? Many women covered their mouths and smiled. Admire Yan Jidao's spirit.

There is a bold one, and he said: "Xiao Langjun, it's a pity that it's a little smaller, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be fascinated by the slave family!" ”

"Actually, it's a lot, how about Xiao Langjun going to the slave's boudoir tonight?"

"Oh, such a small Langjun, are you all embarrassed to destroy flowers?"

"It's small to have a taste!"

These women made unscrupulous jokes, but Yan Jidao, who had looked like a little adult before, made her face flushed. Beat him up all at once to meet the prototype, this is the expression that a young man should have!

"You have talent at such a young age, Lord Wang, your name as the first prodigy in Bianliang, I'm afraid it's going to be taken away!" When the county lord walked up to Zhao Yu, he glanced down at the rice paper with only a few lines written on it, and said softly.

Zhao Yu laughed and said, "I still have a prodigy there?" It's all early to reach the crown, this world is still young! ”

The county lord of Dangyang was stunned and said in shame: "The prince doesn't know shame. It's only eight out of ten, so it's still young people to say anything. It makes people's hearts crooked! ”

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "We are all old!" ”

What is a woman most afraid of? Age! Especially for an elderly woman, although it is not too big in modern twenty-two or three, you can still use a young woman, and you can even call it a tender model. But in this era when you can marry at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and you can be a mother at the age of fifteen or sixteen, the county lord really belongs to an older woman.

The county lord of Dangyang was like a crazy lion at the moment, reaching out to pinch Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu laughed, dodged sideways, and said, "County Lord, don't be so affectionate!" ”

When the county lord couldn't help but be stunned, what happened to him? How can you make a move that only a lover can have?

Before his thoughts could be sorted out, he had already been interrupted by Zhao Yu's words.

Zhao Yu said: "Don't make trouble! Yang Shuyu can chant words! ”

When the county lord looked at Zhao Yu's side face, the serious Zhao Yu looked very confident, and the county lord couldn't help but lose his mind.

Zhao Yu was unaware of this, and his mind was focused on Yan Jidao's poem.

I only listened to Yang Yu's emotional chanting. "Butterflies love flowers! The green grass pond is late in spring,

Xiaoye is delicate, and Shang Xue'e has light makeup.

When Shuangyan came, he was still far away, and the bead curtain was full of embroidered poplar flowers. ”

Although it was only Shang Yan, Zhao Yu couldn't help nodding secretly, and he didn't know that Yan Jidao had such a long head and was not very old, but he made such gentle words.

The little lady nearby has already shining, to use a modern adjective - nymphomaniac!

Zhao Yu was not angry in his heart, these guys said that I was romantic, look at how old I am? is already so good at pleasing women, in the future, she will say that there will be three wives and four concubines, and three thousand beauties will not be able to say it!

In the middle of the flow of thoughts, Xia Yan has already come. "The green column is easy to break when the frequency shifts the string,

Looking at Qin Zheng closely, it seems that people are short.

- Qu Qiwu is in a state of turmoil, and his face is dark and the years have changed. ”

Li Jizhi exclaimed: "This "Butterfly Love Flower" is wonderful! Although I heard it, a woman already appeared in my heart. Yan Family Qilang, he has such a talent at a young age......"

Speaking of this, Li Jizhi looked at Zhao Yu with sarcasm and said: "I'm afraid that the back waves of the Yangtze River will push the front waves, and the front waves will die on the beach!" ”

didn't say who the former wave was, but Li Jizhi's gaze has already explained all this.

"I don't know what happened to the prince's poems?" Someone didn't know what kind of mentality it was, so he went up and said.

After a pause, he immediately said with a puzzled face: "Why do you have a sentence?" And it's very usual! ”

Zhao Yu didn't say anything, just looked at it quietly. In the three years since he arrived in Qingzhou, Zhao Yu's heart is no longer as intense as in the past, and it can also be understood that Zhao Yu's city government has been deep!

"It seems that the prince is Jiang Lang's end!"

As soon as these words came out, many men immediately laughed in low voices. Jealousy is all there, Yan is just a few ways, he is so young that he can't threaten them, but why does Zhao Yu have such talent at such a young age?

Yang Wei put down the rice paper, shook his head and exclaimed: "Brother Xian is afraid that he is going to take off the top spot!" ”

After a pause, Yang Yu looked at Zhao Yu, as if he had only remembered this person at this time. said: "What Jiang Lang is exhausted!" Brother Yuan Wei held a poetry meeting in Bailulou that day, a poem "Nian Nujiao? "Chibi Nostalgia" amazes four and is famous all over the world. Today's Yichun Garden, although it was not reported by the county lord, but it is the grace of the official family, how can the prince not leave a masterpiece? ”

Li Jizhi was stunned when he heard this, what happened to Yang Ji today? Could it be that your head is cramping? Suddenly said good things to the king of Changsha?

At this time, one of the people in the crowd said: "That's right, Brother Yuan Wei's masterpiece today will definitely amaze the capital again!" It has become a good story of Yichun Yuan in the future, and I am waiting here, and I am also honored! ”

No matter how stupid Li Jizhi is, he can react, Yang Yu has a head cramp there! This is a killing! The sorrow of the heart may be filled with joy in the sky.

The poem of the county lord of Dangyang will have a poem "Nian Nu Jiao? Chibi Nostalgia", the Yichun Garden of the grace of the Lord of the World, you Zhao Yu are always embarrassed to come up with a song that is worse than this, right?

Thinking of this, Li Jizhi smiled even more happily, and looked at Zhao Yu's eyes full of banter.

Li Jizhi can see it all like this, why can't others see it?

Ju Youhuan couldn't help frowning, but there was no place for her here, so she could only think about telling the official family about this matter in the future.

Zhao Xiuya also saw it, glanced at Zhao Yu worriedly, and bit her lower lip lightly. "Yang Shuyu, isn't it just a toast! Little Woman ......"

In the face of the words of killing, Zhao Yu, who has always been calm, is like a tiger seeing its prey, and suddenly leans out of a powerful body that makes people palpitate. "Three ladies!"

It's not too loud, but it's majestic. All of a sudden, all the other voices were suppressed.

Zhao Xiuya said half of the words, as if she had been cut by an invisible sword, and the rest of the words could no longer be spoken.

Zhao Yu looked at Zhao Xiuya with a very serious expression. However, Zhao Yu didn't speak, but after Zhao Xiuya's expression calmed down, her eyes shifted to other places and glanced at the crowd. The serious expression, like the ice and snow in early spring, instantly dissolved, revealing a gentle and elegant smile, and said: "Since you are so gracious, today Yichun Garden is in spring, and this king is not easy to hide!" ”

Yang Yu and the others applauded loudly with a playful face. Applauding now is to make you fall worse, even if you are the king of Changsha?

The hearts of Yang Yu and others were filled with a strange sense of pleasure.

At this time, Zhao Yu put pen to paper!

"Peach Blossom Song"

The pen is vigorous and powerful, and this word alone is enough to make people admire. Everyone in the vicinity of Zhao Yu couldn't help but be slightly moved!

While waving his pen, Zhao Yu shouted: "Wine!" ”

As the only remaining servant, Wang Qi naturally hurriedly brought a pot of fruit wine to Zhao Yu. Fruit wine Qingtian, Zhao Yu didn't care, held the wine pot high, and a Milky Way poured down and fell into his mouth.

After just such a while, I found two sentences that had been written, and chanted loudly with a mouthful of wine: "Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery." The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. ”

Zhao Yu's presumptuous posture fell in the eyes of others, not only was it rude, but it made people have a kind of real man and true temperament!

With the two lines of the poem at the beginning, it makes people feel like they have seen Li Bai, the wine fairy of the Tang Dynasty. The first four lines are full of a strong hermit atmosphere. Only four lines, it makes people have a feeling of being a fairy, and the four peach blossoms not only make people feel verbose, but feel that they are in the illusion of being in the peach blossom forest.

This "Peach Blossom Anthem" is only four lines and one out.

Yang Yu and Li Jizhi's faces changed greatly, and they had always seemed to be ignoring what was going on outside the window, and Lu Gongzhu, who was concentrating on poetry, was holding a pen, and he didn't know when, so he paused. A drop of ink fell on the rice paper, and immediately dissolved into a halo of ink, and Lu Gongzhu was unaware......

PS: It's a bit unworthy of the name to say that it broke out, it's only 4,000 words, and only 300 words more, which is a small compensation. Ashamed! (To be continued......)