Caiyun was still silently looking at the lyrics of the new song, her lips moving slightly, as if she was chanting something.

And Wu Jie felt that the dim sum that Caiyun got was really delicious, not sweet or salty, crispy and soft, but it was rare to eat. In addition, I drank uncommon distilled liquor, and I was gluttonous for a while, and I drank a little too much.

Suddenly, a face flushed slightly, and the body slowly stretched.

Yiyi saw that Wu Jie was making waves more and more, and the more he looked at him, the more unpleasant he became.

I couldn't help but scold me several times.

"Yiyi, bring my pipa, a pair of strings, I haven't played the pipa for a few days, and the weather is dry today, and it is estimated that it has been out of tune." Taking a deep breath, Caiyun turned his head to look at Yiyi, his eyes full of brilliance.

"Girl, you want to play the lute!" Yiyi was pleasantly surprised in her heart, and she couldn't help but cry out because she couldn't help but be angry with Wu Jie. She saw the depression of her own girl in the past few days, and Caiyun sat in the room in a daze as if she had fallen into an evil spirit. I don't read books anymore, I don't play the piano anymore, and the whole person looks weak.

Now that I think about playing the piano, my whole person is full of energy.

Could it be because of this new word that Wu Jie just wrote?

Yiyi was shocked: Could it be that the words of this Wu Festival are extremely good, and they are already comparable to the poems of the little pavilion elder in Xiangyue?

"By the way, this word is full of scenes, like flowing clouds and flowing water, but it is not something that can be expressed by a single pipa. It also has to be accompanied by a dong flute and a huqin, so that several of them can be expressed to the extreme. Caiyun's chest rose and fell slightly, looking very excited. She carefully put away the manuscript, put it into her sleeve preciously, and muttered: "Go and invite Mr. Gui, who plays the violin, to come over, Yiyi, you use the dong flute to cooperate, so that you deserve this word card." ”

Sure enough, it was a word card, Yiyi was about to go out, but Wu Jie shook his body and stood up, and said with a smile: "I'm drunk and sleepy, it's better to go back." You are busy, I will leave my address, and when I want to change new words and songs later, just speak. ”

"Hurry up, Yiyi, help Mr. Wu Shizhen go out and find a sedan chair." Caiyun hurriedly advised.

"Girl." Yiyi smelled Wu Jie's full body of wine and was very dissatisfied.

Caiyun took the first step and secretly stuffed a bag of money tickets into Wu Jie's sleeve: "This is a hundred taels of pens, although it is not worth the chance of Mr. Shizhen's new words, but it is a little bit of Caiyun's heart, and I hope you don't want to refuse." ”

"Girl......" Yiyi shouted, a hundred taels of Caiyun a few months ago and herself are nothing at all, just talk a few words with the same person, play a few songs.

It's a pity that after being taken away by Xiangyue, they haven't entered for a long time, and the cost of the museum is also large, and they are gradually a little stretched.

Besides, one hundred taels, even in the capital, is the net worth of a lower-middle family.

Is this Wu Jie's word worth so much money?

Caiyun ignored Yiyi, but looked embarrassed, as if he couldn't take the hundred taels.

Wu Jie smiled: "Caiyun, you and I are old friends, there is no need for this, but your money is inconvenient to sell, only once, and it must not be like this in the future." Okay, don't send it, I'll go back. ”

After speaking, he strode out and disappeared into the two plum blossoms.

Qinglou, who can cultivate the name of the Oiran, naturally has extraordinary strength, even if it is an old musician in the building, he also has a lot of background.

Lao Gui of Lahuqin, who used to be a musician in the Ministry of Rites, is a national player.

"Mr. Gui, this is Caiyun's new lyrics, and now there is a lack of a tune. It's okay to use the same old tune, but it's a mistake to make this top work. Today, I would like to ask you to come over and see if I can compose a new song. Caiyun politely pulled out the manuscript and handed it over.

Lao Gui was a little unhappy: "What are the terrible words, you need to recompose the music, isn't it good to use the old song?" Although he was dissatisfied, he took it anyway.

Yiyi snorted; "Girl, I think Mr. Gui is reasonable, why bother so much."

"No, no, no, although Wu Shizhen is not famous, I know him as a person." Caiyun smiled and looked at Yiyi: "Yiyi, didn't you often say that you used to say that you can't wait to see Wu Shuang and Fei who are 'reading power of falling flowers, micro swifts, flying', and now that we have met, why are you so cold to him?" ”

"Ah, he is Wu Shuang and Fei!" Yiyi's face lost its blood, and she stood up suddenly, only to feel that her chest was about to explode, and she couldn't breathe anymore.

The song "The bright moon was there at that time, and the clouds returned" is the famous work of the Caiyun girl after she came to the capital.

At that time, Yiyi was completely moved by this poem, and only felt that her heart was about to be crushed by the artistic conception in it, and she was ignorant as if she had been in a nightmare for three consecutive days.

She had fantasized more than once about what a heavenly genius she could write such words.

But I never expected that people would come to me today, but I missed it so inexplicably.

"Good!" Lao Gui suddenly cheered, his white beard couldn't help trembling, and his cloudy and dry old eyes moistened in an instant, as if tears were about to fall: "How fortunate is the old man to compose music for such a good sentence and such a divine composition?" ”

Caiyun got the new Song Ci he copied, and waited until he figured out the true meaning of it, and then closed the instrument, why did he have to rehearse for three or five days before he could sing it to others.

Wu Jie is still very confident in this poem.

After all, it is a masterpiece in the Song Dynasty, a work with a surname in the Wanyue school, as long as it is not deaf and blind, anyone can easily hear the benefits.

This is a masterpiece, ingenious and wonderful.

In contrast, Yan Shifan's poems are not bad, they are first-class in this era. But compared with Song Ci, it seems to be full of ingenuity, and it is not at the same level at all, and there is no need to compare.

The distilled liquor is really powerful, and the degree is also high, Wu Jie didn't feel that he drank too much, but he only felt that his mouth was dry and his head hurt.

After returning home, Mozi saw Wu Jie drinking like this, and felt strange in his heart, and asked Wu Jie how much he drank and where he went.

"It's not much, it's just two or three. I went to the Qinglou just now to see a person...... "Wu Jie's words were not finished, his head tilted, and he fell asleep.

Toss the angry moth aside.

The second day, Wu Jie didn't go to Xiyuan, and rested at home for a day.

Strange to say, Mozi surprisingly didn't say anything, and objected to Wu Jie's becoming more and more considerate, which made him a little unaccustomed.

The next paragraph is also more gentle, as if it is a different person.

This made Wu Jiezhang Er King Kong feel uncomfortable, and kept beating the drum in his heart, and finally one day he couldn't help but ask Mozi what was going on, only to know that Mozi had misunderstood that he had gone to the courtyard to mess around.

"Ahem, I don't like going to that kind of place the most, it's a misunderstanding." I told Moth about Caiyun from beginning to end, and Moth was relieved and returned to its original appearance.

After resting at home for a day, Wu Jie went to Xiyuan again, which happened to be his duty on this day, and he couldn't help but go, besides, it was not appropriate to go to the emperor to show his face.

However, Wu Jie was also a little annoyed, and he wrote green words every day at the emperor's place, which was really boring.

Fortunately, Jiajing was in retreat and meditating today, saying that he was going to avoid the valley for a day, leaving Huang Jin alone to serve and not let others disturb him.

After saying a few words to Huang Jin, Wu Jie remembered that there was still an account to be checked on the side of the Yuxi Palace maintenance project. The maintenance project of Yuxi Palace used the emperor's internal affairs, and did not go through the accounts of the Ministry of Works. The Inner Tibetan Mansion is under the control of Huang Jin, but unfortunately Lao Huang can't leave today, so he entrusted the matter of checking to Wu Jie, saying that this matter is related to whether the Spring Festival is comfortable, and it is not allowed to be sloppy. Now, the project has reached the final stage, please Wu Jie help this no matter what.

Lao Huang naturally has nothing to say about the relationship with himself, although Wu Jie also hates reconciliation, but since the old friends trust each other, it is difficult to refuse, so he has to walk towards the long-lost Yuxi Palace.

In fact, Yuxi Palace is Jiajing's favorite place, and he has lived here since he ascended the throne. It's a pity that because the place is too broken, this is ruthless, and a large amount of silver is allocated for people to renovate. Recently, Jiajing has been living in a leopard house.

Leaving the place he was familiar with, the emperor seemed depressed these days, probably wanting to move back earlier.

When Wu Jie walked to Yuxi Palace, he saw that the project had reached the completion stage, and many places had been renovated beyond recognition. The whole hall was dismantled and rebuilt, all the tiles of the houses were replaced with new ones, and the balustrades, caissons, and walls were repainted.

"That's a lot of work!" Wu Jie couldn't help but sigh, as far as he knew, this project cost a total of 2.6 million 200 silver, which is about to catch up with the country's annual financial revenue, and it is estimated that Emperor Jiajing has taken out all the old money he has accumulated in the past few decades.

Jiajing is famous among the emperors of the Ming Dynasty who is willing to spend money to buy enjoyment, however, this person has a benefit, no matter how extravagant, he spends his own money, unlike the Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty, who ran out of money and stretched out her hand directly to the treasury, without principle.

The craftsmen don't know Wu Jie, and as for the officials of the Ministry of Industry who are on duty here, they don't know him Wu Jie either.

Wu Jie walked around the palace, asked for directions, and walked towards the so-called engineering headquarters set up here by the Ministry of Works.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard someone inside sneering: "Lord Lu Xuan, the day after tomorrow is my father's sixtieth birthday, your Lu family is also a famous wealthy family, we can be regarded as happy cooperation for a while, what gift are you going to give my father?" ”

It was a blatant bribe, and the tone was so domineering.

This made Wu Jiefa curious, the person who spoke didn't know where the sacredness was, and it didn't seem that he took the Lu family in his eyes.

He looked up, but saw in the middle of the room an official from the seventh rank, who was about forty years old, short and stout, and had a philistine face.

Lu Xuan sat upright in front of the desk, wearing a sixth-grade official uniform, and lowered his head as if he was a little afraid of the seventh-grade official.

Hearing that man's words, Lu Xuan raised his head in surprise and asked, "It turned out to be Boss Li's 60th birthday, but if you want to celebrate with a literary meeting, can there be a poetry competition?" ”

"Compete, compete, try a fart, Lao Tzu and his son are not your sour husbands, what do you do with that thing, naturally you are eating wine and listening to music." Master Li snorted.

Lu Xuan looked disappointed: "That's it, then I won't go, and I'll ask Mr. Li how it is." ”

"You, you, you, don't you have any indication?" Master Li reminded Lu Xuan.

"Mean, mean?" Lu Xuan looked confused: "Since it's not a Wenhui, I'm definitely not going." ”

(To be continued)