Gently rubbing her wrists, which were sore because she had been playing the piano for too long, the woman wearing a veil and cinnabar on her eyebrows stood up, bowed slightly to the audience, gently picked up the curtain, and retreated to the back of the stage.

Obviously it is the top Qingqi person of Mingyue Building, but there are not many scholars in the audience who cast their eyes, and no one even seems to care if the sound of the piano is broken, but the woman's eyebrows are not annoyed, but she just turned sideways and let another Qingqi person from Mingyue Tower, watching her walk to the front of the stage, greeting a few familiar scholars coquettishly, listening to the call that was much warmer than just now, and throwing a smug look here.

The woman was a little tired and a little funny, she held the piano and bowed her head and walked two steps, but was stopped by the woman who still had charm, looking like she hated iron but not steel:

"Ziqing, Ziqing, how many times do you want your mother to say it? Although you are a Qing person, you don't have to do that little bit of vermilion lips, but you always have a clean and high-minded style, where can you make these scholars die for you? ”

The corners of her mouth twitched under the veil, and the woman just lowered her head and did not make a sound.

This stubborn child's appearance made the woman more and more angry, she grabbed the woman and persuaded in a low voice:

"In the final analysis, it's a matter of entertaining people with Israel, which of those scholars before really came to your piano skills? Isn't it more difficult for you to throw yourself into your arms, show a smile, and toast a glass of water and wine than to play the piano? Those scholars paid to listen to your song, and they never came again, and you don't have any points in your heart? The Oiran will be selected in the spring next year, you look at this poetry meeting, it is a good opportunity to make a name, and how many scholars are willing to write poems for you? ”

The woman shook her head slightly, looking like she was smiling, but there was a veil through it, and she couldn't see how strong the smile was: "Mom, it's harder than playing the piano." ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and stamped her feet hatefully: "You, you, sooner or later, you will have to suffer a loss!" As long as you enter the building, which one still has the life of an ordinary woman? At your age, you've been married and taught children outside for a long time, and now you shouldn't be an Oiran, who will remember you in two years? When the time comes, people are old, you can't stay in the building, you can't pick up your hands when you go out of the building, you have to go to the street to beg for food? ”

probably remembered that the woman in front of her was brought up by herself after all, her tone softened, and she spoke seriously: "Just listen to your mother, and it's not for you to pick up customers, and you don't have to learn those prodigal hooves, just take the veil, fight for fame and a way out, and wait until you become an Oiran and become famous in Luoyang, and then save money and retire in a few years, aren't the girls in Mingyuelou the piano skills all taught by you?" When the time comes, you can't find a home, and you can live a good life in peace, so why can't you live with yourself? ”

Seeing that the woman was still indifferent, she gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "The owner of Mingyue Tower is not a good person, last year many scholars came into the building to find you to listen to music, and there are not a few left this year, if it goes on like this, I will send you to Qingfeng Building, this kind of thing has been less in recent years?" Don't forget that your deed of sale is still in Mingyue Lou's hands! ”

Probably because these words touched the bottom of her heart too much, the woman's eyebrows were a little more tired, but in the face of the woman's distressed gaze, she still shook her head gently: "Mom... Ziqing still wants to live innocently. ”

"Iniquity! If you don't listen to good words, I will see how you will regret it in the future! The woman was completely annoyed and strode away, "Don't blame your mother for not persuading you when the time comes!" ”

According to the usual practice, the poetry meeting is generally in the second half of the night, so there are many Qingqi people and even maids who make up and rest in the background, seeing this scene, many women have shown gloating expressions, but there are also from other buildings, I don't know the situation, but I can hear the words of others, and I know what happened.

"That's Li Ziqing, the top-brand Qing man who plays the piano in Mingyue Lou very well?"

"It's her, I heard about it two years ago, when I first arrived, there were many people who were willing to spend dozens of taels of silver to listen to music, but now... Didn't you see that no scholar was willing to write a poem to her this night? ”

"Ouch, isn't it just that you are from an official eunuch family, but you have all entered the Teaching Workshop Division, and you still regard yourself as a young lady from an official eunuch family who is Bingqing and jade?"

"There is a young lady's squeamishness, no young lady's life, wait and see, wait and see, wait until next year's Oiran is selected, maybe I will go to Qingfeng Building to pick up guests."

"Hee-hee, I must go and see it then..."

Similar discussions are all around, women look at women, and they have always been more malicious than men, not to mention that among the extremely competitive Qingqi people, Li Ziqing, who was ridiculed and even maliciously slandered by everyone, just stood alone with the piano in his arms, like a lotus flower blooming in the mud.

The family is ruined, before entering the teaching department, my mother taught me, girls must live innocently... Is that also a sin?

Most of the women who have entered the Qinglou, whether they are Qingqi people or prostitutes, have a bumpy life experience, some are real and some are made up, but the same thing is that once the last layer of innocence is torn off, there is really no going back.

Li Ziqing was very afraid that if he was used to taking off the veil, he would be able to get used to toasting the scholars, and he would be used to half-hugging the scholars like other women, sending the wine glass to the mouths of those scholars he didn't know, and even in order to let them write a poem for himself that could make him famous, he did not hesitate to say affectionate love words in their ears.

Mother's going to be sad.

As for being an alternative in a place like Mingyue Tower, showing a noble and arrogant appearance that is dislikeable, and even being frequently troubled, she doesn't care - at least compared to innocence, she doesn't care.

The chatter around her still didn't stop, and she still had to prepare the piano music, so she couldn't leave, so she picked up the curtain and looked outside, but this look made her suddenly realize that the reason why these chatters were getting louder and louder was because the noise outside was much smaller.

As if the plague-like silence swept the poetry meeting, many scholars looked in one direction with each other, some people recited something loudly, it should be a poem that had just been published, and there were also notes sent to the hands of the chief commentators in front of the stage, the elderly Confucian frowned, muttering something softly, a strange atmosphere permeated, and even the Qingqi people who were still playing the piano in the corner of the high platform stopped in a daze.

"Who made this kind of pen power, such a precedent for opening words?"

"Xiao Ping... I have never heard of his poems, so why are such poems born? ”

"Set the storm... What a word. ”

"It's actually from the pen of someone who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it? I don't believe it! Regardless of the pen power, just the state of mind, but in his twenties, how can he have this kind of feeling? ”

"I heard that he was also present today, and he quarreled with someone and asked him to leave a poem, but he was ridiculed by others for his actions, so he left the table in anger, this poem was written by him to a child, and was brought to the scene by someone he knew..."

"So bizarre? How can this be convincing? It's not for the sake of fame, deliberately acting like this, and then letting others write for you..."

There are many people who can see that they have this kind of thought, and as soon as a voice comes out, there is immediately a voice of echo, but more people are still in thought and silence because of this poem that came out of nowhere and broke the phrase "Poetry and Path".

On the high platform, the eyes of the two chief commentators finally moved back from the lyrics, and after a while, the old man who resigned and told the old man laughed softly: "What does Liu Weng think? ”

Da Ru was silent for a moment: "It can be rated as good." ”

"Just the best?"

"After all, it's a poetry club, if the word is the leader, I'm afraid it won't be able to convince the public," Da Ru put down the copied rice paper and shook his head gently, "But as soon as this word comes out, what will be the situation of the poetry club in the future... It's hard to say. ”

"Indeed."

The conversation between the two was clearly transmitted to the audience, and a moment later, an uproar erupted.

And behind the scenes, Li Ziqing, who had been watching this scene quietly, also heard the voice of the woman behind him.

is still the same gritted teeth, but he stuffed a piece of rice paper, and in addition to complaining, there was also a trace of love in his tone:

"Ziqing, it's time to sing."