The pen and ink were quickly brought in, Qiyue poured a little water in the inkstone, picked up a piece of ink with her slender hand, and gently grinded it, and a pair of wonderful eyes were still staring at the four people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The four of them knew that if they didn't do it at this time, they were afraid that they would lose their jobs. Since ancient times, literati have been light on each other, although the four of them have a good conversation with each other, and they all refer to each other as confidants, but in front of Miss Qiyue, no one wants to fall behind, and the four of them are thinking about it urgently.

Since Mu Konghui saw Zhong Yu's "If life is only as first seen" and "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", he knows that if he writes poetry at will, he is afraid that a few talents may not be as good as Zhong Yu.

Mu Konghui felt that if it was a limited topic, Zhong Yu might not have the urgency to compose lyrics, and a few people might still have the possibility of beating him, so he proposed: "The lotus is out of the mud without staining, and the character is noble, since the four of us will use the lotus as the theme to make a wine order today, why don't we use the lotus as the theme again, and each give a song, and let the Qiyue girl sing it to everyone, how about it?" ”

Everyone agreed.

Yan Song believed that his poetry and literary talent might not be comparable to a few people, and although he agreed at this time, he was not willing to fall behind in Qiyue Girl. He had worked the book, and he thought that his thin gold writing was already in the house, so he proposed: "Why don't you let these two little ladies go and get a few more pairs of pen and ink, and the four of us will write our own books and write our own words, how about it?" However, I would like to see a few of them! ”

These four talents in front of him can be regarded as the dragon wind among the people, if they leave Mobao, Qiyue herself is happy, and she doesn't wait for Zhong Yu and the three of them to answer at the moment, so she laughs and applauds, turns her head and tells Hongrui and Lucalyx to go and get three more pairs of pen and ink, and move a few more small cases by the way.

Soon everything was ready to stop, and the four of them stood beside the case, all of them looking at each other and smiling. Except for Zhong Yu, several people are all great talents, and they are all people who do not easily convince others.

At this time, Miss Qiyue stood in front of several cases with a smile and looked at the four of them. Today she was really happy, not only to get four wonderful words, but also to receive four pairs of ink treasures, which is quite a joyful thing.

Since ancient times, talented scribes and prostitutes have been in a relationship of supporting each other and promoting each other's fame. In the previous era, there was no media, and talented scribes wanted to become famous and make wonderful poems, which were sung by the popular prostitutes in Qinglou, which was a good way to become famous. And the prostitutes also rely on the support of talented scribes to become popular, and the talented scribes give poems, which is the most elegant mode of support.

Among the four people, Yan Song's mind was the most active, he only concentrated for a moment, then picked up the pen, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced on the rice paper on the small case.

Mu Konghui and Gao Yu also paused for a moment, and then picked up the pen to write.

Zhong Yu saw that the four of them began to write, and he also hurriedly picked up the lake pen and began to write the poem "Minus the Word Magnolia" by Nalan Caizi on rice paper.

The meeting was silent, and a hibiscus was in the autumn rain. The small halo is red and the tide is slanted, and the heart is only phoenix.

Waiting to be called low, straight for the condensation of fear of people to see. If you want to complain about your feelings, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

Zhong Yu's book this time still uses Dong Qichang's font.

Zhong Yu finished writing the first line, and Qiyue, who was still looking at the case of the four people, couldn't help but be attracted to it.

Qiyue is also an expert in calligraphy, looking at Zhong Yu's elegant, ethereal, and self-sufficient calligraphy, she couldn't help but have a full appreciation in her eyes.

Zhong Yu's imitation of Dong Qichang's font is quite a small success, its strokes are beautiful and elegant, plain and simple, the pen is vigorous, always with the front, the layout is also sparse and symmetrical, and the atmosphere is square. At this time, the Ming people had never seen Dong Qichang's font, and Qiyue thought that this font was Zhong Yu's originality, and admired Zhong Yu for a while.

It wasn't until the poem "Minus the Word Magnolia" was written in one go that Zhong Yu took a breath and put the pen on the pen stand.

Zhong Yu was concentrating on the book just now, and he had no distractions, and when he put down the pen, he saw Qiyue staring at his book with adoring eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly to show his humility.

At this time, the other three also finished writing at this time, and the four of them smiled for a while and passed on the tasting reviews to each other.

Zhong Yu first took Yan Song's book and watched it, and saw that it was actually learned to be a thin gold body. Yan Song's calligraphy layout is quite atmospheric, the pen is fluttering and fast, the handwriting is thin, the muscles and bones are fully displayed, and the font is thin, but it gives people a vigorous and powerful force.

Zhong Yu laughed in his heart: Yan Song's thin gold body is quite similar to his tall and thin image. Although Zhong Yu has never seen the real thing, as a calligraphy lover, he has seen Song Huizong's "Regular Script Thousand Character Text", "Qin Fang Poem", "Summer Poetry Sticker" and other works on the Internet. Yan Song's thin gold body is already a good imitation, and it has seven or eight points of charm, which is definitely a good product.

After reading the book, Zhong Yu began to look at the lyrics on the rice paper, and saw that the words written on it were a poem "Remembering Jiangnan".

The lake flowers are beautiful, and the white jade is pale and red. The snout petals of the dragonfly comb the stamen, and the bright willow is dyed with buds. Fish leaps into the east of the little lotus.

Idle, the breeze rises at the end of Ping. The curly leaf singing frog is even emerald green, and the visitors laugh and talk about the same ball. After the rain, the incense cage.

Zhong Yu said secretly: It's a pretty fresh and elegant poem, and it's quite a hurry to make such a small poem in a moment.

After reading Yan Song's works, Zhong Yu picked up Mu Konghui's works again to see. Mu Konghui's calligraphy is used in the style of King Zhong, which is upright, although it is not strange, but there is no flaw in the slightest.

Mu Konghui's lyrics are written as a song "Waves and Sands".

The drizzle provokes the green shirt, and the light smoke is faint. How many people know how to be lonely for a while? The residual lotus beads outside the bar are cold and thin.

The past is unbearable, and the north and south of the river are stopped. There is no need to take advantage of the divergent future! The autumn wind of the water pavilion listens to the bitter rain, and the eaves are invaded a little bit.

Mu Konghui's poem "Waves and Sands" is written as a poem of nostalgia for the sad autumn of the disabled lotus. After reading it, Zhong Yu felt that although Mu Konghui's "Waves and Sands" was slightly higher than Yan Song's "Remembering Jiangnan", he still liked Yan Song's lyrics, because Yan Song's lyrics made people feel more fresh and pleasant, while Mu Konghui's poems were too sad.

Zhong Yu finally picked up his eldest brother's work and looked at it.

Gao Yu's calligraphy is also in Zhongwang's regular script, but it is a little more mellow and elegant than Mu Konghui's, and a little less vigorous.

Zhong Yu saw that Gao Yu's lyrics were a song "Man Tingfang", which was written with a lot of meaning.

The new makeup of the red jade, the green clouds are slightly rolling, and the veins are facing each other. On the Tingting River, Luo socks are separated from the dust.

I want to raise the neon clothes flying, the fairy skirt is wrinkled, and the clothes are swaying. Outside Lanting, the blue waves are misty, and the silver dew has been cold.

Quietly, I once remembered that Han Gao dissolved Pei, and Luoshui lingered. Ask the incense wisps, who are they pitiful for? A kind of idiot, bitter heart, dreams like joy. Under the west wind, Yingying looks back, and the waning moon enters the light smoke.

Zhong Yu seems that his eldest brother's "Man Tingfang", whether it is artistic conception or lyrics, is slightly higher than Yan Song and Mu Konghui's lyrics.

Zhong Yu just read a few people's lyrics as a book, and he was distracted for a while, and when he finished reading all the words and books of the three of them, he found that the three of them and Qiyue were watching around their works.

Yan Song looked at Zhong Yu and praised: "I only said that Wenhao's poetry is wonderful, but I didn't expect that the attainment of this line of books is so high!" Yan Song's words really came from the heart, he thought that his calligraphy level was extraordinary, but his calligraphy was not beyond the scope of imitation, and Zhong Yu's calligraphy was completely a font that he had never seen, and it was elegant and round, self-sufficient, and self-contained. As a master of calligraphy, he naturally knows how difficult it is to create an original font!

Mu Konghui also said: "Wen Hao's lyrics and writings, Bo Qian is ashamed of himself!" As a provincial solution to the yuan, Mu Konghui has really never served anyone, but whether it is Zhong Yu's knowledge or his talent, he is happy and convinced.

Gao Yu and Miss Qiyue are also full of praise and praise Zhong Yu's talent!

Zhong Yu couldn't help but greatly satisfy his vanity, he didn't expect that by plagiarism, he could become a great talent who was admired and admired by others, isn't this a very worthwhile thing!

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The four wonderful words were made, and it was naturally Qiyue's turn to perform.

Hongrui and Lucalyx, one held the tail of the zither of Qiyue, and the other lit a piece of sandalwood in the incense burner next to the case where the zither was placed.

Qiyue knelt behind a few cases, and took the words of Zhong Yu and the four of them to memorize them.

Miss Qiyue is extremely intelligent, and after only a little while, she memorized all four words.

Qiyue smiled and said to the four: "The slave family is clumsy, and the playing and singing are not good, so don't laugh at them!" ”

"Where, where, the music of the Qiyue girl is wonderful, I can't wait to listen to the fairy music of the Qiyue girl!

Qiyue showed her hand lightly, and the murmuring piano sound drifted out, and at the same time, Qiyue's sandalwood mouth opened slightly, and a gentle and somewhat sad "Magnolia Flower with Reduced Words" came out faintly.

The zither of Qiyue is like a mountain stream and a spring, like a ring bell ringing, the ethereal sound reminds people of the valley's orchid, and the ancient sound seems to be the wind in the colorful clouds, and the quiet sound is endless. The singing voice is even more tactful and ethereal, like a breeze blowing on the face, and the four of them heard her singing, and they were unconsciously brought into the situation in the song, which was full of infectiousness.

After singing the song "Minus the Word Magnolia" made by Zhong Yu, Qiyue sang the lyrics of Yan Song and the three of them one by one.

The freshness and brightness of Yan Song's lyrics, the sadness of Mu Konghui's lyrics, and the tactfulness and charm of Gao Yu's lyrics are all vividly expressed by Qiyue's singing.

The piano music was accompanied by wine, accompanied by beauties, and the four of them couldn't help but raise their glasses and drink, and they were already drunk before they knew it......