Crisp Moon Zhai, Water Pavilion.

Jiang Mian and Lu Shounian sat together and drank.

Lu Shounian's good-looking Danfeng eyes lit up, and his mouth chattered, and Jiang Mian was annoyed.

Only occasionally replied to a few sentences, as a modern person in his previous life, Jiang Mian didn't say much, but from Lu Shounian's point of view, it was a pearl and to the point.

"Brother Jiang, I can't catch up with me." Lu Shounian sighed heartily.

After an in-depth exchange between the two, he admired Jiang Mian and threw himself to the ground.

"In the future, I will definitely ask Brother Jiang for advice."

"Well said." After Jiang Mian drank a few glasses of wine, he naturally talked a little more, and he was extremely skilled with Lu Shounian.

"Alas, I came here to see this Qinyue girl, who knew that this famous flower had not seen visitors in recent days."

A guest sat on the sidelines sighing and drinking.

"Who said it wasn't, it is said that this Qinyue girl was hooked by a talented man named Jiang Mian."

Another guest put down his glass.

"Who is Jiang Mian?" A middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume spoke, looking at the dress should be a wealthy businessman in Lin'an City.

A Confucian student in a green shirt dressed as a scholar immediately spoke: "The floating incense surrounds the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the pond." ”

"I am often afraid that the autumn wind is early, and I don't know it."

"This five words that have been in the limelight recently came from this person's mouth."

"Good poetry, good poetry!" The middle-aged man exclaimed.

"I don't know who Jiang Mian is, this kind of poetry is indeed a blessing in my Great Zhou literary world."

"Humph! What a great talent, compared with my son-in-law, is the difference between fireflies and Haoyue. ”

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, it was a young man in black, and he saw that he was dressed as an entourage.

Sitting next to him should be his master, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and a standard noble son's demeanor.

The scholar's face was immediately displeased, and he rolled up his wide sleeves. The wealthy businessman next to him hurriedly grabbed the scholar, the literati of the Great Zhou Dynasty have always been arrogant, and their eyes are above the top.

finally came out and was recognized by everyone, this little guy is really blind.

"This brother, why be angry, everyone is here to listen to music and compose music."

Jiang Mian spoke out to dissuade him, and he had a new view of the Confucian scholars in this world.

Confucianism pushed the Tao by force thousands of years ago, and thousands of years later, these scholars are still hot-tempered.

The young man in black handed a manuscript to the servant on the side: "My son-in-law heard that Oiran is uniquely talented, and asked to see it." ”

The little guy naturally knew that his Oiran liked poetry, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he pulled his legs out of the water pavilion.

Some guests saw that this little guy was so big, so they intentionally or unintentionally made clichés, but as a result, the little guy turned around, looked arrogant, and stopped talking.

And his son-in-law didn't mean to open his mouth from beginning to end, only drinking silently on the side.

"It's really pretending."

Lu Shounian snorted wine and spit out two words.

Jiang Mian smiled faintly: "It's normal for people from the Great Family to be a little arrogant. ”

In a moment, Qin Yue came.

Oiran was dressed in silk tulle today, revealing a swan-like slender snow-white neck.

Qingli's cheeks are painted with delicate light makeup, bright and clear are intertwined, and the beauty is incomprehensible.

Her smart eyes swept over every guest present, and the hearts of everyone who teased them were itching.

The Oiran lady's eyes finally stayed on Jiang Mian, revealing a touch of joy.

At this time, everyone's eyes looked at the son, and secretly guessed in their hearts who this person was, and really led to the Oiran in a poem? Isn't that also a great talent?

When Childe saw the Oiran coming, he finally showed a smile: "Under Li Jing, I have heard the girl's name, and I came to see you." ”

Qin Yue smiled softly and said softly, "Let Li Gongzi wait for a long time." ”

When Lu Shounian heard this, he showed a sly smile from an old thief.

The others listened to it, and their complexions recovered a lot. This Li Jing is the personal biography of the Confucian of Shangyang Academy, and he has made great achievements in poetry, so it is not surprising that he can be favored by Oiran.

After the Oiran lady and everyone saw the salute, she plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano was different from the silence of that night, but there was a faint and mournful atmosphere, tactful and lingering, cutting constantly, and the reason was chaotic.

Although Jiang Mian didn't understand the rhythm of music, he could guess eight points, and he suddenly felt a big head.

After the song, Oiran retired under several reluctant gazes.

"It's worth it."

The rich merchant spoke.

"Qinyue girl's piano and poetry are unique, and she really deserves her reputation." The scholar nodded: "It's a pity that I haven't seen Brother Jiang, it's really rare." ”

"That Jiang Mian only chanted a poem and disappeared from the world, I think this person is just a fame and reputation fisherman, and he has no real talent to learn." The black-clothed entourage couldn't help but speak.

"If he is really talented and learned, how can he get such a big reputation and disappear, I think there is a ghost."

"Jiang Gongzi is high-spirited and bright, and he doesn't want to be famous." The scholar obviously admired Jiang Mian very much.

"I don't think I dare to show up."

The crowd was silent, and even the scholar couldn't refute it. Jiang Mian did disappear after chanting a poem, and it is rumored that this person has mixed reviews.

Every reader will not give up the opportunity to leave a name in history, but this Jiang Mian can't even see the figure.

At this moment, a maid walked over quickly and faced Jiang Mian: "My lady invites Jiang Gongzi into the house for a while." ”

"Entering the house?"

The eyes of the audience suddenly widened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

The scholar reacted the fastest, stood up suddenly, looked shocked, and trembled a little when he spoke: "Your Excellency...... But what ...... Jiang Mian.... Jiang Gongzi? ”

Jiang Mian got up and arched his hand, and was about to follow the maid out of the Water Pavilion.

At this time, there was a sudden angry voice behind him: "Wait! ”

Li Jing couldn't sit still anymore, he introduced a poem to the Oiran lady to meet, how did he end up making a wedding dress for someone else.

"You're that Jiang Mian?"

"Exactly down there." Jiang Mian turned around with a smile.

"Obviously, I handed over the poem first, and Miss Qinyue also came out to meet her, why is it him." Li Jing's face twitched, and he didn't have the arrogance of being a suitable talent.

"My lady said that Li Gongzi's poems are good, but they are still a little worse than Jiang Gongzi." The maid's clear voice undoubtedly stabbed Li Jing in his heart.

"I'm not convinced!" Li Jing gritted his teeth: "I want to compete with you in public." ”

Jiang Mian sighed secretly in his heart, there was no way, he was put on the spot by the dead girl.

Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.

This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times.

A poem fell, and the hall was full of silence.

The eternal quatrain of the poet is sonorous, subtle and tactful, and the aftersound is lingering.

Jiang Mian laughed silently and strode away.

Li Jing stood in place, his eyes blank, he was convinced.

The scholar is still reminiscing about the charm of this poem, and he feels more and more that the implication is endless.

"Brother, don't buy poetry." Lu Shounian leaned into the scholar's ear.

"That Jiang Gongzi was a good friend with me just now, and my poems were not inferior to him."

"Give you a friendship price, twenty taels!"