"What a big breath. ”

"It's so rampant. ”

"How many pounds and taels does he have, when we don't know?"

"But the sentence 'the article is natural' just now is very good. ”

"How do you know he wrote that poem?"

"That is, I haven't seen him for more than a month, and he can still go to the sky?"

"Behind this, there may be a master to point out, such as the one who looks very handsome, people really like him so much..."

The scholar stopped in time.

"I may have heard it from the prefectural ordinance. The other scholars continued to discuss.

"Quite possibly. ”

The county order is talented, and the scholars feel that Fang Cai's sentence is nine times out of ten from the hand of the county order.

Xian Yu also didn't think that the poem came from Xie Chang'an, who slept as soon as he read a book.

Moreover, he never missed the opportunity to mock Xie Changan.

"Huh. He said aloud, "Everyone, don't believe it, I think that with Xie Gongzi's poetic talent, it is enough to cover the audience." ”

Everyone quieted down and looked at the bead curtain where Xian Yu was in wonder.

Why did this Xian Yu speak for Xie Changan?

When they fell one and two, the two fought fiercely.

Xian Yu chuckled, "Have you forgotten, Gongzi Xie's sister, how did she stop us in the first place?"

"Oh. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Dare to love Xian Yu is waiting here.

As for the poems of Xie Changan's sister town, they still remember them.

A scholar couldn't help but chant out, "One, two, three, four, five, I'm a tigress." Two-four-six-seven-eight, you are the eighth king. ”

"Haha. The crowd laughed again.

Meng Xiaoxi, as the master, is extremely elegant and tries not to ridicule.

But I couldn't help but raise my glass and take the opportunity to drink to hide my smile.

Without him, this poem is so funny.

"You, you..."

Xie Changan, who lost face, was very angry, but he couldn't argue with it.

He could only turn around and ask Gu Bai for help, "Old Gu, you have to help me earn back this face." ”

It just so happened that Gu Bai also wanted to know what kind of enjoyment Meng Xiaoxi enjoyed singing "Peony Pavilion".

So, he pushed the boat down the river.

"Remember to give me back a hundred taels of silver. ”

Gu Bai lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, and with a big stroke of the pen, another fragment appeared on the paper.

"It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water, and it is a question of idle searching. Self-pity in the boudoir. ”

Xie Chang'an and Li Fuyou looked at it and read it out word by word.

It's not a poem, it's not a word, but it reads very elegantly and rhymed.

The meaning of the remnant sentence is also simple: In order to find you, a couple who is as beautiful as a flower and has been flowing like water, I have searched all this place plainly, but I don't know that you are sad alone in the quiet boudoir.

is flat and straightforward, but the sense of picture is overwhelming.

Li Fuyou and Xie Changan don't know what others think, anyway, for them, this residual sentence seems to be, it should be, probably not bad.

But to build the whole building or something, Xie Changan probably can't reach it.

But it doesn't matter.

He Xie Chang'an has blown more cowhides, as long as he has thick skin, he is not afraid of the cowhide being blown out.

The maid next to her is in the Happy Building, often serving Meng Xiaoxi and the literati, and she has a little appreciation ability.

It's just that she can't judge whether this remnant sentence is good or not.

Because she stayed.

She found that Gu Bai was really good-looking when he was writing poems with a pen.

The eyebrows are full of poetry.

The words are also beautiful, but they are not as good as people.

If it weren't for the remnants of her sanity, she would have thrown herself into his arms by now.

When Gu Bai put the pen on the plate, he smiled at her, which made the maid half of her body crisp.

"You can take it out now and let Miss Meng see it. Xie Changan reminded the maid three or four times.

"Oh, oh. ”

The maid woke up, her face was slightly red, and after one last glance at Gu Bai, she left shyly.

The young girl Huaichun is always a poem, and the immature youth is particularly attractive.

So, Xie Changan asked Gu Bai, "Old Gu, this girl has taken a fancy to you, otherwise, you will take her in?"

"Get out!"

Gu Bai sat down and tasted the wine and food again.

The hook is the answer.

"Our son said that these people are greedy for his body, so he doesn't let these superficial people succeed. ”

When Xie Changan heard this, he was heartbroken.

"You're a terrible thing, and you've wasted this good skin. ”

If this is him, now the grandsons are about to come out.

Outside, the maid was full of peach blossoms, walked to Meng Xiaoxi's side with her head down, and handed her the note.

When the scholar saw the appearance of the maid, he couldn't help but scold: "Xie Changan, that kid, won't tease the maid inside, right?"

It's no wonder that everyone thinks so, who made Xie Changan's lustful name outside.

After receiving the note, Meng Xiaoxi glanced at it first, and his brows immediately furrowed.

It's not poetry, it's like a sentence in a play.

It's not an ordinary joke.

Meng Xiaoxi read it a few more times, only to feel that there was a taste in his mouth, and after carefully figuring out the words, he couldn't help but be even more stupid.

If Gu Bai knew the change in her expression, he would definitely understand her.

In her previous life "Dream of Red Mansions", when Lin Daiyu heard this sentence, her heart was shaken, she was so drunk that she couldn't stand.

Although Meng Xiaoxi is not as sentimental as Lin Daiyu, she has fallen into the dust since she was a child, creating a delicate heart.

Taste the taste of "like a beautiful flower, like a year of flowing water", Shaoguang is in a hurry, and the beautiful family will eventually grow old.

It was a nightmare that she had been woken up from countless times.

Qingqi people, stained with talents, but after all, they still entertain people with sex.

Every time I think that I will grow old one day, the loneliness that I can't get rid of, and the bitter melancholy comes to my heart.

The scholars couldn't help but muttered in their hearts when they saw that Meng Xiaoxi was silent after getting the note.

Xiaoxi girl has an eight-sided exquisite heart, and she has never been rude to treat people and things.

Now he actually frowned.

Is this bad, or bad, or bad?

A book coaxed, "Xiaoxi girl, read it, let's understand Xie Gongzi's masterpiece." ”

"Yes, Gongzi Xie's sister is so talented, Gongzi Xie must be not bad. ”

Everyone poured wine, and they were already ready to use Xie Changan's poetry fragments to accompany the wine.

Meng Xiaoxi came back to his senses and put down the note, "It's better for me to sing it." ”

Her thoughts came to her, and suddenly she had a piece of music with this residual phrase.

The scholars were stunned.

Meng Xiaoxi couldn't wait to pluck the strings.

The music is like water, sometimes with a clean sound, just like a butterfly flying among the flowers.

Then, a melancholy dark voice unconsciously spread in the hearts of the scholars along with the water.

When the scholar was immersed in it, he only heard Meng Xiaoxi sing: "You are like a beautiful flower, like a year......

The song is in harmony with the heart, and the words are in harmony with the context.

Let the scholars who know the goods secretly say a wonderful thing.

Gu Bai sounded very different from what he had heard in his previous life, but it had a different charm.

In just a few sentences, although there were three sighs, the sound of the piano quickly stopped.

Only the aftermath lingers.

Everyone is still unsatisfied.

Xie Changan nodded, "The words are good, the songs are even better, and when they are matched together, they are a match made in heaven." ”

He asked Li Fuyou, "You say, is Miss Xiaoxi interesting to me?" So I am composing the music now, so as not to chant it directly, which is too bland and embarrassing to me." ”

Li Fuyou rolled his eyes, "You're thinking too much." ”

He glanced at Gu Bai, "Maybe it was the maid who told Miss Xiaoxi that there was Gu Bai in the private room." ”

Xie Changan, who was in high spirits, looked away, and glanced back at Gu Bai, "Uncle, I hate you." ”