readx;? Mochizuki Tower is located on the most prosperous street in the capital, and it is also the first choice for the gathering of literati and scholars in the capital, and the people who come are also literary and elegant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info because there is a rule before entering the Moon Tower, that is, to compose a poem, the shopkeeper's question, the customer randomly composes a poem, and the shopkeeper can only enter with the approval of the shopkeeper, if you can't make a poem or the poem you do can't be recognized, then you can't enter.

No one has privileges here, whether it is the prince or the common man. And there is also a privilege, that is, the poems written by the guests who came that day were selected as the first customers, and all the consumption was free, so there were still relatively many customers here, not for the free food but for the poems to be recognized.

Make a good poem, and you will be able to win the world.

Almost everyone knows, but Yin Xinrou doesn't know, and Xu Haochen and Lin Chongyun don't know that Yin Xinrou is the Su Gongzi in their mouth.

When Xu Haochen arrived, Lin Chongyun also arrived, so the two of them each wrote a poem, Xu Gongzi's poem was naturally good, and there was no unexpected approval of the shopkeeper, not only that, but the shopkeeper picked out the poem alone. Although Lin Chongyun is not as erudite as the first son, he is also beautiful and harmonious, and the two were invited into the private room that had been booked upstairs, waiting for their friends.

As soon as Yin Xinrou came, she saw a few young men who looked like scholars gathered at the door, and when she stepped forward, she found that a young man with a fairly good appearance was stopped at the door by Xiao Er, and several people around him couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Childe, our shopkeeper welcomes Childe next time. "This Moon Tower's refusal is subtle, but Yin Xinrou doesn't know, so seeing the dejected appearance of the scholars, there are some dreams but I don't think much about it. Gracefully and calmly stepped forward, and before he could step into the room, he was stopped by Xiao Er, pointing to a pot of chrysanthemums on the table next to him.

"Girl, please write a poem about this pot of chrysanthemums on the table. ”

Yin Xinrou noticed that there was indeed a pot of chrysanthemums on the table at the door, which was very gorgeous.

"...... "Write poems?" Yin Xinrou looked at the dejected man and had an epiphany.

The eyebrows furrowed into a black line.

Isn't it just a meal? It's so troublesome to eat?

Looking at the woman's blank expression, the shopkeeper reminded again: "Girl, please make a poem, everyone who comes must do it." ”

Yin Xinrou had to retract the foot that had already stepped in, and walked a few steps out, feeling depressed in her heart, and secretly blaming herself for not asking clearly earlier. He looked back at the maid behind him, and his tone was a little indifferent, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The maid lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "Everyone in the capital knows it. "It's just that miss, are you amnesia?

In the capital, such banquets are not unusual, and everyone knows about them. For example, the flower-viewing banquet must be a poem with a flower as the theme, and the tea party and cocktail party must be a poem with the theme of tea and wine, and the poem must be composed when you come to the Moon Tower.

Yin Xinrou knows very well that she has a few pounds and taels, and she really doesn't know anything about such an elegant and difficult thing as writing poetry.

"Who opened this Moon Tower, set such a messy rule, do you want someone to have a good meal?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know." "I was extremely depressed, what the young lady didn't know, how could she know as a maid.

Yin Xinrou's face was a little ugly, "Can you change places?"

Although her calligraphy can barely be seen, she really doesn't know how to write, and it seems that she didn't learn much about poems about chrysanthemums when she was studying before.

The maid buried her head lower: "If you change places, everyone will know that you can't compose poetry, Miss." ”

Yin Xinrou is not afraid of being known that she can't compose poetry, and no one stipulates that she must be able to do so.

Looking at the three big characters of Mochizuki Tower, Yin Xinrou felt out of place here for the first time, and what she had learned in her previous life was useless.

Sighing lightly, he walked slowly to the door, secretly depressed in his heart, and could only pray that Xu Haochen could come to the rescue.

Xiao Er didn't squint, led Yin Xinrou to the table where the chrysanthemums were placed, and after explaining the rules neatly, he unfolded a piece of paper and handed her the pen.

Yin Xinrou took the pen and put it on the inkstone, Xiao Er was puzzled, looking at the beautiful and elegant woman in front of him, he was a little confused, so why did he come to offer ugliness if he couldn't write a poem?

Yin Xinrou ignored his contempt, and said in a light tone: "Has Master Xu arrived?"

Xiao Er was a little surprised, and there seemed to be no one else who could be called the eldest son except for the first son's own owner.

"Master Xu, he's already here, in the private room on the second floor?"

Eh, Yin Xinrou's face was full of black lines, and she asked with a hint of expectation: "What about Lin Chongyun Lin Gongzi?"

"He came with Master Xu. Xiao Er was a little incredulous.

"......" Yin Xinrou was embarrassed, it seems that this last glimmer of hope has also been disappointed, so she can only bite the bullet.

"Can you just go in as long as you make a poem?"

"After our shopkeeper has seen it, he will be sure. Xiao Er smiled, and he was more patient with beautiful and good-tempered women.

Yin Xinrou picked up the pen on the table again, and when she saw the poems left by the son just now, her brows furrowed even tighter.

"I think it's unfair for your shopkeeper to come up with such a rule, there is no fixed pattern for this poem, everyone has their own mind, and there is no standard to evaluate at all. Yin Xinrou can't understand the basis of the ancients' poetry and poetry commentary. Just like a woman giving birth to a child, only she knows best whether it hurts or not, and the sensitivity and ability to suffer from pain are different from person to person, and the same is true for writing poetry, it doesn't matter whether it is good or not.

For a modern person, let alone making an elegant and chic poem, even speaking elegantly is a test, and it seems that this level is not easy to pass, at least in her opinion, the poem of the son just now is still very good.

Xiao Er's face twitched when he said a word, and he said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Miss, our requirements are not high, as long as it is not too bad, we can get by." "After all, they also have to do business, and generally people who have studied some books can do it, but it is difficult to get the first.

Yin Xinrou pointed to the poem on the table: "What about this?"

Xiao Er sneered, "This, this is a poem written by someone else, and it was seen through by our shopkeeper." ”

Well, let's write it obediently.

Yin Xinrou quickly searched for the poems she knew about chrysanthemums in her previous life, to be honest, she was not interested in ancient poems, so she didn't know much, so she racked her brains and didn't think of a poem that could support the scene.

More and more people came, and they didn't even write poems, waiting to see this beautiful woman make a fool of themselves.

For a long time, Xiao Er thought that she would definitely not be able to make poetry today, and was about to open her mouth to refuse politely. But when I saw the woman slowly lifting the pen, Juanxiu's font jumped on the paper, and she almost didn't pause to finish writing a poem in one breath, which was a bit chic and graceful, and everyone who watched it was amazed.

Yin Xinrou turned around elegantly and smiled slightly, signaling Xiao Er to step forward. Xiao Er didn't expect her to really make the poem, so she picked it up with an embarrassed smile and looked at it for a while.

"Flowers do not bloom and a hundred flowers follow, independent autumn atmosphere is self-fragrant; it is better to die with the branches than to dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind. Good poetry, really good poetry. "There were sharp-eyed people in the crowd who saw the poems in the little second hand at a glance.

Yin Xinrou turned around, a son who looked like a handsome man nodded in admiration, and the people around him also echoed.

Yin Xinrou finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and smiled at the man who spoke, it seems that this level has passed, and there should be no ugliness today.

She even forgot who the author of this poem was, and even she didn't remember a sentence in front of the whole poem very clearly, or added it herself to make up the number, she didn't have much hope, but she didn't want to be said to be a good poem, but after thinking about it, it shouldn't be bad to be able to circulate for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Since the second sentence was added by myself, is this considered original?

Hehe, whatever, no one knows anyway.

"Miss, please wait a moment, and I'll take it to our shopkeeper for a look." ”

Yin Xinrou nodded.

During this period, someone came to Yin Xinrou for advice, but she refused with a haughty attitude. She can't come up with a decent poem, if she describes peonies, she can squeeze out two, but forget the rest.

After a while, Xiao Er came back, respectfully welcomed Yin Xinrou in, and when he heard that the person Yin Xinrou was looking for was the first son, he showed a surprised expression, it turned out to be a friend of the first son, and let out a soft sigh.

It's no wonder that the eldest prince would make such a poem. But I can't help but wonder when this eldest prince intersected with a woman, doubts are doubts, and the customers outside the door are still waiting for him, so he turned around and walked out of the door after explaining the room Yin Xinrou was going to.

Yin Xinrou calmly walked up to the second floor and came to the private room where Xu Haochen was.

The moment the door of the private room opened, the two big men opened their mouths in shock, and they looked at it for a while before they reacted. The noble, elegant, gentle and graceful girl in green in front of her is seven points similar to the funny and free young man I saw a few days ago, and it is clearly the same person.

Yin Xinrou came with a faint smile on her face. In the past few days, she has been thinking about whether to continue to be a man or to intersect with the eldest prince with her true face, and after thinking about it, she still thinks it is better to see people with her true face.

"The two eldest brothers have been waiting for a long time. ”

Lin Chongyun reacted first, smiled at the woman in front of him, and said in a gentle tone: "Not long after I came, I didn't expect that Su Gongzi was actually a young and beautiful woman, it was really shocking, I should call you Miss Su now." ”

Yin Xinrou was a little uncomfortable, "Let Brother Lin laugh, in fact, my surname is Su, my surname is Yin, just Xinrou." ”

Xu Haochen pulled out the chair beside him and motioned for Yin Xinrou to sit over, Yin Xinrou didn't twist, and walked over generously, "The two eldest brothers won't blame me, right?"

"No, it's an honor to be friends with beautiful women. Lin Chongguang had a rare sense of humor, and the atmosphere became more relaxed and lively.

Xu Haochen's gaze kept falling on Yin Xinrou's body, and a strange feeling came to his heart, he has always been the kind that he doesn't hate women but won't get close, but the woman in front of him makes him feel very comfortable and wants to get closer......

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