When Qimeng's figure disappeared, the hall returned to hustle and bustle.

"It's worthy of an Oiran, Miss Qimeng's singing is so good!"

"Miss Qimeng's lyrics are really good, but I like the way she dances, that figure ...... Tut-tut! ”

"If I can spend the night with Miss Qimeng, I don't know what a pleasure!"

"Don't think about it, Miss Qimeng's vision is high, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter her eyes!"

"Alas, I'm afraid I don't want to see the true face of Miss Qimeng in this life!"

……

The guests talked a lot, which aroused the curiosity in He Qiu's heart.

He beckoned to the bustard not far away.

The old bustard immediately twisted his waist and came to He Qiu's side, and said with a smile: "What does the son have to command?" ”

He Qiu took out a silver ingot of five taels and put it on the table, and said lightly: "I want to know, if you want to see Miss Qimeng, what are the rules?" ”

"Yo!"

The old bustard smiled evilly: "I didn't expect that the first time the son came, he took a fancy to our Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building, what a good eyesight!" But if you want to meet Qimeng girl, it's too difficult, we have other girls, and their stature is no worse than Qimeng girl, or ......"

"I just want Miss Qimeng!"

After He Qiu finished speaking, he took out five taels of silver again and put them on the table.

The bustard's eyes lit up instantly.

She picked up two ingots of silver, pasted them next to He Qiu and whispered, "Since the son is so sincere, then I will tell you!" If you want to meet the dream girl, there are two tests! ”

"Oh?"

He Qiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Which two tests?" I'll hear it! ”

The old bustard smiled: "This first test is to write a poem to the Qimeng girl, if the Qimeng girl thinks it is good, the second test can be carried out!" ”

He Qiu was a little speechless.

This dream girl is also too capable, and she has seen so many moths at one time.

If you want to put it in the previous life, He Qiu must be "the master doesn't serve anymore".

But now, He Qiu's stubborn temper has come up.

No matter how many tests there are, I have to see this dream girl today.

Although he is not good at writing poetry, he can copy it.

If the traverser doesn't do something like copying the public, what else do you wear?

"Let's move on to the second test."

He Qiu said as he picked up his wine glass.

The old bustard immediately boasted: "Childe is really the reincarnation of Wenqu star, and the poems you wrote will definitely be able to enter the eyes of the girl who dreams of Qimeng!" The second test of the Qimeng girl is to lift a 300-pound tripod with one hand! ”

"Poof!"

He Qiu directly squirted out the wine in his mouth.

He didn't expect that this second test would be so down-to-earth.

God is a great thing.

What's the difference between this and busking?

It's no wonder it's hard to see Kimu.

There are too few people who can be elegant enough to write a good poem, and strong enough to lift a three-hundred-pound tripod.

The old bustard seemed to anticipate He Qiu's reaction, and actually went to the side to hide for a while, but not a drop of the wine that He Qiu spewed fell on her.

Waiting for He Qiu to spray, the old bustard immediately patted He Qiu's back and said, "Son, don't be too excited, be careful of hurting your body!" The second test of the Qimeng girl is indeed a bit excessive, the slave family is still the same sentence, we have a lot of drunken flower building girls, why don't I find you a figure that is nine points like the Qimeng girl? ”

He Qiu coughed twice, then waved his hand and said, "No need, I have to see Miss Qimeng today, isn't it just to write poems and raise the big ding?" Bring me pen and paper, and I'll write her a poem first! ”

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the old bustard didn't say anything more, and directly took a set of paper and pencil and put it in front of He Qiu.

He Qiu picked up the brush, shook his wrist, and then fell into deep thought.

He was ready to copy the poems.

But when it came time to actually start writing, he found that copying poetry was not so easy.

At this time in the early Ming Dynasty, there were too few poems that could be copied.

After all, the golden age of poetry is still in the Tang Dynasty, and the golden age of lyrics and music is still in the Yasong Dynasty.

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the literati spent most of their time studying Bagu Wen, and there were not many famous poems.

Which one should I copy?

He Qiu scratched his head, thought for a long time, and suddenly thought of a poem that was particularly famous in later generations and had a particularly good evaluation.

And the style of this song is also somewhat similar to the "Eight Voices of Ganzhou" that Qimeng sang just now, and there should be a good chance of passing the test of Qimeng girl.

It's decided, just write this one!

He Qiu dipped it in thick ink and wrote the words "Mulan Ci and Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words" on rice paper in small letters.

……

After half the incense burning, the old bustard walked to the door of the Qimeng girl's room with rice paper full of words and knocked on the door.

A cold voice came from inside the door, "Who?" ”

The old bustard hurriedly bent down and said, "Miss Qimeng, I am Sanniang, a guest wants to see you and wrote you a poem, do you want to take a look?" ”

There was silence inside the door for a few seconds before it opened.

A maid in a dark green shirt stood at the door, stretched out her right hand at the bustard, and said, "Give it to me!" ”

The old bustard hurriedly put the rice paper in the handmaiden's hand, and smiled flatteringly.

The maid nodded at the bustard, and then closed the door.

At this time, the girl was still wearing a veil and was flipping through some letterheads.

The maidservant walked up to Qimeng's side, pouted and said, "There are boring guests who want to see your sister again, I really don't know what they think, and I'm too confident in myself!" ”

Qimeng said lightly: "I am now the Oiran of the Drunken Flower Building, and it is normal for guests to want to see me!" ”

"Then do you want to read this poem, sister?"

The maidservant shook the rice paper in her hand.

Qi Meng said without raising his head: "You read it to me, I won't waste time watching it!" ”

"It's good!"

The maidservant agreed, picked up the manuscript paper and read: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan......"

After she had only finished reading the first sentence, Qimeng raised her head sharply and looked at the manuscript, her face full of surprise.

The maidservant hurriedly asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Qimeng came back to her senses, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, you keep reading!" ”

"Oh!"

The maidservant girl agreed, and continued to read: "Waiting for the idle to change, but the old people's hearts are changeable, Lishan language is half a night, tears and rain and rain will not complain in the end, how is it like Bo Xingjin Yilang, than the wings and branches of the day's wish!" ”

After reading a poem, Qimeng was already crazy.

As an Oiran, she has a strong appreciation for words.

After listening to this poem, she seemed to have a scene in front of her that a woman who was hurt by love and broke up with the man who hurt her.

She felt a strong sense of resentment, sadness and sadness in her heart.

Being able to borrow words to convey meaning is enough to prove the level of the author of the word.

During the time that Qimeng was an Oiran, it was the first time I had heard such clever lyrics......