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The old bustard sneered: "Xiao Langjun, please." "See what you can write about.

All the colleagues looked at Cheng Mo with blank eyes, and Zhang Qing said nervously: "Fifth brother, you must write good poems." ”

Just now he bragged about supporting his brother's façade, but now when it was time to see the real chapter, he had no bottom in his heart. I've known each other for so long, and I've never seen Cheng Mo take a brush or not.

Zhu Sange also said: "Wulang, if it doesn't work, let's go to another house?" ”

If you can't write it, you will lose the adult, and in less than a day, Yu Linwei will become a joke in the capital.

Cheng Mo smiled slightly, his handsome face was even more charming, and said calmly: "Brothers, don't worry, I will definitely ask Gu Pan'er to play and sing for the brothers." ”

The old bustard has been in the wind field for a long time, and her heart has long been like an iron stone, and she will not be easily shaken, but Cheng Mo only smiled slightly, but she felt dazzling, and her heart was shaken. Seeing that Cheng Mo was so confident, she pouted and said, "Nonsense." ”

Cheng Mo lifted his robe, behaved chicly, sat on the seat, and thought to himself, fortunately, he has practiced calligraphy hard these days, otherwise he can't even write, wouldn't it be a shame.

After practicing calligraphy for several months, he can barely put together a word, and it is impossible to say that it looks good.

Seeing him put down the pen, the old bustard pouted again, and all his colleagues sighed. Talents are not something that anyone can be, they must be talented, and they have been endorsing early since they were three or five years old. There has never been a genius who writes badly.

Zhu Sange deeply regretted proposing to come to Songzhu Pavilion, Zhang Qing regretted letting Cheng Mo write poems, and Wukong racked his brains to think about how to round the field later.

When everyone had their own thoughts, Cheng Mo had already written, put down the pen, and said, "Write two sentences first, and then continue to write when you see Gu Pan'er." ”

The old bustard's chin was raised high, and he didn't look at Cheng Mo, as if he had written something unsightly, and only signaled to ****: "Read it and listen to it." ”

With an expression of eating a fly, he stepped forward to take the bamboo slips. Zhang Qing was angry, pushed the **** away, and said, "Get out." Don't get our good poems dirty. I'll read it. Holding the bamboo slip, he glanced at it, his eyes immediately lit up, and he exclaimed: "What a good poem!" Come and see. ”

Do you know what good poetry is? Belly slander, flashed aside.

All colleagues gathered around, and someone read aloud: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian." Sure enough, it's a good poem! ”

Although there are only two sentences of Liao Liao, the artistic conception is extraordinary. Why does the beautiful Se have so many strings? Because one string and one pillar are tied with too many memories and too many hearts.

The old bustard's round body trembled suddenly, and he looked at Cheng Mo in disbelief.

Zhang Qing raised the bamboo slip in his hand, and said triumphantly: "Hurry up and let your Gu Pan'er come out and play a song for the brothers, sing well, my fifth brother will write two more sentences." Otherwise, my fifth brother went to the Flower Pavilion to continue writing, and immediately let Linglong's limelight overshadow Gu Pan'er. ”

There is often a good poem that praises a famous prostitute, otherwise why would a famous prostitute love a talented man alone, and he would be willing to post it? Here's why.

Such a good poem, how can the bustard let it go? She quickly changed her smiling face, twisted her fat waist, hurriedly came to Cheng Mo, bowed deeply, and said flatteringly: "The concubine has no eyes and no beads, and if she is rude, please don't be surprised by Xiao Langjun." Xiao Langjun, please wait a moment, the concubine will go and ask Pan'er to come over. ”

Cheng Mo let out a soft "um", full of talent.

The old bustard went in a hurry. All his colleagues surrounded Cheng Mo with a "coax", and said gossipingly: "Wulang, I can't see it, you are still a master of writing poetry." ”

Cheng Mo couldn't say that he copied Li Shangyin, and said, "Now you are relieved, right?" ”

"Rest assured, absolutely assured." Colleagues said. Zhu Sange hated again: "This Gu Pan'er is hateful, every time I come, I always talk about poetry, and I have never been able to see her." It's okay now, with Gorou here, see if I don't humiliate her. ”

It's not that you want to write poetry, but those who can write poetry are here, and see what else you have to say.

The colleagues who had wanted to see Gu Paner pushed away by the bustard all nodded and said, "If you don't humiliate her, it's not enough to wash away the humiliation of being rejected." ”

While talking, the rings are clanging, and the fragrant wind hits people. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, looked sideways, and were stunned with just one glance.

I saw a twenty-eight beauty like a fairy, pure and dusty, not stained with a trace of fireworks in the world. She moved lightly and walked over, and everywhere she went, all her colleagues turned sideways to get out of the way. Whoever she passed by, who did not dare to breathe, for fear that the turbidity would desecrate her.

Cheng Mo only glanced at it, then picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip. It turned out that this Oiran took the pure route.

Under the guidance of the old bustard, Gu Pan'er came to Cheng Mo, bowed deeply, lightly opened her lips, and said, "I've seen Lang Jun." ”

Seeing the two crooked poems on the bamboo slips, her heart was shaken, and she thought about Hua Nian with one string and one column, isn't it a portrayal of her evening scene? Is he saying that these prostitutes, no matter how beautiful they are when they are young, they can only rely on recalling the scenery of their youth to survive the bleak years in their later years?

Cheng Mo got up and returned the salute and said, "Are you Gu Pan'er?" ”

I hated to humiliate others just now, and at this moment, the saliva flowed onto the placket of my clothes and the unconscious Third Brother Zhu glanced at Cheng Mo fiercely, and I don't need to say, except for Gu Pan'er, who has such a beauty?

"The slave is Gu Pan'er." Gu Pan'er glanced up and was deeply shocked by Cheng Mo's appearance. She has sold herself to the Songzhu Pavilion since she was a child, and she has seen many happy customers, but she has never seen such a handsome man.

Junlang is nothing, but under this handsome appearance, there is a heart that sympathizes with her, and there is a belly full of talent, so it's different.

"Please allow slaves to play a song for Lang Jun." Gu Pan'er said, and bowed deeply.

All her colleagues were very excited, and the so-called idea of humiliating her had been thrown into the country of Guawa since she appeared. At this moment, they are sitting on the ground casually like good babies, pricking up their ears, ready to listen to music.

The old bustard smiled and said, "Can Xiao Langjun write all the poems so that Pan'er can play and sing?" ”

I wish the third brother to poke Cheng Mo: "Write quickly." ”

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes, looking at the third brother Zhu like this, if he said that he didn't write, the old fist would come down.

Soon, a song "Jin Se" was written. Gu Pan'er tuned the strings and sang: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian." Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Before the song ended, tears rolled down.

The colleagues listened in fascination.

Her voice is soft, and at the end of the song, the aftermath lingers. Cheng Mo closed his eyes slightly and listened to this song. I didn't expect ancient poems to be sung like this, or, is this the original way ancient poems are sung? When Cheng Mo looked at Gu Pan'er, when he saw her bowing her head and wiping away her tears, she couldn't help but feel a little hidden, it was not easy to mix in the happy scene.