What you can't get is beautiful; What you can't see is beautiful.

With the veil, it stirs the curiosity of the world, and produces hazy beauty in curiosity; But everything is too late, and once it crosses the line, it will have a negative effect. The veil will eventually be removed, just as the beautiful Oiran will be plucked after all, everything is just a matter of waiting for the price, and if the price is right, or if the chips are enough, it is not a problem.

At this time, Xuan'er slowly took off the veil on her face, not overwhelming the country and the city, not stunning, just soft, light, and warm.

Xuan'er walked lightly, slowly stepped forward, like a water lotus, out of the beautiful painting, beautiful and refined, at a glance you can feel the thick ink, that faint freshness. Those bright eyes are clear and charming, there is no seductive beauty, some are wise, as if they are the embodiment of wisdom, between a smile and a smile, between a step, there is a charming demeanor.

Suddenly, Zhao Pu had an unreal feeling, this woman was too charming, like a good poem, a famous painting, and a book, carrying too much charm and beauty.

However, when his eyes came to him and gave him a gift, Zhao Pu had a real feeling that she was just a woman, a beautiful woman.

"Slave, meet King Jingwu!" Xuan'er bent her knees slightly, she knew that this prince was the protagonist of today's banquet.

"King Jingwu?" Zhao Pu smiled. Yes, this trip to Hedong also made a big oolong, because of the inconvenience of information transmission, coupled with the death of the seed master, the emperor's brother also thought that he was dead, and the dead man was naturally treated well, and he was posthumously named King Jingwu. It wasn't until he appeared that this oolong was eliminated.

And the biggest benefit of this oolong is to make his name well-known in Hedong, Hebei, Henan and other places.

In the past, who knew that Zhao Pu, the king of Yi, was that character?

After all, in the Great Song Dynasty, once the king is crowned, it means that it is idle and not used, or the matter is coming. The prince has a very high grade, but he has no real power, and in the end he can only be raised like a pig. Until, Zhao Pu's sudden appearance.

For the first time, in front of the palace gate, the generous words and passionate emotions made the scholar remember this prince;

The second time, he generously went to the country, regarded death as if he were at home, sent an envoy to the Jin army camp, and was not afraid of threats, so that the people of Bianliang remembered this prince;

The third time, that is, this oolong incident, led to the name of King Jingwu, which is known to the world.

"Excuse me!"

Xuan'er opened her mouth and said, "I don't know what song the prince wants to listen to, what dance he wants to watch?" Nowadays, the popular slave family will be! “

Zhao Pu thought for a long time, and finally shook his head a little dazed, "I'm used to listening to popular songs, let's change some ancient songs!" ”

"It's not as good as "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night"?"

"It's good!"

Xuan'er sang and danced at the same time, and the pianist on the side played the piano, and suddenly a beautiful picture came to mind, wonderful, and Zhao Pu also sighed again and again, not bad, not bad. This Xuan'er's woman really has the ability, if she comes to the next generation, she will definitely be a singer and a queen of dances.

It's just that Zhao Pu felt a little pity in his heart, this place didn't belong to her, she should have been a good wife and mother.

After the song, Xuan'er said: "Slave family, there is a shortage of some good words in the slave family this year, adults, why don't you reward a good word?" ”

Wang Anzhong asked: "I don't know what type of topic is used?" ”

"The title is arbitrary, make a poem, and the name of the word card is not limited!"

With this proposal, the atmosphere of the officials present immediately became lively, and they actively wrote lyrics, one for you and one for me, and began to compose. It's hard to make a word for the ages, but it's easy to make a word that makes a beautiful woman smile. Besides, in this world, how can there be so many famous terms, and if you are lucky, it would be good to make one or two songs.

Lyrics are not a competition for literary talents, not a competition for winning or losing, but just the pursuit of entertainment.

The Great Song Dynasty had a developed economy, and there was no shortage of food and clothing, so it was natural to read more, dance and write constantly, and it was almost an instinct to compose poems and lyrics. From the emperor's concubine to the peddler's pawn, they will fill in the words to show elegance. After all, the pursuit of being an official and making a fortune will most be despised as vulgar; And if the bookbag is close together, it will be elegant.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

Articles, poems, etc., can rarely distinguish between superior and inferior, often the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise. The same poem, some people think it's good, some people scold the street, and some can't understand it, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it's just that they have different visions.

Listen to Yunxuan, it is a flower building, and fighting rich here will only be vulgar, and if you want to fight, you will have to fight. As for who does a good job, it is naturally up to this Oiran lady to decide.

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The warm atmosphere made Zhao Pu suddenly feel like he was back in Bianliang, and he was also one of them at that time, competing for the favor of Oiran and competing with others for poetry. As written in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing": Wuling teenagers are entangled in their heads, and they don't know how to count the red silk. “

It is important to be able to win the blue eyes of the Oiran lady, but if it can attract the guests who enter the curtain, it is even more beautiful. However, what really attracts people is the vanity of young people, and what others can't get, I finally got it.

And in Bianliang, he also defeated opponents one by one many times, and finally entered the boudoir of the Oiran lady, became a guest of the scene, and enjoyed himself. In the end, he hugged the beauty, and three Oiran became his concubines, but when he thought of the face of the royal family, of course he couldn't take them to the house, but he kept them outside, as an outer room.

I just don't know, they're okay now!

Zhao Pu was in a trance, the Jin army went south, completely breaking the rhythm of his life, first busy running, then entering the Jin camp, and then leading the troops to the battle, busy and messy, there was no time at all, scruples about these.

Life is like this, if you go too slowly, you are easily overwhelmed by the wheels; Walking too fast, and it is easy to forget things.

"Lord Wang, it's your turn!"

"It's my turn!" At this time, Zhao Pu came back to his senses.

"Rumored, Lord Wang, both civil and military, it's better to fill in a poem, let the big guy, see and see the literature!"

"Poetry is practice makes perfect, if you don't do it for a day, you will be born by hand; If you don't do it for two days, your heart will be born; If you don't do it for three days, the level drops; If you don't do it for four days, Jiang Lang is exhausted; If you don't do it for ten days, you will forget it completely; If you don't do it for a month, you don't know everyone. Since February to the Jin army as a hostage, in April returned to Bianliang, in May to go to Hedong; All the way to the march, all the way, to November now. A year's time, no time, no mood, composing poems and lyrics, I have long forgotten a clean and clean one, and I will never return to Bianliang! Zhao Pu's words were full of vicissitudes.

"I want to move, I want to make it, but I don't have any ideas!"

It's been almost a year since I came to this world, and this year, how can I have time to pick up girls, write poems and lyrics, and please girls, all thinking about how to leave Bianliang, the land of right and wrong, how to train and strengthen the army, how to save my life in troubled times, and how to mobilize all levels to resist gold.

Anyway, I think a lot, and I don't have time to think about these idle sore things.

At this moment, the general judge on the side relieved the siege and said: "Lord Wang, I have been busy with the military recently, and it is difficult to have leisure, so let's watch the masterpieces of the princes!" ”

Xuan'er nodded, didn't look at Zhao Pu, just said, "Yes!" ”

Xuan'er's disdainful eyes turned into fuss when they fell in Zhao Pu's eyes, didn't Lao Tzu just not make a good song? actually despised Lao Tzu like this.

"I originally planned not to do it, but I was indignant in my heart, and I was unhappy not to do it, please identify it!"

Saying that, Zhao Pu didn't look at this Oiran either, poured a glass of wine by himself, drank it, stood up, and shouted: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”