Fuyao Mountain, because of the sentence "why don't Dapeng take advantage of the wind and soar up to 90,000 miles" is named, and it is also for this reason that Fuyao Mountain has become the place where the annual poetry meeting is held in the desolate area. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xue Wenjin was smiling, his expression was relaxed, he didn't have the idea of looking at the rice paper Xu Wan took out at all, what kind of poems could a gentleman who didn't learn or know how to write?

Qiu Daoming took the rice paper, and what caught his eye was the bold and bold font of Tang Feng, but the calligraphy that entered the room made him have a good impression of that desolate world.

"Huh, this is ......"

After Qiu Daoming finished reading, he couldn't help frowning, followed by Zhong Qingshen and Tan Kangxin, who all frowned after reading.

Seeing this, Xue Wenjin smiled slightly, looking like he had expected it, and said with a smile: "Xu Wan, I have already said that those indecent words written by His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, it is better not to take them out and embarrass people." ”

Xu Wan glanced at Xue Wenjin, still with a cold face, looked at Qiu Daoming, and asked:

"What do the three adults think?"

Xue Wenjin shook his head with a sneer, and was about to open his mouth to denounce, but he heard Qiu Daoming ask with a complicated expression:

"This poem is really written by His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Xu Wan smiled: "Naturally, it was made by the prince." ”

Tan Kangxin, who finally had a bad feeling for Tang Feng, read the poem again, his face turned red, and sighed: "It seems that His Royal Highness the Prince has been in Taoguang all these years, and I am ashamed of such a word." ”

Xue Wenjin was a little confused, could it be that Tang Feng's poem was written very well? How is this possible!

"Wenjin, you...... Let's see. Qiu Daoming noticed Xue Wenjin, who had an ugly face, and handed him the piece of rice paper.

"Who remembers in late autumn...... When the southern goose returned, it was even more lonely. ”

Xue Wenjin didn't believe in evil, but from the first one, after the last word of the Dao, his hands were trembling all the time, and in the end, he almost even fell to the ground with rice paper.

If his poem is a masterpiece of brilliant writing, then this poem by Tang Feng is a famous piece with profound heritage.

"How is this possible? Impossible, this is definitely not written by Tang Feng, Xu Wan, you say, did you write this poem, and then deliberately wrote Tang Feng's name?" Xue Wenjin's face turned pale, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

Xu Wan didn't speak, but Qiu Daoming couldn't listen to it, and shouted in a deep voice: "Wen Jin, you are so groundless and suspicious of others, you have the style of a gentleman!"

Tan Kangxin also sighed: "As soon as this word comes out, Chongyang poetry may be unsurpassed, and from now on, the rest of Chongyang's words will be wasted." ”

Hearing Tan Kangxin's praise for Tang Feng, Xue Wenjin directly spit out a mouthful of blood, and repeated in despair: "Impossible, this impossible ......"

"It seems that the Wen Kui of the Fuyao Poetry Club this time is about to fall on the head of His Royal Highness the Prince. Zhong Qingshen said with a smile.

"It's just that this Wen Kui is not in Fuyao Mountain, but it is still the first time. Qiu Daoming felt weird and smiled complicatedly.

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I'll go back to the house and bring the prince, I believe that His Royal Highness the prince will get better faster when he hears the news of Wen Kui. Xu Wan smiled faintly, but there was a sense of pride in her heart, as if Tang Feng was his man.

"Phew, Xu Wan, what do you want?" Thinking of the charming thoughts she had just now, Xu Wan couldn't help but blush, withdrew from the center of the poetry club, and ran towards the Lianghuang Palace.

Wen Kui finalized, Wen Kui's masterpiece also passed to the hands of the participants, and many talented people were ashamed of themselves after reading this "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days", and their impression of Tang Feng had a 180-degree turn, and they only felt that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World must be ruined.

The famous prostitute singer who was invited to play the silk and bamboo orchestra also got this poem, and quickly arranged and sang it according to the word card, which was pleasant to the ear.

"I didn't expect that the words can be sung so well. ”

Under a stage, Tang Feng felt very novel, this kind of song was something he had never heard before, the ancient rhyme was melodious, and it was very flavorful to listen to.

"Little eyebrows, small eyebrows ......"

At the end of the song, before Tang Feng had time to reminisce, he was interrupted by the surging voice like a tide, and the moment he opened his eyes, he lost his mind instantly.

On the stage, a woman stood holding the piano, dressed in white, her smile and smile were intoxicating, and the whole person did not have a little fireworks.

"Well, this should be the most famous Oiran in Desolate City-Ning Xiaomei. By searching for memories, Tang Feng knew the identity of this woman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaomei has already played today, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't play again, but the work of Wenkui just now is so good, Xiaomei hopes to go on stage and sing for you once. ”

Ning Xiaomei smiled gently, causing a group of literati in the audience to cheer, although the song "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days" has been sung many times, but Ning Xiaomei's version, this is the first time.

"Is this a good word?"

Tang Feng muttered in a low voice, in his previous life, he majored in Chinese language and literature, and he had a lot of contact with ancient poetry, but although this "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty was exquisite, it was not the best one. The reason why he wrote this article was only because it was the most in line with his state of mind.

"This son, are you just here? This is a masterpiece of Wen Kui, do you say it?" someone heard Tang Feng's muttering, frowned and said.

On the stage, Ning Xiaomei also heard Tang Feng's muttering, and her eyebrows frowned, she liked this poem very much, loved the house and Wu, and even had a little admiration for that Wenkui, at this time, when she heard someone questioning the excellence of this word, she was immediately dissatisfied:

"Although Xiaomei is just a dusty woman, she is also full of poetry books, this "Picking Mulberries and Nine Days" is the best Chongyang word that Xiaomei has seen so far, this son, if you have any doubts about this, can you write a better one?"

Tang Feng looked at Ning Xiaomei, who was puffed up and puffed up, and he couldn't justify it in his heart, he just arched his hand, which was regarded as an apology, and then closed his eyes and waited to hear how Ning Xiaomei's version was different.

Seeing that Tang Feng was interesting, Ning Xiaomei did not continue to pursue it, but just gave Tang Feng in the audience a label with no ink on his chest, and began to sing.

The eyes of other literati looking at Tang Feng were also full of disdain, an illiterate person who couldn't even tell the difference between good and bad poetry, and he was embarrassed to participate in the Fuyao Poetry Club, I really don't know what to say.

As Ning Xiaomei sang the last syllable, there was another thunderous applause in the audience, and many people were cheering loudly.

The corners of Tang Feng's mouth were slightly upturned, and he secretly said that this Ning Xiaomei is really unique, not only is he beautiful, but his singing skills are also top-notch, and he can't find fault.

"Ning Huakui's singing voice is really impeccable. ”

At that moment, a slightly drunken voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Xue Wenjin.

At this moment, Xue Wenjin, who had lost his position as Wenkui, was in a very bad mood, and was a little intoxicated by the action of many liquors, and staggered over slightly.

"Xiaomei, I've seen Xue Gongzi. ”

Ning Xiaomei on the stage saluted Xue Wenjin Shi Ran.

Xue Wenjin nodded, his face was not very good-looking, and said:

"Ning Huakui, can you sing a different tune, no matter how good the song is, I'm tired of listening to too many tunes, not to mention ...... The first word is not so good. ”

"There are several excellent tunes in Shuntian Capital during this time, so Ning Huakui will sing these songs. ”

Hearing Xue Wenjin's last sentence, Ning Xiaomei and the audience both frowned, but as soon as Xue Wenjin said the next sentence, they were all silent.

Indeed, the poetry and articles of Suncheon Capital have always been the best.

A cool breeze blew, Tang Feng sneezed again, frowned, and just saw Xue Wenjin!

"General Xue, Xiaomei is very partial to this song, can you just sing this song?"

On stage, Ning Xiaomei smiled faintly, not knowing Xue Wenjin's hatred for this song, thinking that he could rely on Xue Wenjin's request with his fame.

Xue Wenjin was already angry, and he was drunk again, and when he saw someone daring to contradict him at this moment, he couldn't help but be angry, and said:

"Ning Huakui, you like this song "Picking Mulberries" so much, Wen Jin is naturally not good at being strong, but ......"

"I don't know if Ning Huakui can go to Wenjin's Mansion to talk about it after singing "Picking Mulberries", and sing the rest of the tunes for Wenjin alone. ”

As he spoke, Xue Wenjin stretched out a hand and wrapped it around Ning Xiaomei's waist.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience was anxious, but they were helpless, for Xue Wenjin, they couldn't afford to provoke 10,000.

"Ahh ”

Suddenly, a loud sneeze sounded, and then, a man in white flew onto the stage and forced Xue Wenjin back with one palm, like an immortal descending from the sky.

Tang Feng rubbed his nose, looked at Xue Wenjin, who had already woken up a little bit, and said something that no one understood.

"It turns out that it's you, the turtle son, who is scolding me behind my back. ”