"The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and they can go home as if they were Qingming. ”

Heaven fulfills people's wishes. Dinner went on to the tea part, and the spring rain was pouring outside the window.

Although some of the poems thrown out in front of them were really like their second- and third-level evaluations, Bo Ruilan, who was dressed in a moon-white evening dress, looked faint, and even the personal maid Yu Nu'er next to her frowned.

But when the spring rain drifted past the window, the female tea doctor in Qingyue Building divided the pot and smelled the fragrance with her hands. Yan Kuan looked at the rain by the railing, his long body was jade, his white clothes fluttering, and he slowly chanted this poem with a pure baritone.

Yu Nu'er's mouth opened wide in surprise. Bo Ruilan was finally moved. She straightened up her waist and looked at Yan Kuan, her starry eyes twinkling.

A song of seven words is chanted, and the aftermath is miao. The girl who divides the tea even overflows the tea soup.

Bo Ruilan stretched out her hands that were as white as jade, applauded gently, and sighed: "Good poem!" 'Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight', fresh and timeless, and the feelings were lingering. What a wonderful word! Yan Gongzi's poems will surely be passed down for centuries. ”

Yan Kuan straightened the crown belt in a chic manner, smiled slightly, but laughed wildly in his heart: "How about it?

I saw Bo Ruilan Yingying stand up and walk to Yan Kuan's body with a gentle lotus step.

"Brother Kuan~~"

"Ruilan~~"

The talented and beautiful women hugged each other gently, and Bo Ruilan raised her head and offered her fragrant lips.

The two kissed deeply, walked into the conservatory, and the spring night was short.

Well, all of the above is an illusion.

Bo Ruilan didn't say much, but shyly gave Yan Kuan a white silk handkerchief embroidered with a small orchid in her hand.

Yan Kuan was overjoyed. In the ancient rites of the nobility, a handkerchief indicates that Bo Ruilan has included Yankuan in the consideration of her husband. In other words, Yan Kuan is now Bo Ruilan's official boyfriend.

Bo Ruilan left with the maid, but Yan Kuan held a handkerchief, smelled the warm fragrance, and wanted to sing loudly.

Xian Yu, who was dressed in a blue shirt, quietly appeared, bowed deeply and said, "Congratulations to the young master, you got what you wanted." ”

Yan Kuan was overjoyed: "Mr. Xian has worked hard. Although there is no real ecstasy, it is not far from getting what you want. ”

Xian Yu secretly despised it in his heart. For Yan Kuan, Bo Ruilan is just a fierce horse that wants to conquer, but in Xian Yu's heart, it is the link to power.

Yan Kuan only paid attention to Bo Ruilan's appearance, and he didn't see the benefits of the Bo family's marriage, which can be described as short-sighted.

But I like it.

Xian Yu bowed again: "After tonight, Yan Gongzi's talent will be popular in Luoyang, and naturally there will be countless beauties in his arms. I'm afraid that the woman of the Lin family will also bow down under the demeanor of the son and recommend herself to the pillow. ”

Yan Kuan laughed: "Well said, if I can hug left and right and enjoy the blessings of all people, Mr. Xian should make the first contribution." ”

After a pause, Yan Kuan said unsatisfactorily: "I wonder if Mr. Xian can get another masterpiece of the same level?" As long as there are two more songs, no, one song, I can make the second daughter of Bo Lin unable to escape from my Five Finger Mountain." ”

Xian Yu shook his head and said: "Childe, such a masterpiece in the world, it is already a great luck to be able to get one by chance." Everything is too much. Fortunately, the future is bright, and Childe only needs to be cautious and continue to work hard, and he will soon be satisfied. ”

"Oh, yes? Okay. ”

A delicate and ornate caravan moves slowly on a rainy night.

The maid Yu Nu'er easily woke up from her confused state, shook her head and said:

"Miss, this poem is amazing. Is this really written by Yan Kuan?"

Bo Ruilan smiled coldly:

"How can this kind of quatrain come from the hands of the gentlemen. Yan Kuan is just a silver-like pewter spear head, where can he have such talents? I guess I bought it with money in the Bowen Guild, right?"

Yu Nu'er was surprised: "Fake? Then Miss, you still gave him a handkerchief? You don't really want to marry Yan Kuan, a playboy, right?"

Bo Ruilan sighed faintly: "Slave, you have always grown up with me. Don't you know that our Bo family is full of flowers on the surface, but in fact it is like a termite-eaten beam, and the inside is already rotten?"

"I, the daughter of a thin family, will have to marry sooner or later and fill in the gaps in the family that can never be filled. ”

"The Yan family is a huge fortune that started with salt and iron, and these pits are a drop in the bucket for them, and they are also a good choice. ”

Yu Nu'er's eyes turned red and said, "It's just that I wronged Miss." ”

Bo Ruilan said with a strong smile: "What is there to be wronged about? This is a wide statement, at least the appearance is good, the surface is bright, and the reputation is also good." As soon as this poem came out, it became even more famous. In addition, marrying our Bo family, money and power complement each other. His position as the next patriarch is secure. ”

What's more, Yan Kuan is lustful and incompetent, and he is an embroidered pillow, but it is easy to control. I know that he is still pursuing Lin Yuan, who is a side branch of the Lin family, behind my back, and his methods are very inferior. The future is just a handle. ”

Yu Nu'er sighed: "No matter what, wherever Miss goes, Nu'er will go." That's right, miss. Will Yan Kuan have trouble buying this poem? When the real author makes a fuss, isn't it ugly?"

Bo Ruilan looked at her cardamom-coated slender hand and said in a low voice:

"What's the trouble? It's not been a year and a half since the Bowen Guild existed. For these ghostwriters, there is naturally a set of control methods. These scholars are useless, what tricks can they make?"

"There were people who jumped out to talk nonsense, and there were also people in the early years. ”

"And now?"

"Now their bones have been reduced to ashes. ”

Yu Nu'er shuddered: "It's terrible." But this poem is so good, how can the author be willing to sell it? ”

Bo Ruilan smiled slightly: "Although you are a girl, you have been clothed and fed since you were a child, how do you know the misery of these code people?"

"Wuthering Heights" waited 40 years after Emily's death to become known to the world, Dickens codewords, who wrote "Orphans of the Fog", died of sudden heart failure after 30 years, and Lu Yao, the author of "Ordinary World", died of poverty at the age of 42;

"As for those who write poems, Li He, who 'Huatai wants to resign in late spring, and the flowers fall to dance back to the wind', died of illness at the age of 27, and even the poet immortal Li Hei was poor in his later years. ”

"When you are trapped in life, no amount of precious poetry is like a meal. ”

Yu Nu'er hugged her arm: "Miss, you said it's so terrible, these poems are so worthless?"

Bo Ruilan said with a smile: "If you want to say that it is valuable, there is really such a person in 'Luoyang Paper Expensive' recently." It's a pity that we are not all the way, and we don't have much chance to meet. ”

The contagious power of a masterpiece of poetry is terrifying. Overnight, the streets and alleys of Luoyang City were spread all over the "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight".

Countless people applauded, and countless young girls were in the spring.

Yan Kuan, the eldest son of the Yan family, suddenly became the most shining new star in Luoyang with the fame of a gentleman and a talented man, and his reputation for kindness and erudition.

On the streets and alleys, they are all talking about the eldest son of Yan and this unstoppable song "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain all night"

Even the elders of the Yan family, who practiced behind closed doors, heard rumors about this poem. Surprised, there were actually three or five elders who expressed their kindness to Yan Kuan through various channels.

Yan Kuan felt like the sun in the past two days, constantly emitting light and heat, attracting countless girls to pounce on him like moths to fire.

But Yan Kuan was surprised to find that he held back and did not cheat. At this moment, Yan Kuan felt that he had really become a gentleman.

When Yan Kuan and Bo Ruilan walked into the business school side by side, there was a sensation in the college.

Bo Ruilan ranked second among the top ten school flowers, second only to Luo Qiuyun, the number one beauty known for her mystery.

Relying on the identity of the daughter of the Bo family of the noble family, although the suitors are like carp crossing the river, it is rare to see Bo Ruilan pretend to be a color to anyone.

Openly acting with Yan Kuan today, it is obvious that Yan Kuan has established the status of Bo Ruilan's official boyfriend.

Suddenly, the campus resounded with the jingle of the hearts of boys and girls falling to the ground.

"O my goddess!"

"My idol!"

"My dream girl!"

"My big bag of fresh meat!"

"Why? Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night, what did he listen to?"

For one day, Yan Kuan and Bo Ruilan listened to classes at the same table, ate at the same table, and chatted with each other with a low smile from time to time. made a group of single dogs angry and rushed to the heavenly spirits: "Don't be when we don't exist, the resentment of single dogs can burn the entire plane!"

When it was time for the literature self-study class in the evening, someone finally couldn't help but jump out.