In the noisy Warm Incense Pavilion, the yellow glow of the lanterns hanging high, and below, well-dressed people sit around the stage to enjoy the exquisite performances of the geisha on stage. In the ancient melody of pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info small drums are ringing, and the little girls in the green building are stepping on the drums, running in front of the stage and behind the scenes. A woman in white stood behind the curtain with a guqin in her arms, her face was full of worry, and soon, it would be her turn to play.

Qin Ge prepared a song in advance, which was written by a son for himself two years ago, and the level of poetry is not high, and in this kind of competition full of masters, it is definitely not a wise move to choose a somewhat outdated song to sing. But she really didn't have any poems that she could get her hands on, after all, it had been a long time since she had a guest at the door.

The figure of a little girl flashed in her mind, Yun'er...... Where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?

"Don't be modest, this is a good opportunity to make a name for yourself, the poems you wrote will be hung up for people to enjoy, maybe this maid's young lady will be happy for a while and invite you into the boudoir...... Hehe, talented and beautiful, it's also a good story, hahaha! The shopkeeper Dong had already stuffed the pen into Wu Zheng's hand, and said with a smile while personally studying ink for him.

Wu Zheng looked at the pen in his hand, raised his eyes to look at him, showed a harmless smile on his face, and said: "Since everyone is so generous, if Wu still refuses, it will be a little uninteresting...... Well, it's ugly! He dipped the tip of his pen in ink and hung it over the rice paper.

"Well, Mr. Pei, have you heard of this person...... Writing poetry is very powerful...... His name is ......" Wu Zheng whispered a name to Pei Xinyuan on the side, Pei Xinyuan thought about it and shook his head.

The corners of Wu Zheng's mouth pulled up an arc, and then he lowered his wrist to the pen, and the sound of brushing sounded on the paper, and the shopkeeper Dong on the side read out the poems written by Wu Zheng with a mocking smile, but only read one sentence, and his face changed suddenly.

He is also a person who reads poetry and books, and the quality of the poems can be seen at a glance, and the things written by this young man at this time have an impeccable sense of perfection, which is a masterpiece of the ages!

"Queqiao Immortal, Xianyun is clever."

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark...... "The shopkeeper Dong stopped reading this, he looked at the leaders of the same strange business houses opposite, Pei Xinyuan continued to read out the words and sentences behind.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world."

Kang Qian opened his eyes and sat up straight, this kind of eternal sentence is not something that can be heard at any time, not to mention that he was fortunate enough to witness the whole process of the birth of the noun, which was enough to make him feel great honor.

Liu Min is proficient in Dahua culture, and she also has a deep study of poetry, Pei Xinyuan read the last sentence, and she also read it in her heart, with a deep intoxication in her eyes. When Wu Zheng finished writing the first part, Liu Min sighed slightly, and his heart was full of warmth, this is about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl......

Yun'er didn't understand poetry, but when she saw that everyone looked solemn at the poems written by Wu Zheng on rice paper, she guessed in her heart that what he wrote should be usable, but she didn't have time to find someone else to write it.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge."

Ning Zhen pinched the wine glass and gurgled, he had rarely heard this kind of superb poetry, if it was written by someone else, he would definitely praise it from the bottom of his heart, but it was from the hand of the young man opposite. It seems that the idea of humiliating him today is completely frustrated, and there seems to be a silent ridicule in the faint sense, which is a feeling of being slapped in the face instead of being beaten.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." Pei Xinyuan let out a sigh of relief and praised: "Okay, ......"

Everyone present did not speak, and seemed to be still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and could not extricate themselves. Wu Zheng put aside the rice paper full of words, and the tip of the pen walked around in the ink again, and when he picked up the pen, it seemed that he wanted to write another article.

Everyone was immediately stunned, and the little maid hurriedly said: "Childe doesn't need to write anymore, one article is enough...... Wu Zheng smiled and said, "This article is given away for free...... Belch...... I'll give it to you. ”

Yun'er was suddenly flattered, how could a lowly maid like her be qualified to ask someone to write poems for herself? She blushed and shook her head, "Childe...... Childe, slave maid...... The slave can't stand it......" Wu Zheng ignored her, and wrote the second poem under the gaze of everyone.

"The whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, and I am sober." Pei Xinyuan continued to read.

This poem is written...... It's so arrogant! Someone frowned, Liu Min's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at the young man who was writing, and the young man's figure suddenly became tall in her eyes, which was as majestic as a mountain.

After the last sentence was written, Wu Zheng laughed and threw the pen, threw his sleeves out of the private room, and walked away. Pei Xinyuan arched his hand to everyone, pulled Liu Min, whose gaze was still on the paper, and left with Wu Zheng.

A group of people suddenly hula and gathered around, looking at the rice paper, and someone read it softly.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person!" There was silence in the room, and no one spoke.

Yun'er looked left and right, carefully took the two pieces of rice paper away from everyone's face, and then ran downstairs as if she were fleeing.

Kang Qian memorized the two poems written by Wu Zheng in his heart, and then bowed his hand to everyone, and left the private room with his own people without saying a word, he felt that they were too stupid to offend a person like Wu Zheng.

Boss Zhou stared at Kang Qian's distant back, snorted, and said, "Old fox! Shopkeeper Dong said to Ning Zhen: "Ning Gongzi, look at what Wu Zheng means, they won't accept our conditions, what should we do next?" Ning Zhen picked up the pen that Wu Zheng had used just now, wrote a word on the paper, and said coldly: "He has no way to live!" ”

On the yellowish rice paper, the word "absolute" reveals the meaning of slaughter.

At the same moment, Qin Ge slowly walked onto the stage with the qin in his arms. She placed the guqin on the small table prepared in advance, and there was a buzzing discussion from the audience.

"Isn't this a piano song? She's finally willing to come out and meet people......"

"I heard that Zhang Yanei asked her by name, and now that she has come to this point, she is to blame. I want to be the top brand in the past, but unfortunately it's outdated now. ”

"Is she going to sing lyrics? Who else dares to write poetry for her? I think it's probably the stuff that used to press the bottom of the box, and she sang it to us with that kind of outdated poetry, I really don't know what she thinks! ”

Although the discussion in the audience was not loud, it still reached Qin Ge's ears, she sighed, and her jade fingers opened and stroked the strings. There's no way, Yun'er hasn't come back yet, most likely because she didn't ask for poetry, so she came back to see herself without a face. I can only use that song, and thinking of this, she evoked a note.

"Miss! Miss! A little maid rushed onto the stage under the surprised gaze of everyone, stuffed two pieces of rice paper to Qin Ge, and then hurriedly snatched one of them back, and carefully folded it away.

"Miss, use this word, that one is called ...... Wu or something's son wrote it for you! Yun'er gestured with her hands, and her face was flushed that had not yet receded.

Qin Ge looked down at the rice paper, recited a few words silently, and his face changed slightly. She looked up, her eyes full of surprise.

"What are you doing? Still singing? Someone in the audience shouted impatiently, Qin Ge watched Yun'er walk off the stage, she closed her eyes and found a tune suitable for the song, and then it was as clear as splashing jade, and the sound of the piano flowing down from the stage like a dragon's chant.

"It's not bad to play this piano, and you can catch up with Sister Sisi after another ten or eight years of practice." In the window on the third floor, Hu Xiaoqian pouted. Li Sisi smiled casually, and then heard the singing of the qin song, her expression suddenly became focused, and Hu Xiaoqian on the side suddenly widened her eyes.

"The clouds are tricky, the flying stars spread hatred, and the darkness of the silver man is ......"