Gu Yuanxi didn't know that someone was thinking about him again, and he didn't become a blockbuster like many protagonists in time-traveling novels because of a good song on stage, attracting countless people's admiration. On the contrary, the poem only added a touch of amazement to the guests. After a little wave in their hearts, many people actually didn't take this ** seriously because of this song. Even Guo Ye and a few people were jealous that he was praised by Wei Qing'er, and in fact, they didn't treat him as a terrible person because of this. After all, this is the world of poetry, the Tang Dynasty of poetry, not the Zhao and Song dynasties of the Song Dynasty.

"Thanks to all of you who look up to the little girl, everyone is gathered here today, Ling'er will meet friends with a text, and I hope that you will give advice." After Gu Yuanxi stepped down, Wei Qing'er restrained the emotions in her heart and slowly led to today's text.

"Huh?" Gu Yuanxi returned to his seat and sat down, he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, Mu Ran asked Pei Si next to him, "Why is there such a thing as meeting friends with Yiwen in this brothel?" ”

"Vulgar." Pei Si raised his middle finger a few times, revealing a look of disdain, and deeply despised Gu Yuanxi from head to toe. Pei Si replied lazily, "Otherwise? Miss Wei Qing'er is the new Oiran of Miaoyulou, and it is rare to see her in ordinary times, if it weren't for such an elegant thing as meeting friends with Wen, how could she show her face in broad daylight. ”

"No wonder I think that no matter how good the business is, this Miaoyulou can't be crowded with people in the daytime." Gu Yuanxi showed a suddenly mistaken expression, shook his head and sighed: "It turns out that she is a friend with a text, I thought I could hug Fang Ze on the bed and kiss Fang Ze~"

Pei Si and the others were dumbfounded, this Gu Yuanxi is really not ordinary vulgar. Even a talented girl in Qinglou like Wei Qing'er, who is expected to be indesecrated, wants to kiss Fang Ze. Although everyone here has this desire in their hearts, no one is as unabashed as he is to say it. At that moment, Pei Si and several people deepened their contempt for this **, and scolded in unison: "Dirty! ”

Gu Yuanxi smiled and scolded indifferently: "You and those so-called sons and talents next to you are pretending to be five or six in front of Wei Qing'er, but you don't know what kind of lust you are in your heart, you are dirty." ”

"What is sexual immorality?" Pei Si asked.

"I just kept thinking about how to get her into bed. The lasciviousness in consciousness is lustful and this is lust. Gu Yuanxi replied.

"Shut up." Pei Si, the big fat man, showed a look of grief and indignation, and he said shamelessly: "Gu San, I thought you were the same people as us, but I didn't expect to be so dirty and shameless. I really misread you. Our brothers are all heads and faces in Chang'an, how can they think about nasty things like getting a woman to bed all day long? What about your festival? ”

"Not bad, not bad." Li Qi nodded with "deep sympathy" and said, "We didn't go to the Qinglou to do those dirty things like the group of lewd men downstairs. We're here to appreciate, you see—like beauty, like music, like dance, we're here to appreciate art. ”

Huo Ru also said with a "sad" face: "Hey." I think a few of our buddies are known as the 'Six Talents of West Chang'an', and they are famous. I don't want to have Gu San, a lewd man, it's really a misfortune for the family~"

Gu Yuanxi was sweating profusely, and his mother was blowing better than my third brother Gu, none of them were fuel-efficient lamps. The skin is really thick enough, and you can say so many noble reasons when you go to a kiln. And what are we the famous "Six Talents of West Chang'an", who is famous, but it is famous, but it is notorious. I don't know the nickname of "The Six Gangsters of West Chang'an" in Xishi? Which one doesn't know? Oh my God, how could I get mixed up with these hanging hairs.

"There is no shamelessness, only more shamelessness." Gu Yuanxi clenched his fists and said to Pei Si in a deep voice: "I, Gu San, have served you." ”

When Gu Yuanxi was talking nonsense, Wei Qing'er was standing in front of the wooden case in the center of the stage, she smiled lightly, and said coquettishly: "The first topic of this essay is to use paintings to make poems. She nodded slightly, and the maid next to her walked briskly and hung the long scroll in front of the desk on the table.

I saw that on the scroll was a picture of a beautiful woman stroking the qin. In the painting, a peerless beauty sits behind a beaded curtain, stroking the piano with her head down. Wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner next to it, adding a touch of artistic conception to the painting.

"This painting is painted by an old friend, today Qing'er hopes that everyone will write a poem according to this painting, and Qing'er will choose a favorite poem on the painting, so that it can be viewed every day." Wei Qing'er smiled slightly, looked around, and the crisp sound of the yellow warbler chirping came from her throat.

Watching it every day??When everyone heard it, it was terrible. If her poems can get the blue eyes of Miss Qing'er, she will endow them with paintings. The Qing'er girl will not think of me when she sees this picture and this poem every day, and when the time comes, she will see things and think about people, see the scenery and make love, and then the beautiful story of a talented and beautiful woman will happen......

All the people who come here today think that they are full of poetry and books, and they just saw the picture scroll, and they began to meditate hard in order to get the blue eyes of the beautiful woman.

Therefore, there was silence in the hall, and everyone sat and stared, as if time stood still, and no one dared to make a sound.

Gu Yuanxi was taken aback, this plot happened too fast, and he had already entered the topic after just a few words. He was about to speak, but saw that Pei Si and a few people around him also closed their eyes, clasped their hands on their shoulders, and thought hard. Gu Yuanxi sighed bitterly, the magic of this beauty is really great. But if you want a fool like Pei Si to make good poems, then my third brother Gu will have to eat shit.

"Does a beauty play the harp?" Gu Yuanxi was about to close his eyes and search in his mind for five thousand years of poems about the beauty of the beauty Fuqin, but when he closed his eyes, his eyes flashed, and his eyes were fixed on a certain place in the picture. He was slightly stunned, and then a narrow smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"There it is." A cry of surprise broke the silence in the lobby, and everyone looked at each other. saw that Xue Luqian from Hedong had already stood up, with a smile on his face.

"It turned out to be Xue Gongzi." Wei Qing'er bowed slightly, this Xue Luqian Xue Gongzi was also one of the suitors who fell under her pomegranate skirt. In her eyes, this Xue Gongzi is a talented young man.

"Please ask Xue Gongzi to give me advice." Wei Qing'er behaved very decently.

"Don't dare." Xue Luqian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I don't dare to teach." I hope that Xue's vulgar work will not stain Miss Qing'er's deafness. ”

"Hypocrisy." Many of the guests in the lobby showed dissatisfaction, but it was not so much disdain as jealousy of Xue Luqian's precedent.

"Xue Gongzi, please."

"Good. Please listen to my song 'Yiren Fuqin'. Xue Luqian's eyes swept a meaningful glance at the full house, and then recited aloud:

"Sitting in the high pavilion at night, Yiren Fu Suqin.

The piano plays a sad tune, like sitting in an empty forest.

It is neither a phoenix endowment, nor is it like a beard.

Where to find the bell period, can you know the sound of Boya? ”

"Okay." As soon as Xue Luqian finished reading, a few people around him patted their thighs and shouted the word "good", as if the poem was made by themselves.

Gu Yuanxi couldn't help laughing, these were clearly Xue Luqian's drag, helping a rich and noble child like him to come to the Qinglou to create momentum. However, I have to say that Xue Luqian still has a certain talent.

"The villain has a will." Pei Si took a sip of tea unhappily, and then showed the same jealousy as most of the guests.

Xue Luqian was very proud. He was born in the famous Hedong Xue clan and belonged to one of the six surnames in Kansai: Wei Pei, Liu Xue, Yang Du. Hedong Xue's poetry is an heirloom, and the family has a strong family background. Born in a prestigious family, he was originally going to participate in this year's poetry competition, and he was going to take this year's imperial examination, and just a poem was naturally not a problem.

This poem is written: In the idle night, a peerless beauty sat in the high pavilion, stroking the suqin and playing. The tone she played was very sad, making people feel lonely, lonely and sad as if they were in an uninhabited woods. She played neither Zhuo Wenjun's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" nor Cai Wenji's "Hu Ji Yin". What the hell is she playing? I don't know where to find a character like Zhong Ziqi, who can understand the ideas that Boya wants to express.

Except for Pei Si and a few **, most of them are not straw bales without ink, so they can naturally hear the meaning of Xue Luqian's poem. The lonely mood when he wrote the poem when the beautiful woman played the piano was naturally alluding to Wei Qing'er. Then Zhuo Wenjun and Cai Wenji, two ancient talented women, secretly praised Wei Qing'er. Finally, through the question "Where to find the bell period, can you know the sound of Boya?" At the end of this sentence, the allusion of "mountains and flowing water" is used to shorten the distance between the two, and the sound of Boya is naturally the sound of the girl in the painting, and it is also the music of Wei Qing'er, and the bell period is naturally Xue Luqian himself. Who in the world can understand the sound of Wei Qing'er's "Boya", only I, Xue Luqian, am your "Zhongzi Period" and your bosom friend.

"High! It's really high! Xue Lu was proud, and a few around him flattered him with a smile, although they didn't understand the meaning of the poem......

"He is worthy of being a talented son of the Xue family in Hedong." The man in red in the distance nodded, quite appreciative. The white-clothed man beside him still didn't think so, and his eyes turned to Gu Yuanxi's disciple who made him gnash his teeth. saw Gu Yuanxi's eyes closed, as if he had heard nothing. I couldn't help but increase my hatred......