At this time, the Yingge Yan Dance in the hall suddenly stopped, followed by the scholarly atmosphere, all kinds of poems, recited by a bewitching woman, vaguely, Li Zicheng also heard himself "borrowed" Grandpa Mao's words, "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha".

"In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the orange island is headed. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely ......"

Sang by a woman, between the desire to raise and frustrate, there is a different taste, Li Zicheng listened to it a little fascinated, followed the prestige, only to see a twenty-eight-year-old woman singing this song "Qinyuan Spring, Changsha", about seventeen or eighteen, looks very pure, graceful and moving, especially a voice.

When the words returned, the sound stopped abruptly, the aftermath was still lingering, and after a short silence, there was thunderous applause.

"Jianxiu, who is this woman?"

Tian Jianxiu was also in a state of intoxication, and when he heard Li Zicheng's inquiry, he paused for a moment, and then shook his head again and again: "Boss, I have always been with you, fighting everywhere, how can my subordinates know this woman from Jinling City?" ”

"Uh~ I'm confused, how did I forget this stubble?" Li Zicheng laughed at himself, and then turned his gaze to the person in charge of the Nanjing intelligence system on the side.

"Boss, this person's name is Liu Ruyi, self-proclaimed shadow pity, used to be a woman in the Qinglou, and later became the concubine of the scholar of Zhou who was over the age of sixtieth, after the death of the scholar of Zhou, he returned to his old profession, and often talked with these literati about the current situation, and sang poems. Aside from his identity, he has Li Qingzhao in the current world, and he has the mind of worrying about the country and the people. ”

"Oh... It turned out to be her~" A flash of realization flashed in Li Zicheng's mind, remembering the little girl in the Qinglou he met when he first came to Jinling City, and said softly: "I thought she was the number one here, no different from those women, exclusively for the enjoyment of literati and scholars." ”

"Yes, boss, don't look at Liu Ru is living in the South Building, a place of wind and snow, she is extremely high-minded, and her requirements for choosing a son-in-law are higher.

Li Zicheng nodded lightly, did not continue to ask, suddenly became interested, and shouted: "Pen and ink waiting!" ”

After the words fell, when everyone in the box was stunned, Li Zicheng secretly silently said: "It's strange, Grandpa Mao is sorry, I can only 'borrow' your old man's words again." ”

In a hurry, Li Zicheng wrote straight, splashed ink on a piece of rice paper, and wrote it like a... It was ugly, which made several people around star, a little speechless, and there was an urge to eat and laugh, but I still held back.

Soon, everyone in the box was stunned, their expressions stiffened, Tian Jianxiu opened his mouth wide, his face began to glow red, and he exclaimed faintly excitedly: "Good words!" Good words! It's bold enough, I can see that my heart is surging, and my blood is boiling! ”

But in just a few minutes, Li Zicheng "created" a poem, and as the last stroke fell, he wrote the word Li Sheng, Li Zicheng's hidden name, and then folded it up, handed it to the person in charge, and explained: "Go, give it to Miss Liu." ”

"Uh-huh, okay, boss, I'll go!" The person in charge didn't seem to have come to his senses yet, immersed in the artistic conception of the words, and his answer was so stumbling.

"Boss, if those literati in the base area see this poem, they will admire you even more, and they will be more convinced, so they have to cheer."

Tian Jianxiu was a little flustered excitedly, as if she was overly excited, and even flattered: "Boss, if Miss Liu sees that you have written this poem, she will definitely be overjoyed, and she will secretly promise, you look at the song "Qinyuan Spring Changsha" she just recited, how attentive, at first glance, she has a good impression of you, and her feelings have long been secretly born. ”

At this moment, Li Zicheng is definitely thick-skinned to the peak, no one can compare with him, plagiarizing the poems of great men, without a little weak-heartedness, he is still so open-minded, he looks like a matter of course, his face is not red and he is not panting and enjoys the compliments of his subordinates.

Soon, a song "Qinyuan Spring Snow" echoed in the hall, instantly calming the field and alarming everyone.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. ”

"It must be a sunny day, look at the red dress, which is extremely enchanting. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

After the song fell, the hall was silent, everyone was holding their breath, falling into a state of intoxication, the artistic conception and charm in the aftertaste, as well as the majestic mind, exuding the taste of pointing the country.

Only one hundred and fourteen words, with mountains and rivers as a foreshadowing, to prepare for the expression of ambition, although there is humility to the emperors of the ages, but the tone is more like contempt, but also Genghis Khan said that he only knows how to ride a horse and shoot arrows, and the kind of anger of the lyricist to swallow mountains and rivers is fully revealed.

At this moment, almost all the literati and artists in the south building only had the artistic conception in the words in their eyes, but they ignored the wrongness.

"Miss Liu, she is really a good writer, far better than many hot-blooded boys, it is really admirable and convincing!"

"Such a good word, why didn't the girl take it out earlier? Listening to such good words is simply a pleasure to satisfy our ears and eyes! ”

"It's really a good word for the ages, the swan song of ancient and modern times, whether it is momentum or artistic conception, it is slightly better than Yue Wangye's "Man Jianghong", it is really a good word to encourage me to be a good man!"

......

Obviously, the literati and artists in the hall misunderstood and mistook "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" for Liu Ruyi's writing.

Hearing these words, Liu Ru suddenly became anxious, as if she was explaining something, but the voice of a weak woman was too small, and she was drowned out by the compliments like a tide.

Looking at this scene, Li Zicheng smiled, very happy, as if everyone's praise of Liu Ruye was praising himself, and his heart was happy.

At this moment, a loud cry suddenly remembered out of place, echoed through the hall, and drowned out all the sounds.

"What a good word? That's just a song of rebellion, and you can't rebel! ”

In an instant, the south building was quiet all of a sudden, and it became a deathly silence, as the sound of the explosion came from the box opposite Li Zicheng, and then several big men walked out, majestic, and a person in gorgeous clothes finally walked out.

"You are so bold, can't you see such counterwords? Do you dare to go along with each other, and you can't be tired of it? When the official arrives, who will see that this poem is a good word? ”

The man in fancy clothes stood by the railing of the aisle on the second floor with a shy stomach, and glanced at those literati and ink writers with an arrogant expression.

"Who is this man?" Li Zicheng lowered his head slightly, and asked the person in charge beside him in a low voice.

"Boss, the specific identity of this person is unknown, but I heard that he secretly went to Jiangnan to choose a concubine for the emperor. Looking at its posture, it should be in love with Miss Liu. ”

"Wouldn't it? Didn't you just say that? This Liu girl, who once married an old man as a concubine, can still enter the palace as a concubine? Tian Jianxiu interjected, his face full of doubt.

"See Xiu, what's so strange about this? Looking at this person's pig appearance, he obviously fell in love with Liu Ruyi, and wanted to use the topic to play and take it into his pocket. Who would dare to stop such a rebellious hat? Who dares to speak for it? ”

It seemed to be verifying Li Zicheng's words, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man in fancy clothes waving his hand and shouting: "Come on, arrest this demon girl for me, this official should interrogate him carefully, who was instructed to write such rebellious poems?" ”

Obviously, almost everyone knows the Chinese suit, and they are very jealous, and they don't even dare to put a "fart".