Qin Xianghe, since Daliang entered Chang'an, has been synonymous with the official tricks of the Qinglou of the Teaching Workshop.

At twenty-four o'clock on a bright moonlit night, the sound of oars and lights shadow the Qinxiang River.

This is the place where celebrities and celebrities also linger and sink.

Chen Liu also knew that it was best to use Mr. Liu's words to show his saint at this moment, but the time had not yet come.

Now he needs to catch up with Zhang Chun first.

"I have an appointment with someone. How many more days have you been playing? ”

Zhang Chun stretched his waist to be abolished, and replied casually:

"It's only three days, if I don't run out of money, I can fight for three more days and three nights."

Subsequently, Zhang Chun asked Chen Liu again:

"Have an appointment with people...... It can't really hook up with Oiran. Okay, you kid, when you were drunk in Menglou, you cowered like a quail, and now there are a few at home, and you have come out to eat wild food? ”

Chen Liu was about to defend a few words, but Zhang Chun directly patted him on the shoulder and said:

"It's all men, I know everything. I won't talk to Jiang Yuan about them. Be careful yourself, Oiran is not something a young man like you can handle. I'm back, take some medicine to make up for it, and fight again in the future! ”

Zhang Chun didn't give Chen Liu a chance to speak, and after he finished speaking, he waved his hand and left from the gate of the Teaching Workshop Division with a swagger.

Chen Liu shook his head, but didn't care after all.

He came this time, because he was not afraid of shadows.

What an Oiran, just sit back and don't mess up.

So, Chen Liu took a deep breath and officially stepped into the Teaching Workshop Division.

What catches your eye is not a warbler like a drunken dream building, with her chest and breasts exposed.

All the furnishings here are delicate and elegant, the wooden pavilions are carved with all kinds of flowers, fish, birds and beasts, and the eaves are hanging down with a little pearl and jewel.

The lintels are hung with fine red and orange curtains and satin.

The candles are bright and dazzling, and there are also lanterns depicting talented and beautiful women hanging high.

The hall is equipped with singing and singing girls, and it is also a place for ordinary people to talk and enjoy the beautiful singers and dancers.

Upstairs, there is a private seat, which is a place for people in high positions to play. It is no longer enough to enjoy the singing and dancing in the hall to meet their needs, and finding someone to come in and play solo and enjoy more in-depth service is what they are looking for.

It is often the guests in these elegant seats who have the ability to order more high-end singers and dancers, as well as other services. Correspondingly, only these guests may have the ability to talk with them about poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, instead of just thinking about the clouds and rain in the room.

Chen Liu came in and was asked by the servant who was entertained on the side:

"This son, looking at your face, can you tell me where you are high?"

Chen Liu is wearing a capable ink robe and long shirt today, without the official uniform of Jingzhao Mansion.

When he heard someone asking, he directly gave him the waist card on his body for verification.

The little guy took the waist card, watched it repeatedly, handed it back to Chen Liu, and said:

"It turned out to be an adult from Jingzhao Mansion, disrespectful and disrespectful. Do you need me to introduce you, or do you want to take a look at it yourself? ”

Chen Liu thanked the little guy, and then naturally chose the second choice.

After paying a deposit of ten taels of silver, Chen Liu said goodbye to the little guy.

At the moment, he also felt worthy of being the head of the teaching department, unlike the outside who generally watched people get off the plate, but he didn't despise him because of his identity as a head catcher.

Chen Liu naturally didn't know that the little guy in the previous Jiaofang Division was no different, it was just a group of sons and brothers in the capital who liked to pretend to be ordinary people to experience life for a certain period of time.

After suffering a cold reception, he immediately showed his true colors, and after a while, he learned a lesson, so that these little guys could only worry all day long, and everyone treated each other politely.

After sitting in the hall, listening to the music of the sheng flute, the beauties were dancing, and Chen Liu was also in a very happy mood.

The so-called beautiful and delicious food is not different.

The girls of the Teaching Workshop Division are worthy of being the best of the best, even if they are excellent at playing and singing, they are comparable to the posture of the Oiran from the outside world.

There is not much where there should be, and there is not much where there should be.

The most important thing is that this place is not as noisy as the outside world, and it is not like the drunken dream building that puts the skin and meat business on the bright side.

Although men and women in the world are indispensable for eating sex, it is too boring to stop there.

It's okay to show capital, but if you only know this, how is it different from a tiger and a leopard and a jackal?

is still holding the pipa and half-covering his face, more reserved, and more appetite for those upper-class.

"This son, also for Miss Nange?"

Chen Liu didn't expect that there would be men who would talk to him.

Silently vigilant, Chen Liu nodded.

The man in blue and white clothes on the opposite side, with his head caressing the cloud crown, sat beside Chen Liu unceremoniously, and said with a sigh:

"It's a pity that I probably didn't have this opportunity today. It is said that today, Xiao Jieyuan may also come here, as well as the famous lyricist in the capital! ”

Chen Liu was a little surprised.

This kind of news can't be released by Nange, right?

But at most, she knows that she is the vest of everyone, and it is impossible for her to know that she is Xiao Jieyuan.

Could it be that this sectarian priest does not talk about martial arts and deceives directly?

Chen Liu didn't react much.

He didn't have much resistance to this self-acquainted son, but when talking to strangers, Chen Liu was still not very good at it, and it was good to keep silent.

The cloud-crowned man was not discouraged, but directly stretched out his left hand and introduced himself:

"My name is Ning Wuchen, brother's surname?"

Chen Liu thought about it, and there didn't seem to be any dignitaries surnamed Ning in the capital.

It's just that he didn't hesitate much, shook hands with Ning Wuchen, and replied:

"Chen Liu."

"Brother Chen, do you know which people Miss Nange has received today?"

Chen Liu shook his head, he really didn't know this kind of secret.

Seeing Chen Liu's answer, Ning Wuchen was a little excited, even a little proud, and said:

"Nange Girl's flower boat has been floating on the Qinxiang River for eight years, and it has only received four guests in total. One is a gentleman of the academy, one is a former champion, one is a cavalry general, and the last one is the current prince...... 's uncle, King Huainan. ”

This made Chen Liu a little surprised.

The Oiran of the Teaching Workshop Division should also belong to the Teaching Workshop Division, and no matter how beautiful the country is, it is still a slave.

Even with hunger marketing, this kind of customer reception is really exaggerated.

Although all of them are high-quality existences, the academy gentleman, the academy has explained everything.

Needless to say, only one person in the entire beam won the award every three years.

Xiaocai General, but the military position of the former champion Hou is not insignificant.

As for the King of Huainan, not to mention.

The emperor's relatives won the trust of Emperor Zhaowu.

It's this Ning Wuchen's weird interest, and he dares to pause to make jokes about the prince.

"Then this time there is Xiao Jieyuan's share?"

Ning Wuchen opened the folding fan and replied mysteriously:

"If you follow the past, Xiao Jieyuan did not have this capital because he had not participated in the conference examination and the palace examination, but this time it is said that the belonging of this Spring Festival was determined by poetry and songs. Today's Liang, except for the elusive author of "Water Tune Song Head", it should be difficult for anyone to compete with Xiao Jieyuan. ”

Chen Liu was stunned, no wonder he said so.

After all, with 5,000 years of culture, of course, the Liang scholars can't compete for a moment.

However, it is impossible for Chen Liu to reveal his identity as Xiao Jieyuan.

This vest, even he doesn't know how many people know his true identity.

The supervisor must know, and there may be people who know about the rod, and the prince Li Wan should only know Xiao Yuan and not Chen Liu, and he doesn't know anything else.

"Ning Gongzi doesn't plan to give it a try?"

"I still know I'm in two. If the two of them really came, I would definitely have no hope, but I don't know if those people in the throne can compete. ”

At this moment, the lights in the hall went out, and all the musicians and dancers retreated.

Then a line of light fell in the center of the hall, behind a gauzy curtain, a guzheng was placed, and then a graceful woman sat in front of the guzheng, caressing the qin lightly and playing the music.

This song is melodious and tactful, but also has ups and downs, like mountains and flowing water, falling into the heart.

Every touch between the fingertips and the strings is like looking at your sweetheart across the water, although the face is gone, the sound and artistic conception have been refreshing.

After the song ended, everyone dared to be unsatisfied.

However, the woman behind the curtain has retreated, and only a little girl known by Chen Liu came out from behind the scenes, it was Wanying.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss asked me to ask you, is the song to your liking?"

The crowd in the hall cheered.

Some of the distinguished guests in the private room were rewarded with gold and silver, and some were given pearls and jade, and they were all very satisfied with this song.

Chen Liu only thought it sounded good, and he couldn't say much.

There is only one sentence to say it:

"This song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?"

"Brother Chen can also compose poems?"

"A little bit." - will copy 100 million points.

The dialogue between Ning Wuchen and Chen Liu did not interfere with the progress of the link.

After Wan Ying thanked everyone, she ordered the lights to be turned on again, and then attached a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone to everyone in the hall and private room, announcing the beginning of today's competition.

"Miss hopes that you can make a parting word, and say fireworks and willow lane."

Everyone was a little surprised, and they felt that they didn't know what to do.

The poetry circle of Daliang still thinks that writing fireworks and willow lane is the inferior among the inferior.

Even people with some skills may not be able to accumulate this. Even if you can write one or two poems, you don't necessarily dare to smash your name into the teaching department.

The crowd fell into deep thought.

Chen Liu also got the Four Treasures of the Study, and even saw Wanying smile at herself.

Of course, he didn't need to go to great lengths to conceive poems like Ning Wuchen, and he didn't have any baggage.

The down-and-out scholar had a bumpy relationship and parting with the Qinglou sisters, and he had already told him which one to question.

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

Pick up the pen and put the pen down, all in one go.

When Chen Liu handed in the poems, Ning Wuchen still only forcefully squeezed out half a word.

As for the song "Yulin Bell • Autumn Farewell" was sent to the curtain, it seemed that a slight whimper was heard for a while.