Chapter Ninety-Two: Poetry
Wang Xian's face was blue and purple for a while.
This is his sore spot, Zhong Xie Yuan, he liked Dong Mingyan at first, and after seeing Jian Yixuan, he never forgot it, even if his parents went to propose, he also resisted, and his mother said that after marrying her, the other girls were not left to themselves. He was amorous by nature and agreed, only to be rejected by a merchant's daughter.
I don't know how to lift.
"Ah, Prince Wang, you hurt the slave family." His hand increased its strength, and the pain made a girl's pretty face distort.
"Hmph, get out." Wang Xian was in a bad mood and pushed her away.
When the girl got the words, she had palpitations, and hurriedly ran away to accompany the guests, and scolded in her heart: If you eat something, you will be angry with us.
Chen Yuan and Yuan Bin found a place to sit down, drink and watch the beauty. A girl came to say hello, but they were all sent away, Yuan Bin simply doesn't like women, since Yuan Bin doesn't want a girl to accompany him to drink, Chen Yuan simply doesn't want it, and he is not that kind of lustful person.
The two of them were drinking and eating food, but they provoked everyone's strange eyes, and they came to paint the boat and didn't play with the girl, but they came to eat, could it be that they had a problem? Other diners can't help but think the same way.
"Two dirt buns." The son next to Wang Xian scolded in a low voice, he didn't know Yuan Bin's identity. Otherwise, he would not dare to give him ten dares. Fortunately, the sound in the painting boat was chaotic, and Yuan Bin didn't hear it, otherwise there would have been bloodshed.
"Mother Cui, when will everyone come out tonight, my son is impatient." Someone shouted.
Before Lao Ou Wu's mother could respond, she heard a clear sound of "knock-", which was crisp and pleasant, like a fairy sound blowing through her ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.
"It's Zhong everyone!" There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers in the painting boat, and many sons sat there in a daze as if they had been immobilized, unable to suppress the excitement on their faces, and muttered, "Everyone, is she finally coming out?" β
Chen Yuan looked funny, this Mother Wu is really good at business, what do you think of everyone, listen to everyone's talk just now, and highly respect this Zhong Xiao, tonight she dresses up, doesn't want silver taels, as long as she is on the poetry book, she can become a guest of the curtain. This marketing, it is difficult for Chunhongfang not to be famous.
The door of a room in the middle of the second floor opened silently, and a beaded curtain hung down. Everyone looked at it, and there was a wonderful figure sitting behind the bead curtain, no one was seen, no sound was heard, just one glance had made the men downstairs crazy.
Mother Wu was in front of Zhong Xiao, smiling and introduced: "Everyone present, you must know Zhong Xiao, she is the Oiran of this boat, thanks to your love, come to the painting boat, today is her day of dressing, as long as you write a poem, you can enter Miss Zhong's eyes, and then pair up, tonight, Zhong Xiao is his." β
As soon as she finished speaking, she burst into fierce screams, some excited, some sighing because of their lack of talent.
"Fujian Li Qi, I've seen you." At this time, two more guests came up on the painting boat, Li Qi and Li Juzheng.
He is gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary appearance, and his handsome face is full of ease. Even Wang Xian, who prides himself on being one of the best, feels that he is compared to the other party.
Men are jealous of him, and women are crazy about him, whether it is his appearance or his reputation as the number one talent in Jiangnan.
Obviously, he can eat with his face, why is he still so talented, Chen Yuan also sighed secretly.
After Li Qi came, Zhong Xiao's eyes lit up, and he said shyly: "Mom, Zhong Xiao is only an artist, and this body is only allowed to be a good person." β
Mother Wu scolded with a smile: "Mom is not all dependent on you? What are you still shy, choose a good person tonight, and you will be rich in the future, but don't forget your mother, what are you doing in a daze, and you won't give you a song. β
When the musicians arrived, the curtain upstairs was slowly opened by the two girls, and Zhong Xiao's delicate face appeared, the more she looked at it, the more beautiful it became, the eyes seemed to be able to speak, and the whole person's temperament was pure and a little charming.
Everyone was amazed, and some were even obsessed. Chen Yuan looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but admire, the girl in front of him was indeed blessed, and Dong Mingyan's appearance was much worse than her. Of course, among the women he has seen, Wu Yuehe is a few points stronger than her, and as for Jian Yixuan, who is known as the first beauty in Nanjing, this Zhong Xiao is a few points worse.
Dingββ
With a sound like a cracked silk, the performance officially began, and Zhong Xiao immediately danced, and his graceful posture was like a shock.
The sound of the guzheng was relatively soothing and melodious at first, but gradually it became more and more urgent, and the pitch continued to increase, as if it were a sudden wind and rain.
As the sound of the guzheng became higher and higher, Zhong Xiao also danced more urgently, the water sleeves flew, and the skirt was raised, revealing the two slender snow-white jade legs under the skirt, and the spring was infinite!
Many men's eyes widened, and the sound of the guzheng climbed up one after another, thinking that it was already unattainable, but the peak protruded again, and I thought it would be high again, but it suddenly fell down and sank into the trough, which made people fascinated.
At the end of the song, Zhong Xiao looked sideways, his hand raised slightly, and his pretty face was full of spring.
The scene was silent for several seconds, and then there was a thunderous cheer, and Chen Yuan also reacted, and realized that the original single instrument also had such a shocking appeal.
Mother Wu smiled: "Zhong Xiao has already performed, ladies and gentlemen, it depends on your performance." β
At this time, several turtles carried the bookcase, and several girls came up with pen, ink, paper and inkstone in their arms. They began to grind the inkstone, and they had the illusion of red sleeves adding fragrance.
Someone said impatiently: "Please ask for a question." β
Zhong Xiao said: "The slave family was born in Jiangnan, and everyone takes this Qin Huai as the theme, how about Yonghuai?" β
All the talented people can be silent, or bow their heads and ponder, or talk and laugh freely.
With it, Wang Xian slapped his head, walked to the front of the case, and wrote with a pen: Over the years, the intestines have been broken, and the dream has been around the Qinhuai Water Tower. In the ten-day rain and wind film, the bright spring scene is like the remnant of autumn.
Translated into the meaning of modern people, it is: for more than a year, the moored Moling painting boat makes people miss, and the Qinhuai water attic makes people dream. The whole land was shrouded in a drizzle and breeze for many days, and the bright spring scenery seemed to me like a sad scene of autumn.
In the golden autumn of October, the painting boat is very suitable for the scene, and everyone praises it.
Zhong Xiaojiao nodded: "Wang Xie Yuan is quick to think, Zhong Xiao admires." Her performance means that he has passed.
Wang Xian glanced at Chen Yuan proudly, and was ashamed to say to other talents, but the smug demeanor was all written on his face.
Chen Yuan touched his nose and looked at what I was doing, I was making soy sauce.
"Kaifeng Zhangzhuo, living in the north, also has a poem, please give advice." Chen Yuan only then found out that Zhang Zhu, a genius in the north, was actually in the crowd, and when he saw him coming out, he glanced at Li Qi's provocation, Li Qi smiled gently, and didn't care.
The ancient rhyme of Lingbo is ten miles of joy, and the wind shakes the painting boat and the rain contains smoke. The night tour is amazing, and the love is sprinkled with Qinhuai never sleeps. After Zhang Ji finished writing, he threw the pen on the table.
The analysis of everyone was also in response to the situation, and there were talented people from the north in it, and they cheered one after another. Zhong Xiao also nodded in agreement with the poem.
Li Juzheng was in a hurry, and hurriedly urged Li Qi to compose poems, how could a talented man in the south be compared to the momentum of a talented man in the north.
Li Qi shook the fan lightly, took two steps, suddenly closed the fan, and wrote with a pen: Jinse is slightly shadowed, and the lanterns are bright and dark and wandering at night. A pool of spring water is rouge, flowing into the dream of the new monarch.
In his poems, there is not a word mentioning Qinhuai, but the artistic conception of the Qinhuai River is described vividly, and the shadows, lanterns, and spring water are all portrayals of the Qinhuai River.
Zhong Xiao glanced at him shyly, and said affectionately: "Master Li's name is like thunder, and the slave family is polite." "I can't hide the spring.
Then, there were a few more talented people who wrote poems, but Li Qi Zhuyu was in front, and the last few were not pleased, only one named Yang Dao and Yang Shaoyou made a poem, although the talent was not good, Zhong Xiao seemed to recognize him, and agreed shyly.
"This is the youngest son of Yang Shiqi, a university scholar." Yuan Bin explained in a low voice.
I see, it seems that Zhong Xiao recognizes him, the son of the first assistant of the cabinet.
"Ouch, Gongzi Chen, why don't you write poems yet?" Chen Yuan and Yuan Bin whispered, and the harsh voice interrupted them, and it was Wang Xian's nasty voice again, and he bit the word Gongzi very hard, taking revenge for the loss just now.
Everyone looked at them in unison, they were raising their glasses and drinking, and they had no choice but to put it down.
Your uncle, you can be shot while lying down, is it guilty to be low-key? Chen Yuan was very helpless.