Chapter 397: A shocking little song

The best bookkeeper

August of the fifth year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, Tokyo.

In the golden autumn season, the autumn is high and refreshing. Blue sky, cloudless. Although the sun still eats and roasts, the cool wind that blows from time to time still tells people that summer is gone and autumn is coming.

In the middle of the field, a piece of gold. The farmers hurriedly harvested their crops before the frost fell. Looking at the harvest in the field, the old farmers were happy from their hearts, and their happy mouths couldn't close.

The streets of Luoyang are bustling with pedestrians and extremely lively.

On the side of the street, in a tea stall, Lu Heng, who was busy and idle, took Liu Qingqing's three "daughters" and came to the streets of Tokyo.

After strolling around the street for a while and buying some small food, the four of them rested in the tea house on the street.

At this time, the teahouse was overcrowded, full of people, and it was extremely lively.

However, after listening carefully, I found that most of the guests in the teahouse were talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival held by the royal family himself.

This Mid-Autumn Festival is said to have started from the period of Emperor Shengwu and Yewu Zetian, and it has been passed down to this day for hundreds of years.

However, because it is a royal superintendent. Therefore, the people who can participate are basically the magnates in Beijing. Therefore, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is also called the Royal Poetry Club by those who have not had the opportunity to participate.

However, although the crowd attended was a little smaller. However, the people who can participate in the poetry club are all-eared people in the Great Zhou literary circle. So, even if the scope is narrowed, there are still a lot of good works.

However, although the civilians did not have the opportunity to participate. But every now and then, literati and artists from all over the country still gather in Tokyo. "Yin" poems are opposed. There is quite a bit of momentum to try to compete with the academic people in the palace.

As a result, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, which was originally confined to the palace, gradually developed into a top-level literary event that swept Luoyang City.

At this time, the literati and writers of Luoyang City gathered, walking on the street, sitting in the tea house, and they could hear the people next to them telling about this incident.

Moreover, the poetry of the Great Zhou Dynasty swept the whole country, and even the farmers who worked in the farmland would occasionally "chant" a sentence or two. The writing is not evaluated, just for fun.

"Lu Dacaizi, what's the matter, come to a song?"

There is no one else who can say this except Princess Ankang, the trouble-causing "Jing".

At this time, sitting in the tea house, I heard the people next to me reciting all kinds of whimsical limerick poems. Princess Ankang couldn't help laughing, squirted out a mouthful of tea, and said to Lu Heng with bad intentions.

"Okay, what do you want to hear!" Lu Heng smiled and waited for a while.

Although I know in my heart that a lot of things will happen at this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, and even the entire imperial court will undergo greater changes. But at least, it's still calm.

Lu Heng, who was busy and idle, happened to be accompanied by Sanmei today. I don't bother to think about those annoying things.

As the saying goes, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. What's more, the road has already been paved and is waiting to go.

If you are troubled by this matter, won't you live up to the beautiful scenery in front of you, the beautiful woman's heart?

"Really?" Princess Ankang looked at Lu Heng in surprise and exclaimed. Originally, she was also in a panic, and she had nothing to do, and she was right with Lu Heng. Unexpectedly, he really has.

"That's nature!" Lu Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip of the cup of fragrant tea. After putting it down, he looked at Princess Ankang seriously and said, "Princess Chengmeng said that she will be talented in the next voice, so she will naturally have it." Otherwise, wouldn't he have failed the county lord...... Both, well, ahem, expectations? ”

was looking at Princess Ankang's full "breasts" and peeking, but was unexpectedly noticed by the other party.

Seeing the princess's fire-breathing eyes and gritting her teeth. Lu Heng retracted his gaze with interest and changed his words halfway.

Seeing Lu Heng pretending to move his gaze to the busy street outside the "door". Princess Ankang glared at him fiercely, and then, her fingers dragged her chin, her eyes rolled, and suddenly, her eyes lit up and said, "In five days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival." How about you make a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival? ”

After Princess Ankang finished speaking, the same table was talking to each other, and Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi, who were whispering, also stopped. Turning his head, he looked at Lu Heng with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

They really want to see what peerless masterpieces their father-in-law, who is respected as the first genius of the Great Zhou, can make.

"No problem!" Lu Heng was very cheerful, and immediately nodded in agreement, without the slightest hesitation.

Such a happy promise surprised Princess Ankang.

You know, this guy is very stingy on weekdays. Don't say it's asking him to make a poem, it's just ignoring himself. What's going on today? Eat too big and still Dan?

While he was pondering, he heard a clanging sound of bowls.

Princess Ankang couldn't help but look towards the "door" suspiciously, and secretly said in her heart, this is the beggar who came up to beg for food, why did he run to the tea house?

I glanced at the door, but I saw that there was no one.

Listen carefully, it turns out that the sound of this knocking is actually from the front. To be precise, it came from the scholar in front of him.

Ahem, it turns out that this scholar wants to sing this poem by singing a small song.

It's just that in front of the public

…… What a shame!

Princess Ankang glanced around secretly and found that many people in the tea house had already heard about Tokyo here. At this time, they all looked at their table with a curious look.

On the other side, Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi were also extremely embarrassed, their faces were red, they lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

I was struggling in my heart, and I heard the scholar on the other side sing the first line with a very strange emphasis:

"The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be good!"

As soon as the song was offered, the tea guests who were paying attention around were suddenly struck by lightning and stood on the spot. "The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be really exciting!"

Burst......

Some guests who were drinking tea couldn't help it and sprayed.

"He can write poetry!"

The scholar was immersed in the beautiful songs, beating the dishes and chopsticks rhythmically, shaking his head and singing.

All around, the guests were dumbfounded. The corners of the mouth drool, sparsely left. It became a message, ticking along the edge of the table.

"He'll be right to the pair!"

The scholar's expression was obviously very excited, and in the dull gaze of everyone, he stood up and looked up to the sky: "Wow, wow!" ”

The guests were stunned, the shopkeeper was stunned, and the shopkeeper was also stunned.

Even the storyteller standing on the stage was stunned.

Sou......

Princess Ankang couldn't stand it at first, and after putting down the teacup, she hid her face and ran away.

The agile movements are like a dexterous little "flower" cat.

It's just, why is she covering her face?

Don't you sing well?

Lu Heng looked at the entrance of the "door" and scratched his head in confusion, turned his head, and looked at Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi who were on the opposite side, their heads were almost on the ground.

"Uh......"

Before he could say "flower", he saw Wang Tingzhi, and her delicate body trembled slightly. I didn't dare to look at myself, I lowered my head and blushed. Like a frightened bunny, he stood up and jumped inside.

The smile on Lu Heng's face suddenly froze on his face.

Mu Ran cast his eyes on Liu Qingqing.

"Xianggong, the concubine is a little unwell today, so I'll go back to the house first!"

Liu Qingqing's face was red, and he didn't even dare to raise his head. After saying a word in a panic, he bowed slightly, held back a smile, and walked out of the tea house.

In the tea house, only Lu Heng was left standing in place with a strange look. There were also a group of guests who were hit by five thunderbolts.

Turning his head, he glanced at it.

found that the tea guests were still so dumbfounded, looking at themselves.

There was a guest at the tea table, perhaps because he sang so well, he was immersed in it for a while, and he couldn't extricate himself. I didn't even notice that the tea pouring out of the teapot in my hand was wetting my pants.

"Each ......" Lu Heng smiled and arched his hand, picked up the tea station, and took a sip. Moisten your throat and get ready to continue the opening.

As a result, as soon as he said a word, he saw the tea house. The guests who had just been immersed in the beautiful music, the eyes that looked at them with adoration suddenly changed, as if they had seen ghosts. His face suddenly turned pale. The body twitched violently, as if he had an epilepsy.

Two people, because they were too "agitated", rolled their eyes on the spot and fainted on the ground.

"Help!"

After a brief silence, the guests let out a scream in unison. Suddenly, like a "tide" of water, rushed out towards the "door".

For a while, in the tea house, the sound of tables, chairs and benches being mentioned rang out.

The boss standing behind the counter, after seeing this scene, was like ashes.

……

"It's a blunt!"

On the way back, Lu Heng remembered the guests in the tea house who were shocked away by him, and couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and said angrily.

Beside him, the three "women" looked at Lu Heng's deflated appearance, covered their mouths and smiled.

"What are you laughing at!" Lu Heng was full of black lines and asked speechlessly.

Unexpectedly, it's okay not to ask, but when I asked, these three "women" couldn't hold back anymore and laughed.

Lv Heng: "......"

When he was about to return to the house, the three "women" still had a stomachache from laughing, which made Lu Heng extremely depressed.

Just as I was about to say something and be majestic. But seeing that, Liu Qingqing stopped laughing, "rubbed" her stomach, and comforted Lu Heng, who had a black face, and said, "Okay, Xianggong, don't be angry!" ”

"yes, yes!" Princess Ankang nodded violently and persuaded gloatingly: "Isn't it just a shame, what's the big deal?" You're so thick-skinned, and you're afraid of being embarrassed? ”

What is this called, is it praising me?

Lu Heng rolled his eyes, his lips moved, and he was stunned that Princess Ankang couldn't even say a word.

I was depressed in my heart, and when I went home, this mood was even more depressed.

Because, Hong Fatzi, who was standing at the entrance of his big "door", saw that he came back with the three "women" as soon as possible, grabbed his hand, and did not let go. With a twinkle in his eyes, he asked, "Yongzheng, I heard that you sang a little song that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods today, which scared everyone half to death, is it true?" ”

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