The longer the poem, the more difficult it is to navigate.

From ancient times to the present, there are countless beautiful and beautiful poems, but there are not many good long poems.

Qu Yuan's "Lisao", Yuefu's poem "Peacock Flying Southeast", Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" and "Long Hate Song", in addition to several long poems by Li Bai and Luo Binwang, and so on.

Counting from top to bottom, there will never be more than fifty good long poems.

Long poems are difficult, few people write them, and even fewer write them well.

And at this moment, in Jixian Restaurant, Calamus Yajian, Zhao Zongquan and his son were holding their breath, staring at the feat that happened in front of their eyes in amazement.

"Five sentences."

"Ten sentences."

"Twenty sentences."

"Fifty sentences!"

"Eighty sentences!"

"A hundred! And that's not all! ”

"One hundred and twenty sentences...... one hundred and thirty sentences, one hundred and thirty-one sentences, one hundred and thirty-two sentences!"

When Wei Chen put down his pen, Zhao Zongquan's father and son, who had been whispering the number for him, also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the final poem, shocked.

A hundred and thirty-two sentences!

not only surpassed the eighty-eight sentences of "Pipa Xing", but also broke the record of one hundred and twenty sentences of "Song of Long Hatred" in one fell swoop.

Moreover, it is still played on the spot, written in one go, and this difficulty is simply higher than the sky!

At least in the impression of Zhao Zongquan's father and son, looking at the thousands of literati and scholars in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, there is no second person who can reproduce such a feat.

Of course, this "Yongjun Porcelain" is an impromptu work after all, and it is extremely long.

However, with a little polishing afterwards, this long poem will inevitably be more complete.

In the past, I only heard how good Wei Chen's literary style was, but the experience was not so real, but today I saw Wei Chenlu with such a hand, and Zhao Zongquan and his son knew what it was called Wen Kui's descent into the world, when Wen Zong was born!

Just when everyone in the box was still immersed in shock, Wei Chen waved his hand and beckoned the shopkeeper at the door, asking him to invite Chen Siniang, who had played the pipa for everyone before, back.

This shopkeeper is also a very discerning person, knowing Wei Chen's identity is not trivial, hearing Wei Chen's instructions, he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly trotted out all the way and called Chen Siniang back.

Chen Siniang was playing in the private room next door, but was interrupted by the shopkeeper in a hurry and brought to Wei Chen, who looked either rich or noble. ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a man-eating tiger." Wei Chen comforted Chen Siniang gently, and then said softly: "Chen Siniang, your pipa is extremely exquisite, very much to my liking, if I redeem you from this restaurant and let you do things for me in the future, are you willing?" ”

As soon as Wei Chen's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Zhao Zongquan and his son glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Even Gu Tingye, when he heard Wei Chen's words, couldn't help but silently despise Wei Chen in his heart.

What is bad to learn at a young age?

I really thought that you were guarding the two yellow-haired girls of the Sheng family like jade, but it was only a few days after this came out, and you learned to raise the outer room!

It's just a matter of raising an outer room, so learn from me and pick a young and beautiful one! An old and decrepit courtesan like Chen Siniang, even if she is in the house, what can she feel like?

Or is it that Weichen's taste is unique, just like the bite of?

Tut-tut!

This kid is hidden deeply!

Gu Tingye smacked his lips and squinted at Wei Chen, with a playful smile on his face, squeezing his eyebrows at Wei Chen.

Wei Chen guessed the dirty thoughts in Gu Tingye's stomach, glared at him fiercely at the moment, turned his head out of sight, and continued to talk to Chen Siniang.

Wei Chen took the "Yongjun Porcelain" he had just written, put a pile of paper full of paper in front of Chen Siniang, and said softly: "Chen Siniang, you are a rare pipa master in the world, and there must be many songs you have composed, take a look, how is this poem?" ”

Chen Siniang reluctantly took the paper, glanced at it casually, suddenly sighed, grabbed the edge of the paper and looked at it carefully, only after reading a few lines, her eyes couldn't be taken off, and her mind was all immersed in it.

After a long time, Chen Siniang finished reading the last line of the last song "Yongjun Porcelain", and looked up at Wei Chen.

It's just that she is a little curious, could this long masterpiece in front of her be from the hands of this young man, this is also incredible, who is he?

Wei Chen saw Chen Siniang's expression, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, you have also read the poem." My request is very simple, as long as you compose this poem into a tune, I will redeem you for you, and then I will pay to hire you, first sing this song in Bianjing for three months, and then go to Jiangning for three months, after six months, you will be free, are you willing? ”

Hearing Wei Chen's words, Chen Siniang's eyes widened slightly, there is no need to commit herself to being a concubine, she only needs to compose a tune, and after six months, she can regain her freedom, this condition is simply generous and unbelievable.

Chen Siniang turned her head to look at the shopkeeper of the restaurant, with an inquiring look on her face, but the shopkeeper gently pushed her and urged in a low voice: "Lord Zhizhou can take a fancy to you, it is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life, what else is there to hesitate about?" ”

Lord Zhizhou!

Chen Siniang was a little stunned when she heard this, although she vaguely guessed that Wei Chen's identity was valuable, but she never thought that the young man in front of her was actually the parent official of tens of thousands of people in Yuzhou!

She suddenly thought that a few days ago, when a guest in the restaurant was chatting, she said that the new Zhizhou was the world-famous Liuyuanlang, the famous Mr. Xingyun.

Thinking of this, Chen Siniang's eyes when she looked at Wei Chen suddenly changed.

In fact, even Wei Chen himself didn't realize how famous he was among these dusty women.

After the release of the list in the autumn of last year, Wei Chen went to Beijing to take the exam, and before leaving, he sent a poem to Dong Lihua, a famous prostitute in Qinhuai, for some reason.

That poem is called "Huanxi Sha", which is the song "The water of the brocade years is like flowing, and it is more difficult to collect the pearls." ”

With this little word, Dong Lihua's worth doubled, and she became the undisputed first prostitute on the banks of the Qinhuai River in one fell swoop, and was sought after by celebrities and gentry, and it is still gaining momentum to this day.

It can be seen that the lethality of Wei Chen's poems.

And now, Wei Chen's reputation has long been greater than before the spring and I don't know how many times, he specially created an unprecedented long poem, and designated Chen Siniang to compose and sing, doesn't that mean that Chen Siniang is the next Dong Lihua, even luckier than Dong Lihua?

As soon as she thought of this, Chen Siniang, who had been exiled from Bianjing to Yuzhou, only to feel that her long-dormant ambition was revitalized again.

She didn't hesitate for a moment, but was afraid that Wei Chen would repent and change her words, so she knelt down and kowtowed in a hurry: "Thanks to Lord Zhizhou's love, slave, willing!" ”