There is no curfew at night in the Wenwu Continent, but it is full of lights and wine, and it is bustling and prosperous. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cui Wen walked quickly through the streets, rushing to the most prosperous place in Dajing Mansion.

Qingfeng Mingyue Building, Qingfeng and Mingyue are famous inside and outside the Dajing Mansion, and how many wealthy disciples have spent a lot of money for it, in vain to try to kiss Fangze.

But the two Oirans made it clear that if that talented man can win the little girl in terms of literary talent, this person will be his first girlfriend.

Song Zong is proud of his outstanding literary talents, and he is the first of the three heroes of Zhu County, and once made a poem out of the county:

The breeze slowly rises to the bright moon, and the promenade is secluded with a gazebo.

The talented woman sighs beautifully, and the boudoir is lonely and hides the red veil.

A poem "Talented Son with Beauty" made the literati in Dezhu County praise and scolded Song Zong for being too crazy, this poem is clearly lamenting that the two Oiran can't find the middle of the girl, and why not mock the lack of literati in the Dajing Mansion?

The breeze slowly rises to the bright moon, and the promenade is secluded with a gazebo.

The breeze blows slowly at night, and the bright moon gradually rises. But only the secluded promenade accompanied by the empty gazebo, it is really lonely.

The talented woman sighs beautifully, and the boudoir is lonely and hides the red veil.

There are many talented people in the world, but they only lament that they are outstanding in their humanities and cannot become their guests. Imagine the silence of the boudoir, half-hidden by the bright red veil.

Not only that, but the name "Talented Son with Beauty" made the literati of Dajing Mansion angry.

Song Zong's name was like this, obviously mocking that no one could match the two Oiran, and of course he himself was not among them.

I have to say that Song Zong is worthy of being from a wealthy family of Hanlin scholars, and his literary brilliance goes without saying. But what he did categorically could not be linked to the literati.

Cui Wen stopped, and when it was time for the unitary, the bright moon and Qingfeng Building were still crowded, and the literati were discussing poetry and songs in groups, thinking about how to impress the two beauties.

Walking into the building, there are all the sighs of talented people, and there are also many literati who make catchy poems.

It gave Cui Wen a different feeling, thinking about walking into the entertainment club in his previous life, noisy music, dirty words, and unsightly transactions...

Cui Wen avoided everyone's gaze and found a corner to avoid. The view here is very wide, not only can you see the lobby and the attic above, but also perfectly hide your position.

Immediately, Cui Wen wanted a pot of wine, ordered a plate of peanuts, and enjoyed a different form of entertainment.

The two Oirans had not yet appeared, and the question of their selection of their ladies was already hanging in the attic.

Question 1: A poem that surpasses the Dafu made by Song Zong.

Question 2: With the two Oirans of the breeze and the bright moon as the theme, as long as you reach the county.

Cui Wen glanced at it, didn't take it too seriously, stared at the door, and waited for Song Zong to appear.

After a while, there was a sudden uproar inside and outside the lobby, and his eyes were also looking at the pavilion on the second floor.

Cui Wen turned his head and saw two graceful figures appear behind the tent veil, and the delicate and beautiful appearance was faintly visible.

Immediately, the woman dressed in white Saixue, like a fairy in the painting, appeared in front of everyone, and her voice was soft: "Talents, today's topic has been released, and the little woman is waiting." ”

This woman is one of the two great Oiran, the breeze.

Cui Wen couldn't help but marvel, there is such a beautiful woman in the world, it is rare. The name of the breeze, the person is as its name, the appearance is delicate and charming, and the voice is light and agile like the wind leaving traces.

On one side, there are two bright moons of Oiran. But no matter what she wears, how she behaves, or what she says, it seems to have nothing to do with Mingyue.

"Sister Qingfeng has been in the boudoir for a long time, and seeing that your youth is fading, you will do your best to share your heartfelt feelings with my sister tonight, otherwise you will not be spared. "Oiran Mingyue is dressed in red, and her personality is also full of brutal nature.

Cui Wen shook his head with a smile and sighed: "It looks like a bright moon with a fresh breeze, but it's better than fried radish with chili peppers." ”

Although Cui Wen's voice was small, the audience could hear it clearly.

"What do you mean?" asked a literati.

Cui Wen didn't pretend to be high, but he just didn't want to attract the attention of the audience, so he couldn't complete the next plan. He didn't answer, and drank a little wine to himself.

At this time, a scribe in his thirties, standing up and saying, "As we all know, turnips are a light thing, and chili peppers are a spicy food, so how can the two go together?"

"What the hell do you mean? "A lot of people can't hold back their curiosity.

I saw that the middle-aged scribe smiled faintly: "That brother Tai is really an interesting person, he means that he is laughing at Mingyue for eating radishes and worrying about it." ”

"Haha, interesting, really interesting!"

"Brother Tai is not very old, but his literary talent is extraordinary. ”

"I can't say that Miss Mingyue is going to complain to this brother tonight. ”

Watching the excitement, they all had the mentality of not thinking it was a big deal, and the words suddenly made Mingyue blushing with anger, and they immediately wanted to find Cui Wen desperately.

"Don't mess around!" Qingfeng gently pulled Mingyue and said softly: "In front of everyone's eyes, you can't help but play princess." ”

As he spoke, Qingfeng couldn't help but look at Cui Wen twice. Although Cui Wen's appearance is not handsome, it has nothing to do with ugliness, it is a small face full of perseverance, but it is also very attractive.

"Sister, aren't you..."Mingyue looked at Cui Wen, then at Qingfeng, and said with a smile: "Although it is not handsome, it is not ugly, and the literary style is also considered to be good, you can consider it." ”

"Okay, if he can make a poem out of the county, I'll let you tell him about my heart tonight. Qingfeng quipped.

"Okay. Mingyue waved her fist angrily: "Hmph, if this is true, I can't ask for it, I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time." ”

Seeing this, Qingfeng just smiled: "Your regular calligraphy, ordinary people can't stand your toss." ”

It is true that Mingyue is one of the two major Oiran, but she is also a third-order scholar, her regular calligraphy is magnificent, and she has reached the initial stage, and the general third-order scholar is really not her opponent.

"Miss Qingfeng, if you are not talented, you will write a poem and see if you can enter your boudoir. Just when Cui Wen was bored, a scribe about twenty years old said loudly.

"Okay, let's appreciate it together. Qingfeng said softly.

"The breeze and the moon are shocking, and the boudoir with the words is heartfelt; ”

There is no rhyme, and there is no neatness of the battle, but the last sentence 'I want to go into the boudoir and sleep in each other' makes everyone think about it, and when I think of sleeping with a fairy woman like Qingfeng, all the literati applauded.

But such undisguised words immediately made Mingyue, a barbaric princess, angry: "What kind of broken poem? Phew! It can't be called a poem at all, it's just immoral, and it's difficult to get into the hall of elegance." ”

The lobby was silent for an instant, and if this unruly princess was unreasonable, they would not have a good life.

And just when the needle fell in the lobby, a wild and uninhibited voice suddenly came: "Erotic sex, but that brother Tai really said our hearts, and I can sleep with Miss Qingfeng in my arms, that is true love." ”

Hearing the voice, Cui Wen's eyes lit up, and Song Zong finally came.

Song Zong is not alone, there are two young men of the same age as him, although there is no entourage to follow, but there must be a master to protect him secretly, Cui Wen did not act rashly, waiting for the opportunity.

"Miss Qingfeng, my poem "Talented Woman with Beauty" has been out of the county, and no one has surpassed it so far, and now I have come all the way, but I can't be depressed. ”

Song Zong's words are convincing, it seems that he is going to complain to Qingfeng tonight.

Qingfeng's face is ugly, and Song Zong's literary style is outstanding, but it is also true that he is stained with flowers and grass. Moreover, he was the son of a bachelor of Hanlin in the current dynasty, and he made a poem out of the county, but he really couldn't find any excuse to refuse.

"Sister, this person has always had a bad reputation, can't you..."Mingyue was also worried.

"What can it be? After all, he made a poem out of the county, and no one has surpassed him so far, and he is the son of a bachelor in the current dynasty, how can he refuse?" Qingfeng had the intention to refuse, but there was no excuse, after all, he had already met her requirements.

Although Mingyue is rude, she is not stupid, and she knows that Song Zong is someone they can't afford to offend. Immediately, his eyes rolled and he said, "Hmph, now that the rules have changed, you can look at the title." ”

Song Zong glanced at the title hanging on the pavilion, and his face became ugly: "You guys are trying to make things difficult!"

"If you don't have any ink on your chest, how can you enter my sister's boudoir?" Mingyue was unreasonable: "Unless you make a poem about Dafu, please ask Song Gongzi to go back to the house and read poetry books again." ”

Hearing this, Song Zong immediately became furious: "Do you believe that I will demolish your Qingfeng Mingyue Tower?"

"Song Gongzi, if you demolish Qingfeng Mingyue Tower, where will you go to find Qingfeng Mingyue?"

"Yes, if the heart is reluctant, but it is also boring. You love me, it tastes wonderful, isn't it?"

Under the persuasion of the two friends, Song Zong's anger gradually subsided: "Okay, Miss Qingfeng let me think about it, I will definitely satisfy you." ”

For a while, the lobby was quiet, only to see Song Zong shaking his head and pacing back and forth.

Cui Wen drank a little wine, and he was not in a hurry.

After a long time, Song Zong's eyes bloomed and he turned into a poem:

The five-foot white gauze jade body is hidden, like snow is better than white snow,

One dragon and two phoenixes at the beginning of the sun, like immortals win immortals,

"You're so arrogant!!" Mingyue immediately became furious.

"Wonderful, wonderful. A scholar who seemed to be highly educated said: "Although there is a filth in the words, the whole poem has a pun, and this is where the poem becomes a mansion." If you can change the filthy words a little, you can't say that you can't make a poem into Mingzhou. ”

Cui Wen also sighed that Song Zong was indeed outstanding in writing, but he was also determined to kill.

Immediately, the scholar continued to analyze: "The five-foot white veil covers the body, but it is faintly visible, as if it is like snow, but it is better than snow.

"A man and two women get along until the sun rises, such a beautiful day, like a fairy but a race over a fairy. But are they doing indecent things to know the rising sun, or are they discussing learning together until the rising sun?"

Different people comprehend different artistic conceptions, just like the generation of Song Zong, naturally doing indecent things and pointing to the rising sun. And those who don't listen to what is going on outside the window and only read the books of the sages and sages naturally discuss until the sun rises because they appreciate each other's talents.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it's a more wonderful thing than being a god!

"Song Gongzi is really good at writing, a poem actually shows a double artistic conception, the little woman is ashamed, tonight can be with the son... What an honor. Qingfeng can no longer find a reason to refuse, Song Zong's literary talent has surpassed her too much, fortunately but also unfortunately.

"Sister..."Mingyue not only held grievances for her sister, but also secretly hated the trap set in Song Zong's poems, and she was really embarrassed.

She couldn't think of a reason to refuse, and then she glanced at it, and found the young man sitting in the corner, looking at his calm face, could it be that he was confident?

Mingyue immediately ran down the pavilion and came straight to Cui Wen, and her voice was so loud that the audience could hear it: "This son, the little woman looks at you with a calm face, could it be that you can make better poems?"