From the beginning of taking the big mansion on Quyuan Street, Ximenqing seems to be clockwork, it is actually a continuous rotation day and night, in this small courtyard rented by several people, from morning to night, people from three religions and nine streams, you come and go, so lively, if it is not for the time to take care of one or two, and that Liu Wang is in the middle of the line, I am afraid that it will have become a pot of porridge.

No one knows what kind of trouble this Ximenqing wants to make in Tokyo City, but when he saw that the goods in the backyard and handed over to the care of the Ma brothers were given out at a flowing price, in just a few days, there were more than 20,000 yuan, but looking at the strength of his own officials, it seemed that he didn't go to his heart at all.

As for the mansion on Quyuan Street, it seems to have become a big construction site, what masons, bricklayers and carpenters are pouring in it day and night, and the light wax and candle fire every night is also a lot of expenses. Fortunately, there is no curfew in this Bianliang City, but with such a big movement, the officials of Kaifeng Mansion are not allowed to come to check, but they can cope with it after stuffing some money and copper coins.

In the past few days, the sentence that Liu Wang and Liu Wang have heard the most is: Problems that can be solved with money are not problems!

Rao is Liu Wang, a person who is accustomed to seeing the world in Bianliang City, and when he heard Ximenqing's words, he was also secretly speechless, I really don't know how much furniture this wealthy businessman from other places has, and he can spread out like this without blinking an eye.

After three or four days of such a dizziness, on the evening of this day, he finally sent away the last person, Ximen Qingzhi felt that the whole person was falling apart, and he didn't want to get up on the chair behind him, so he wanted to sleep with him for three days and three nights.

"Official, today is the fifth day of October."

Shi Qian carefully probed the area around the courtyard, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he returned to the main hall, only to find that Ximenqing had already dozed off on the chair half-leaning.

"Damn it, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten everything!"

Ximenqing rubbed up from the chair, ran into his bedroom in the back, turned out an object and put it in his sleeve, and immediately pulled Shi Qian out of the door.

Mahang Street is not far from Hutong Street, and it was just the beginning of the year when the two arrived at Xianyunju.

At this time, the door of Xianyunju was opened, and there were already many scholars in front of the door, pointing at a piece of rice paper hanging on the lintel.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan!"

Among the scribes, a scribe in his thirties and a solemn appearance recited a sentence aloud, and then shook his head and said, "Such wonderful words, I really don't know who came from, if it is continued at will, I am afraid that there is a suspicion of a dog's tail continuing the mink, but a tea in the middle of this idle cloud today, but it is difficult, difficult, difficult!" ”

In the past, Xianyunju opened the door on the third day of each month, and all the guests who wanted to enter the door needed to pass the exam questions set by Cui Niannu, and the poems and songs were varied, among which the champion could enter the beautiful building to watch a dance, and the rest of the people could only meet in the outer hall and listen to a song from afar.

The literati are already light on each other, and there is such a colorful head, how can it not attract the scribes of Bianliang to flock to it, if they are lucky enough to win the championship in one fell swoop in Xianyunju, it can be regarded as a name for themselves in Bianliang City. is even more pretentious, hoping to use words to attract that Cui Xingshou, maybe he can do a good thing in the beauty tent, and the spring breeze is once.

At about three o'clock, there were nearly a hundred people gathered outside this idle cloud residence, and Ximen Qing moved the two people at the same time, but compared with the other scholars around, it seemed out of place.

"Everyone, Bianliang talents, but those who have a manuscript, can be copied in the front yard, and there is a fragrant tea in the middle of the room, which is limited to one moment, and it will not wait for the expiration!"

The little maid who opened the door that day stood by the door, and after saying this, she withdrew her hand and stepped aside, saying no more.

There are those who came here earlier, they can't help but take some advantage, and immediately four or five people rushed in, looking at the momentum, it seems that it is no less than Jin Mingchi's roll call. Ximenqing told Shi Qian to find a place to spend time first, and he also squeezed through the crowd, and walked inside with his feet raised.

"Who is this man? Never seemed to have seen it before? ”

Although Bianliang City is large, those who can enter the idle cloud residence are not talented and arrogant people, and those who entered first in front of them are not famous lyricists in Tokyo, but Ximen Qing inside and outside.

However, everyone only discussed a few times in private, and then put their minds on the topic.

Ximen Qing didn't expect Cui Niannu to use the first two sentences of "Mulan Ci" he left as a test, don't think about it, today's leader must fall on his head. I think that Choi Niennu's dancing skills are the best in Tokyo, but today I have a chance to get a glimpse of the truth, and I don't know what kind of style the dance of this era will be?

The front yard hall of Xianyunju is only four or five zhang longitudinal and horizontal, and there are several square tables scattered around, and the people who enter the door can choose a place to sit at will, and finally there are only nine people who can become guests tonight, including Ximen Qing.

After a while, Cui Niannu appeared accompanied by a personal maid, and after greeting everyone, he went to the piano platform on the side.

After the sound of the piano, everyone present listened to it and shook their eyes, and only Ximenqing was the only one, with a little impatience on his face, which was really a little impatient for this kind of soft music style for modern people with more impetuous hearts. However, seeing that the people around him appreciated it like this, Ximen Qing could only be patient and pretend to be one or two.

In the sound of kindness, Cui Niannu smiled and responded to it among everyone, although it was only a light of tea, but let these self-proclaimed talents/talents enjoy it like tasting fairy tea.

Cui Niannu's precipitous style, coupled with his outstanding and unique appearance, is indeed very attractive to the literati and doctors of this era. It's just that for Ximenqing, he has seen too much of the so-called "packaging" and eyeball economy in later generations, how can he not know the doorway, and he will only watch a drama at this time.

Other people in the hall may not notice Ximenqing, but today Cui Niannu's attention is mostly focused on him, and he is very curious about such a performance. On such an occasion, not only was this stinky man not half unnatural, but looking at the eyes, it was more like standing on a high place and looking down, and there was a little disdain in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was only half an hour before and after, and after a while, Cui Niannu announced today's winning work. When the whole poem "Mulan Ci" was really displayed in front of everyone's eyes, there was silence in the living room that was still quite lively just now.

Which scribe who can enter the idle cloud residence is not a little arrogant, but in the face of such an eternal swan song, which one still has the heart to win. At this moment, this "Mulan Ci" seems to have taken away the demeanor of the master here, causing everyone to look around, wanting to get a glimpse of the true face of the lyricist.

"In less than three days, the genius of the son will be famous in Bianliang and even the entire Great Song Dynasty!"

In the small backyard building of Xianyunju, facing Cui Xingshou, who was particularly resentful, Ximenqing smiled bitterly, and finally could only hand over a thin book from his sleeve, with the words "Peach Blossom Fan" signed on the cover.

Little girl, I don't believe that I can't stun you! There are many ways to deal with a young woman like you!

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