"Yiyi, don't be rude to Mr. Shizhen." Hearing what Yiyi said ugly, Caiyun frowned slightly, stood up, lifted the teapot, and refilled some water for Wu Jie.

Wu Jie nodded at her, indicating that it was okay.

Then he smiled at Yiyi: "But I'm not here to bury Miss Caiyun, I am an old friend of your girl, and I don't like the land of fireworks in my life, how can I have such a good spirit to come here to say such things." ”

Yiyi said angrily: "Then why did you come?" ”

Wu Jie said lightly: "I have also heard the music of Caiyun girl before, and the pipa with that hand is really superb, and it is the world's first-class, and it was taken away from the title of Oiran like this, but I am not convinced in my heart." Today, Wu Jie came for the Caiyun girl to regain the Oiran. ”

Hearing Wu Jie's words, Caiyun's eyes lit up.

But Na Yiyi sneered: "Mr. Wu is really out of bounds to coax people, and if you say you will take it back, you will take it back?" ”

Wu Jie: "Then let me ask you, Yiyi girl, how is Xiangyue compared to Caiyun girl?" ”

"What is there to compare, I don't bother to tell you."

"Yiyi!" Caiyun glanced at Yiyi dissatisfied.

Seeing that her own girl looked solemn, Yiyi held back her anger and said: "Actually, judging from her appearance alone, Xiangyue can be regarded as good-looking, and she is younger than Caiyun girl. is also a soft singing voice, and there is a southern woman's Zhong Lingshui show. She also debuted this year, and she used to learn poetry and songs in the building for more than ten years, and she was also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If you want to compete, you are only between the girls in my family, but you can't tell the difference. ”

Wu Jie asked rhetorically: "In this case, why did Miss Caiyun lose at the hands of Xiangyue?" ”

Yi Yi said angrily: "Xiangyue is not lucky, she met a nobleman, and someone superior made new poems and new lyrics for her." The Qing people who sit in the museum in the capital, who have not practiced piano and singing skills in the building for more than ten years, are not much more clever than others. But the lyrics of the tunes in the market are only a few songs over and over again, and after listening to them for a long time, the guests are also annoyed. If a new word appears, it is natural to take the lead. Everyone in the world likes the new and hates the old, so there are new lyrics and songs in Xiangyue every ten days, how can others compete with her? ”

Yiyi said angrily and asked Wu Jie: "What are you asking these for, is it possible that you can also write good poetry?" ”

"Whether I can write good poetry or not, your girl knows very well." Wu Jie said leisurely, as if he didn't take this matter to heart: "If your girl wants it, just say it." ”

"Really." Caiyun knew the level of Wu Jie's poetry, and suddenly felt shortness of breath, and his eyes were shining.

Yiyi sneered: "I see that you are also a scholar, a reader in this world, as long as he can read for a few years, anyone can say a few nonsense." It may be well written, but not much. Do you know who wrote poems for Xiangyue, and you dare to be so confident? ”

As soon as she thought of this, her heart was a little cold: "Mr. Wu, if there is nothing to do, let's go back, my girl is not in good health recently, and she can't talk to people more." ”

"Who?" Wu Jie smiled deliberately, and said: "Yiyi girl, I seem to be asking Miss Caiyun just now, you seem to be her maid, how can you be the master for her?" ”

"My girl is a thin-faced and kind-hearted person, and she doesn't know how to refuse people, so she has suffered a lot of losses, and I have to protect her so as not to be deceived by you." Yiyi snorted: "So that you know, the person who wrote poems for Miss Xiangyue is the famous Xiaoge old Yan Shifan, and his talent can also rank in the top three in this world, compared to Xu Qingteng, is it possible that you are still confident that you can write and win him?" ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Yan Shifan, what's the big deal?" Wu Jie was robbed by the little girl, and suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart. Isn't it Xiao Yan, the last time I tried Qingzi, I didn't win against him.

This guy is very famous in real history, but he is only known for figuring out the holy will and writing good words, but the poetry is not successful.

"You can't even look down on Xiaoge Lao, you're arrogant enough, and you don't know how to write?" The little girl looked at Wu Jie angrily.

The little girl spoke as if she were arguing with someone.

Strange to say, Caiyun seemed to like this proud disciple very much, and he didn't stop it, just looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he thought it was very interesting.

She was already sure that Wu Jie came here today to help her write the lyrics, and she had strong confidence in the level of Wu Jie's poetry. With his help, are you still worried about not being able to defeat Xiangyue?

I suddenly felt a little excited in my heart, and I was a little more grateful.

At the moment, a depressed heart is also completely relaxed.

Wu Jie said softly: "It's hard to say how well it is written, poetry is all about inspiration." When inspiration comes, if God helps; If you can't be inspired, if you write it out, it will taste like chewing wax, and it will be unbearable. ”

"Talk a lot of nonsense, you go." Yiyi began to give an eviction order, she had long wanted to drive this surnamed Wu Di out, but this guy was so thick-skinned, it was really annoying.

Wu Jie didn't move: "It's not easy to talk about inspiration, as far as I'm concerned, if you have good wine, you need inspiration, you don't have good wine here." ”

"Still want to drink?"

But at this time, Caiyun opened a mahogany box, took out a bottle made of crystal, and poured a small glass of transparent wine from it.

It is the best distilled liquor, which looks formless and colorless, but has a strange fragrance.

Wu Jie perked up and shouted: "Okay, yes, I didn't expect to come here for so long, and finally came across distilled liquor, at least fifty-two degrees, I want to try it." ”

"Girl......" Yiyi was a little surprised, as far as she knew, Caiyun Girl's wine had been collected for many years, and she had been reluctant to open it, but she didn't expect to give it to the scholar in front of her.

But Caiyun smiled and shook his head, walked to the bookcase, poured some water on the inkstone, and slowly grinded the ink: "Mr. Shizhen, I haven't seen your new work for a long time, how can Caiyun be able to ask Mr. to write a song for me." ”

"Your bottle of wine alone is enough. Silk, this wine is amazing, do you have any appetizers? Wu Jie let out a long breath of hot air, this Zhongqu wine is still much spicier than Wuliangye and Moutai in later generations.

"Sir, please use it slowly, I'll go down to Zhang Luo." Caiyun gave Wu Jie a blessing and retreated, leaving Wu Jie there drinking cup by cup.

In a few moments, he was flushed with the stimulation of the spirit.

Yiyi saw that he was full of alcohol, and the more she looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, but since Caiyun arranged it like this, she couldn't say anything, so she only looked at it with her eyes.

"Okay, just drink two taels, and if you do more, you'll get drunk." Wu Jie put down the cup, walked to the desk, and asked, "Yiyi girl, I'm going to start writing the lyrics, by the way, which of Xiangyue's new poems is the most famous recently, what is written?" ”

"Who else can it be, naturally it is the seven words, 'Qingzhang leans down on the building and overlooks the waves, and people from afar send guests here. The willows by the Yangtze River in the west wind are not as good as the leaves are not as much as Lisi. The little girl remembers her surname well, and it seems that she has spent many years on poetry, "This poem is indeed well written, and it writes the parting feelings when sending off guests to the extreme." It is the willow leaves, the autumn wind, and the river, the scenes are blended, and they are integrated, which makes people feel melancholy...... Why, you want to write a copy of this. Don't toss, no matter how much you write, you can't write about the old one. ”

"Did I say I wanted to copy it?" Wu Jie shook his head, walked to the front of the case, picked up the pen, thought about it slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and wrote slowly.

Although he was very optimistic about Wu Jie, Yiyi suddenly had a hope in his heart: maybe, this scholar can really write good poems. My girl was so respectful to him just now, I think this person must have some talent. Even if it is not as old as Xiaoge, as long as it can have its three-point level, it can be regarded as a good work, which is enough for Miss Caiyun to save some of her decline.

As soon as she thought of this, Yiyi couldn't get angry with Wu Jie anymore, so she couldn't help but walk to Wu Jie's side and look at it fixedly.

I only glanced at it, but my heart jumped suddenly: this word...... It's so beautifully written, at least at the level of a great grandmaster. Maybe...... Maybe his poems will be just as beautiful...... In fact, the so-called name is really not too important in terms of appearance, at least not too ugly, the woman in the fireworks line in Fengyue Field, who is not born to be charming, and the person who is in Israel is just waiting for the next thing. The name sought after by scholars and scholars is not based on whether you are born like this and whether you are beautiful or not, but whether you are talented or not. Not only must you speak elegantly, but you must also be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you will be able to write poetry and songs.

Therefore, the people of the Qing Pavilion will be raised in the building from the age of five, and they will be educated by famous teachers, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a ten-year cold window.

When he reached the age of fifteen, he came out to meet the guests.

The same process, the same educational means, the real name is not much different.

And Yiyi is currently studying under Caiyunmen, in her mind, Caiyun is her girl, and her honesty, so she is naturally very concerned in her heart.

Really speaking, Caiyun and Xiangyue actually can't tell the long and short.

The reason why he was robbed of the title of Oiran is not because Xiangyun has new poems and songs coming out every ten days.

In fact, the ancient Qing people were a bit like the film and television stars of later generations, because the ancient entertainment industry was backward, and its popularity was three points more powerful than that of later generations.

In addition to the sentiments used by scholars and doctors, ancient poetry also had a function - when popular songs were sung among the common people - and Mingji was the singer who spread this art form.

Miss Caiyun is talented, and she is especially good at pipa in one hand. But in the past six months, the three or five poems that have come and gone have been aesthetically tired.

This point is a bit like a singer who became famous in later generations, with one mouth, he would only be that famous song. Unlike true emperor superstars, there are no seasons with new albums, and there are always one or two classics in each album.

Judging from this, Caiyun lost in the hands of Xiangyun, who has a royal lyricist, and he was not wronged.

Wu Jie's words are beautiful, but he didn't write poems at the beginning, but brewed emotions first. He first picked up a pen and scribbled a dozen words on the paper, thought about it, and erased it again: "Change to a new paper." ”

"What the hell are you doing?"

Wu Jie didn't answer, and wrote another line of words: I'll decide who the flowers will be.

"Change a piece of paper and start over now."

(To be continued)