Wu Jie threw the paper ball of paper that was tested into the stove.

A dazzling fire flickered in the furnace.

"You wrote for a long time, and you ended up writing these words?" Yiyi was a little annoyed, thinking that Wu Jie was just teasing herself, and there was a suspicion between her eyebrows that she couldn't hide.

This person speaks hotly, but he has been tinkering for a long time, but he has not written anything, is it really impossible to write anything, because he has spoken a lot, but now he can't get off the stage?

"Forget it, you still don't want to write it, and you can't write Xiaoge Lao anymore."

"I said, change a piece of paper and start over now." Wu Jie's tone became more and more flat: "Is Yan Shifan very powerful, can no one write about him?" ”

"If you talk about talent and talent, the seven sons may be able to compare with it, but when it comes to poetry, Xiao Ge Lao is much stronger than these seven people, didn't I just say it?" Yiyi was about to say more, but seeing Wu Jie's calm expression, he still subconsciously re-opened a piece of fine dark gold rice paper.

In the first half of the year, when the Caiyun girl first arrived in Yanjing, she won the name of the Oiran in Beijing in just one month by relying on her wonderful pipa and melodious singing voice. But in the past two months, Xiangyue has sprung up, pressing the Caiyun girl so much that she can't raise her head.

The reason why this is so is not because Xiangyue blindly seeks innovation and change, and there is Yan Shifan, a poet behind him, and a new poem comes out every ten days, and the pieces are exquisite.

With the support of such a grandmaster-level poetry and language expert, although Caiyun is extremely talented, he can sing and sing only three or five lyrics and songs, and it is difficult not to lose to Xiangyue.

Xiao Ge Lao's poems are indeed very good, and those who can compete with one of them on this are probably the so-called Hou Qizi.

The so-called seven sons are the seven masters of the Jiajing period: Li Panlong, Wang Shizhen, Xie Zhen, Zong Chen, Liang Youyu, Xu Zhongxing and Wu Guolun.

These seven people advocate retro, thinking that the articles are not worth reading since the two Han Dynasty, the poems since the Sui and the Wei, and that today's essays only need to "cut the words into words, and the words into the articles", simulating the ancients.

Among these seven people, Li Panlong once served as the head of the criminal department, and later was dismissed because he offended Yan Song, and now he is retired in his hometown.

Wang Shizhen was in Nanjing as a secretary of the Criminal Department, Xie Zhen was dying, and he had returned to his hometown for many years, Zongchen was far away in Fujian, Liang Youyu had died for many years, and Xu Zhongxing and Wu Guolun were not officials in the capital.

If these seven people can make a move, they may have a fight with Xiao Ge Lao. They are all retro schools, and they are also strict and upright, and it is impossible for them to participate in this kind of affair and compete with others.

Moreover, although these seven people have dabbled in poetry, it is prose that really writes well. Especially Zongchen, his "Book of Reporting Liu Yizhang" is even more eloquent.

As for Wang Shizhen, who is the most famous, he is good at writing dramas and is the founder of Ming Dynasty dramas.

Composition pays attention to momentum, and writing a play must be able to plan the layout of the plot and inherit the combination, while poetry needs talent.

Mo said that he couldn't invite these seven people as Caiyun, and even if he did, he might not be able to defeat Yan Shifan.

In this way, in the world, the people who can overwhelm Xiao Ge Lao in poetry are afraid that they have not yet been born.

Others can't do it, and the young man in front of him who only knows how to talk big can't.

At this thought, Yiyi was a little desperate.

The fireworks line also pays attention to inheritance, and now worships under the Caiyun Gate, so she naturally wants to learn her exquisite pipa skills. Then, the singing of the song card also had to be fully learned, the so-called false transmission of a sentence, the true transmission of a breath. Then, the poems sung by Caiyun will also be inherited in their entirety. When the teacher came out, it was a small colored cloud again.

Therefore, the relationship between master and apprentice in the fireworks industry is close, and in many cases it is even closer than the relationship between mother and daughter.

Caiyun was defeated at the hands of Xiangyue, emotionally speaking, Yiyi is naturally the same enemy. In reality, most of the women in the fireworks industry, especially the Qing people, are only eighteen years old, and they will find a good family to marry when they have saved enough dowry.

Caiyun is already sixteen years old, and he will quit this business in two years at most.

Then it's time to take Caiyun's class.

If Caiyun is still the Oiran, as the true disciple of the Oiran, Yiyi will naturally rise to the top. The fireworks line is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, such as Caiyun such an oiran, if the guests want to see her, they can't get down without a hundred taels of silver, and at most listen to her sing a song and say a few words. can be replaced by the kind of kiln sister who has a career of meat and skin, and she can sleep for one night with twenty yuan.

People are different, Oiran is the king in this industry, and she Yiyi, as a disciple of Oiran, is the protégé of the Son of Heaven, as soon as she debuted, she stood at a very high starting point.

For the future, she also has her own vision, and she is also glad that she can worship under the Caiyun Gate.

But all of this became empty as Xiangyue took away Caiyun's Oiran title.

"Hey, if this young man surnamed Wu wants to write, let him write it, anyway, he can't write Xiaoge Lao anyway." As soon as she thought of this, Yiyi lost her strength, so she stepped aside and didn't bother to take care of Wu Jie anymore.

At this time, Wu Jie had already begun to write slowly.

There are a lot of words in this writing, and then look at his body with the slight undulation and stretching of the writing movements, but there is a kind of flowing momentum, soft, smooth, and elegant.

At this time, Caiyun came in with a food box, and saw Wu Jie writing, but his eyes were full of surprise, obviously full of confidence in him.

She slowed down, lightly put the food on the table, took another glass of wine and walked to Wu Jie's side, looking down carefully.

At this look, the hand of the colorful cloud cup was fixed in mid-air.

"Alright." Wu Jie suddenly threw the brush in his hand on the table.

"This is the word?" Caiyun's voice was imperceptibly trembling.

"That's right, it's the word." Wu Jie rubbed his hands and said softly: "Yan Shifan is good at seven-word ancient poems, it's not that he can't compare him to his strengths." But everything pays attention to a preemptive voice, and competes with him in ancient poems, but it is less meaningful. It's better to use word cards first, so that everyone can listen to it freshly. Sing it and see how well it works, and then decide what to write next. ”

"Hey, don't you have sore hands, come on!" Wu Jie suddenly laughed.

Caiyun hurriedly handed over the cup.

Wu Jie stretched out his hand to catch it, retreated to his seat, and drank it for a long time, while drinking, he used chopsticks to hold the small snacks in the food box.

Caiyun still stood firmly in front of the manuscript, watching it so fascinated, refusing to take his eyes off for a long time.

"It's just a poem, no matter how you write it, what can compare to Xiaoge's old is poetry." Yiyi was suddenly a little dissatisfied in her heart, and muttered secretly: "One word is just a few crosses, how can Miss Caiyun look at it for so long?" Could it be that this word is really not true, or rather, it can be regarded as reluctant, don't sing it, it's a pity. If you really take it out and sing it, you have to be compared to Xiaoge Lao, and it's boring. I guess my girl is hesitating, right? ”

(To be continued)