In the limelight, she can't cover her face all the time. After a while, Xue Chongxun finally saw what he looked like...... His feelings suddenly became a little surprised. It's not amazing, originally under the aura of fame such as "Oiran on the Twenty-fourth Floor", the expectations for Xue Chongxun were high enough, and it was difficult to be amazing under this kind of psychological preparation; Naturally, she is not disappointed, although she is soft, but her light and beautiful temperament is very infectious.

So it was an accident. Xue Chongxun heard that she had such a big reputation beforehand, and thought that she would be a very arrogant woman, but in fact, there was still a trace of shy reserve on her face, which was not big at all.

After a while, Xue Chongxun understood that no matter how famous he was as a courtesan, he had to win the love of the people, and it was no wonder that many famous prostitutes had a bitter story behind them that made people feel pity and sympathy; can not compare to the unscrupulous arrogance of princesses, their capital comes from their origin.

Non-smoke walks lightly and slowly. She is like a touch of ink painting, which takes the freshness and refinement of the literati's pen to the extreme, and at a glance it seems that she can smell the fragrance of ink and feel the literary brilliance. The bright and clear eyes are not smiling but smiling, and the melon seed face with soft lines is beautiful and fresh; Not to mention the figure, the slender and light type is interpreted to the peak, and the coordination of each part is just right, natural and smooth. Her whole person is like coming out of a painting, with a smile and a smile, a step and a shake, as if she can poke at the aesthetic key points of the literati and artists.

At this moment, Xue Chongxun felt a little unreal, and said in his heart that Feiyan was more like a painting, a painting full of cultural taste; Or a poem, a glamorous poem that expresses people's emotions. It's just not like a flesh-and-blood person, because it's too ethereal and empty.

However, when her gaze spilled and she saluted Xue Chongxun, her tactful voice like a yellow warbler made him feel a little lively.

"The concubine is not a smoke, and I will meet the king of Hedong County." Bu Feiyan bent his knees slightly. She finally knew who was going to be invited to tonight's banquet.

Xue Chongxun raised his sleeves made of linen and said with a smile: "No need to be polite. ”

Fei Yan said softly: "What song does the prince want to listen to, what dance do you want to see?" Nowadays, everyone loves to listen to and watch some concubines. ”

Xue Chongxun pondered for a moment, and after thinking about it, he probably didn't want to hear anything, the song of this era, "Sauvignon Blanc", he liked to listen to it, but such a song made non-smoke singing not very suitable, so he gave up. He said, "I will listen to whatever you like." ”

At this time, everyone was not polite, shouting the name of the song they wanted to hear, and they were noisy and waited for Song Gong to come forward to preside before they quieted down.

Fei Yan naturally couldn't take care of it, so she thought of a way to let everyone compose poems, and whoever she thought was good at it would be used as words to sing it. It's a good way to interact with fans and show off her musical talent...... It seems that the non-smoking is very skillful in the technique of mobilizing the atmosphere and chasing among the courtesans in the Qinglou.

There were quite a lot of literati and writers present, and those disciples of the gate lords and officialdom figures, all of whom were not short of food or clothing, naturally knew how to read, read, dance, and write. There is a way that the poor don't lose the pigs, the rich don't lose the books, if you only have money and don't get closer to the scholars, you will probably be treated as a nouveau riche and be despised, on the contrary, a "scholarly family" has a lot of powerful names!

What's more, there are not many literati with real standards in the crowd, and under this kind of feast tonight, maybe one or two poems and songs can be passed down. I think that "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" was also born when inviting celebrities to participate in the feast? "Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. The three rivers and the five lakes are controlled, and the Ouyue is controlled. Wuhua Tianbao, the ruins of the dragon light shooting bull fight; Outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's couch...... "There are not a few people in the world who can recite it, which can be described as catchy and passed down through the ages."

In the carved jade Fuhua Hall, everyone competed for poetry, and the talent was still secondary, most of them wanted to gain the favor of non-smoke and attract her attention.

At this time, Xue Chongxun felt the warm atmosphere, but understood the reasonableness of "Wuling is young and entangled, and a song of red silk is unknown", in this kind of occasion and atmosphere, for the sake of vanity, for the sake of competitiveness, etc., it is not strange to squander.

But no one is fighting for money today, but fighting for talent, which is somewhat elegant.

Soon, the son of the Liu family's song "Luoyang Xing" was recognized by Feiyan, and she improvised and sang while playing, which attracted bursts of cheers.

Xue Chongxun didn't understand the words, as if there were too many rare words and allusions, he said in his heart Lao Tzu was highly educated in his previous life, and he dared to be semi-literate now?

Fortunately, the non-smoking voice is tactful to listen to, and if you don't listen to the words, you can listen to it as a foreign language song. As an amateur music lover, Xue Chongxun is very intoxicated even if he can't understand some verses.

After a song, many people wrote poems again, and rushed to send them to give in to see it, but she said: "It is rumored that the king of Hedong County is both civil and military, and he will not give a poem tonight to let everyone see and see the talent, and he will return to the dynasty one day, and we don't know when we will have the honor to see it." ”

Xue Chongxun hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I belong to the soy sauce maker, just let the scholars write poems, I have a lot of fun listening to it." ”

"Soy sauce ......" Fei Yan suddenly felt funny when he heard this, burst out laughing, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeve. She turned to say: "The prince once wrote "Farewell", although the rhythm and rhyme are out of order, but it is a free and eclectic expression, and the artistic conception is also very high. But the prince wants to excuse himself tonight, is he bored, or is he afraid that the concubine is not qualified to sing your words? ”

Xue Chongxun was speechless for a moment: Lao Tzu can't even understand it, let alone do it! I can copy a few poems, but at the moment, I can't think of the right one to be the right one.

He was embarrassed and hurriedly looked at Wang Changling: "Young uncle, come to a song!" ”

Xue Chongxun was relieved immediately after noticing Wang Changling, hehe, don't look at the young man's thinness, Wang Shaobo will make a song to scare you to death! I'm not very good at it, but I have talent under me.

At this time, Wang Changling hugged his fists and said: "Please forgive the lord, although I love poetry in my spare time, I am not good at feasting, and I should not disturb everyone's mood when I do it, but it is self-defeating, forgive me." ”

Xue Chongxun didn't understand why Wang Changling wanted to resign, he was telling the truth? Or are you deliberately trying to give me the opportunity to be in the limelight?

The people in the hall also gave Xue Chongxun a lot of face, and they all echoed him and asked him to write a poem, and everyone looked at him with expectant eyes. Xue Chongxun was embarrassed: What is the best copy? In the past two years, my mind has not been on poetry and songs, and it is really hard to think about it for a while, and the Tang poems that pop up in my mind are nothing more than "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere", or "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground", but these poems are singing in the current field, which is really wrong.

Xue Chongxun is also a little vain, and he doesn't want to give the world the image of a martial arts warlord, but what makes people depressed is that he looks left and right, except for Wang Changling, his subordinates are all military generals...... Zhang Wulang, Bao Cheng, Li Kuiyong, etc., let them compose poems? It's better to make Li Kuiyong, who has a round head and can't even write the word "four", pretend to be a girl!

At this time, Xue Chongxun looked at Yin Ci, who had the temperament of a Confucian general, and Yin Ci hurriedly said: "Although the last general is literate and reads more books on the art of war, Yu Shifu is really ......."

He looked at Liu An, the household servant, and Liu An also looked over, and the two looked at each other.

Could it be that in the eyes of the world, Lao Tzu is really the tasteless warlord martial artist?

At this moment, Song Gong relieved the siege and said: "The prince has just come from the battlefield, and it is naturally difficult to have leisure before his mind is collected. ”

Bu Feiyan looked a little disappointed, and didn't look at Xue Chongxun anymore, but only saluted Song Gong: "Yes." ”

Song Gong picked up the wine glass, and said something to Xue Chongxun to persuade him to drink...... Xue Chongxun suddenly remembered in his mind: "Will Enter the Wine"! Haha, isn't it quite appropriate?

The slave in the hall was already collecting new poems from the ink writers with a plate, and at this moment, Xue Chongxun said: "Song Gong advises wine, how about I write a few sentences on this topic?" ”

"Hah! The prince finally admired his face and listened attentively. "Song Gong was overjoyed. Although the embarrassment just now covered up the past, it somewhat made the king of Hedong's face dull, if he really wanted to make a poem, whether it was good or bad, just a sycophant meal would make him even happier.

Hearing that Xue Chongxun was going to compose a poem, all the young men in the hall looked sideways, although everyone said good things, but some people wanted to express themselves, but Xue Chongxun stole the limelight, and they were quietly a little unhappy in their hearts, just waiting to see his jokes.

Fei Yan said with a smile: "Please give the prince a poem." ”

It can be seen that she doesn't have much hope, as long as it's a poem, she sings it, and finally gives the prince a face.

Xue Chongxun didn't say much, and after recalling it for a while, he found that he could still memorize it, thanks to the simple and catchy sentences of this poem, otherwise he really couldn't remember it completely.

Seeing that Xue Chongxun was silent, looking meditative, everyone knew that he was brewing love and thinking about the verses, so they gradually quieted down, let's listen.

After recalling, Xue Chongxun raised his head, looked far-reaching, and said loudly: "You don't see you...... The water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, rushed to the sea and never returned. ”

"Good!" Song Gong immediately praised it, "The opening is magnificent, and sure enough, only a mind like the prince can chant such an artistic conception!" ”

Xue Chongxun's expression showed a faint sadness and said, "You don't see you...... Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk! ”

Bu Feiyan's smiling eyes suddenly had no smile at all, and he looked at Xue Chongxun's somewhat dark face in shock, at this moment, with a proper linen robe, as if he was not a county king, as if he was a real poet who was worried about the country and the people!

Xue Chongxun's tone changed suddenly, and he stroked his long sleeves and became chic and graceful, "Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon ......" G