Wang Lang said with a dry laugh

"Brother Jiang said that he laughed, how can he be in Xiade."

Jiang Xuehan said with a smile

"Where, my sister has long heard of Brother Wang's name. I admire you very much. ”

Wang Lang asked curiously

"I don't know what my sister admires about me, I'm just a gentleman. I don't have money, I don't want housing. There's nothing but blood. ”

Everyone couldn't help but laugh after listening to Wang Lang's words, Jiang Xuehan said

"Let's not care about the Acacia Pavilion opened by Brother Wang, let's just say that the "Legend of the West Chamber" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" written by Brother Wang are already breathtaking. There is also Brother Wang's poetry, a song "Man Jianghong", a song "A Laugh in the Sea" shows the vicissitudes of the world and the optimistic attitude towards the world, Brother Wang's attitude towards life, life ideals are really admirable. ”

Wang Lang scratched his head embarrassedly and said

"Am I that good? How did I not know? No one else has praised me like this except my mother. ”

A sister of the drunken flower building pulled Wang Lang and said

""Man Jianghong" and "A Laugh in the Sea" are really created by Wang Gongzi?"

Wang Lang touched his nose and said

"If the content is right, it's me."

The sisters of the drunken flower building showed a look of surprise, even Xiuyun. The sister continued

"Wang Gongzi, you don't know, the most popular thing for us in Zuihualou now is your words, do you think you can compose a song for us on the spot today? Just one song. ”

Where Wang Lang can compose poems, it is all plagiarism, although Wang Lang has a lot of inventory in his head, but there is always a time to show his feet, so Wang Lang's principle is to plagiarize less if he can, so the probability of revealing the stuffing is small. Just when Wang Lang frowned and hesitated, Xiuyun said resentfully

"Wang Gongzi, just now you said that you respected our sisters, and now our sisters can't ask you to write a poem?"

Wang Lang said with a wry smile

"What did the embroidery girl say, I was just thinking about what kind of poem to make."

Jiang Xuehan said coaxing on the side

"I don't know what kind of poem Wang Gongzi wants to make."

Wang Lang quietly glared at Jiang Xuehan, Jiang Xuehan was not afraid and still looked at Wang Lang with a smile. Wang Lang lamented at this time

"It is said that a man's smile is not a good thing, and this woman is not a good person when she smiles."

Wang Lang walked a few steps in the store, pretending to bow his head and think about it, but he actually paid attention to it in his heart, and then raised his head and said with a smile

"With it, the southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, uneven 100,000 homes. Cloud trees around the embankment. The angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is a jewel, a household is profitable, and a luxury is competing. Chonghu stacked Qingjia. There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen with high teeth. Listen to the drums and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the other day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua."

Wang Lang looked at the surprised expressions of everyone present, and secretly enjoyed in his heart

"Liu Yongke is the emperor's royal lyricist, and the sisters of the Song Dynasty are proud to have sung Liu Yong's words. This Liu Yong's "Wanghai Tide" is one of the most famous songs, and it is a strange thing if it doesn't shock you. ”

The sisters of Zuihualou sing famous words, and they have seen a lot of good poems and good words, and they have sung a lot. But words like Wang Lang that suit them are still rare, and there was no such thing in the past. They were all overjoyed, and they had the intention to let Wang Lang compose a few more songs, but they were afraid that Wang Lang would refuse. So their eyes turned to Xiuyun, in fact, Xiuyun also wanted Wang Lang to make a few more songs, but she knew that she just begged Wang Lang to make a poem, and now she asked people to make a few more, which is really a bit excessive, and there is a little bit that the sisters of Drunken Hualou don't realize that they have an inferiority complex in their hearts, and they feel that Wang Lang has been a great favor for them to write poems, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness. In the end, Xiuyun still shook her head and said that she couldn't do anything.

Wang Lang saw everything in his eyes, sighed and continued

"Looking at the rain and clouds, relying on the quiet, watching the autumn light. The evening scene is sparse, and Song Yu is sad. The water breeze is light, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow. Emotional wounds. Where are the old people, the smoke and water are boundless.

Unforgettable, the literary reception, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost. The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoting is! Reading Shuangyan, it is difficult to rely on distant letters, referring to the twilight sky, empty knowledge and returning. Looking at each other, in the sound of the broken hong, the sun is setting."

When everyone was still immersed in the first poem, Wang Lang came to the second bullet, two poems, all classics. It is very suitable for sisters to sing in the drunken flower building.

Xiuyun and the sisters of the drunken flower building glanced at Wang Lang gratefully, and Xiuyun said

"Thank you Wang Gongzi, our sisters will go to compose a song now, and we will definitely invite Wang Gongzi to come for guidance when the time comes."

Wang Lang said with a smile

"Where, where, Wang Lang will definitely arrive then."

Xiuyun said with a smile

"When the time comes, Wang Gongzi must come, otherwise Xiuyun will definitely send someone to the house to send a famous thorn. Hehehe~"

Wang Lang thought depressedly

"Originally, this matter will be confused and passed, sister, don't really give a famous thorn, otherwise I won't be beaten by the old man."

Wang Lang tugged at the corners of his mouth and said

"Definitely, definitely."

So Wang Lang looked at the sisters of the drunken flower building and threw a wink at Wang Lang together, and Wang Lang's bones were crispy in an instant. Xiao Cui snorted on the side and said

"He also said that he was not a pervert, and he became like this when he was looked at by those women."

Wang Lang also ignored Xiaocui, because Wang Lang felt that he couldn't get along with a little girl. Jiang Xuehan also said with a smile

"I didn't expect Brother Wang's poems to be so powerful, it can be called the first classic, I'm afraid it will be difficult for anyone to surpass Brother Wang in the future."

Wang Lang said embarrassedly

"Where, where is Wang, just a drop of water in the sea."

Jiang Xuehan continued

"By the way, Brother Wang, what did you think of what you just told you about?"

Wang Lang said suspiciously

"Just now? What's the matter? ”

Jiang Xuehan was stunned and said

"Of course, it's a matter of the sister, the sister is smart and clever, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, and she is quiet and virtuous."

Wang Lang said with a frown

"Does your sister know how to cook?"

Jiang Xuehan was stunned and didn't know what to say, Xiao Cui saw her young lady standing there embarrassed at this time, so she said

"My young lady has been a talented girl since she was a child, and her family is afraid of falling in her hands, and she is afraid of melting in her mouth, where are you willing to let her cook?"

Wang Lang shook his head and said

"Miss Jiang, when will the sister cook dinner, let's talk about it again. Hey~ It's hard to support a family, it's hard to be a man, it's even harder to be a good man, it's even harder to be a good man to support a family. ”

In fact, Wang Lang also rejected Jiang Xuehan's proposal in disguise, because Wang Lang was not ready to marry now. After all, Wang Lang is only sixteen years old this year, and Wang Lang looks at Jiang Xuehan at most fifteen years old, which is still in junior high school in the future. Wang Lang is not Lolita, if it is replaced by embroidery, Wang Lang does not need to think about it.

Jiang Xuehan lowered his head and thought for a while, and said with a smile

"I'll tell my sister-in-law, Wang Gongzi, we'll see you next time."

After speaking, he reluctantly left the Acacia Pavilion.