Open the Zhumen in the south and look at the Qinglou in the north. White walls and black tiles, varnish attached. Qinglou was originally a royal residence or a mansion for wealthy families, but it was seriously injured by soap operas and became a vulgar place in the market. At that time, it was easy for rich people to solve their physiological needs, but what was lacking was love, and Qinglou was a place to sell love.

Xiaoxiang Pavilion is located in the most prosperous East Market in Linzi City, with two unique three-storey buildings connected by a corridor in the middle, which is particularly atmospheric. There were no pieces of girls at the door shouting: "Uncle, please." ”

It's just that when a little maid sees the honor guard of Jiang Mo and his party, he will call the old bustard and a few girls to come forward and salute, and guide the carriage to park in the courtyard, and there are many rooms in the courtyard for people to wait and rest.

Jiang Mo, Sun Liang, Bao Yong and their entourage came to the hall of the main building, which was particularly noisy, and many scholars were drinking, drinking tea, and talking.

In fact, on the first floor of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there are almost no Qing people, only occasionally you need to solicit business, or a new beautiful girl will perform singing and dancing talents in the hall, and even perform through the barrier. And these people on the first floor, when they enter the door, they will first serve a cup of flower tea, and the price of this cup of tea is several thousand Wen. After that, go upstairs and sit down and order a pot of wine, this pot of wine is called a branch of wine, and at the same time of ordering wine, you have to give the old bustard a few times of money, and also give various rewards such as errands and maids. may have spent dozens of dollars in a few days, and I couldn't see a single Qingqi person.

And the Qingqi girls have to listen behind the screen, to hear whose topic is the most elegant, high, and "sultry" or who has written a good poem, good words, and good essays, before agreeing to meet him, but they still need to pay to meet. Just like the current Internet celebrity live broadcast, only the big brother on the list has the opportunity to meet.

Of course, high-ranking officials and nobles like Jiang Mo can naturally go up to the top floor to drink tea, and listen to music and sultry.

"Mom, this is His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, have you seen it, and you still don't call Miss Nansheng out?" Sun Liang was as familiar as a buddy in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and took Jiang Mo to prepare to go upstairs.

The old bustard behind him nodded tremblingly, but did not move.

"Huh? How? Sun Liang's leg towards the stairs paused, and he turned to ask the bustard.

"It's... The old bustard cringed, took a deep breath and said: "Hey, it's not that the old slave doesn't want to call, it's that the Nansheng girl herself refuses to see the guests, saying that there are no good poems to sing, and if you can give good poems and good words, you can meet her." ”

Bao Yong took a step forward, but also politely threatened: "You old mother, why are you so uninteresting, don't you understand who we are?" ”

"She... She especially emphasized that His Royal Highness the Prince is not seen. The old bustard looked helpless.

Bao Yong's eyes were full of fire.

The old bustard was so frightened that he almost collapsed, and the girls behind him hurriedly supported him, and then hurriedly said, "I'll go and persuade again." ”

"Oh, it's interesting, the old bustard can't control a Qingqi person anymore." Sun Liang shook his fan, and couldn't help but become curious, which stimulated the man's desire to explore.

Jiang Mo thought about it, was it really because he hated the impulsive and violent Shizi, or did he expect that I would come to her? Then he smiled slightly, and called the old bustard who was about to leave: "Slow, find us a good position, and we will also participate in this 'Flag Tower Poetry', if the poem wins the first prize, we should always be able to see it." ”

"That's nature, that's nature," the bustard replied with a salute and gratitude.

Although a few people have never heard the term 'flag tower race poem', they also understand the meaning. Bao Yong asked with a strange face: "Your Highness, how can we write poems, that Kan Wenbin is a good article, but he refuses to come, last time he came with us, maybe a few can be used as limericks, but those people are reluctant to come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion when they hear it." ”

"Are there any poets named Li Bai, Su Shi, Bai Juyi, Du Fu, Du Mu, and Li Shangyin?" Jiang Mo came to a sentence inexplicably.

"I haven't heard of it..."Bao Yong and Sun Liang shook their heads in confusion.

"Haha, that's good, let's go." Jiang Mo's face was full of confidence, and he was also on a whim, since he was looking for fun, he also learned to pretend to be forced through novels, wouldn't it be beautiful.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo also felt cool, beyond imagination.

Later, several people arranged to the loft on the second floor, which could not only watch the middle of the stage on the first floor, but also distinguish them from the guests on the first floor.

Bao Yong and Sun Liang each asked a girl to serve wine, and left a girl to play the piano on the side, which was one of the few entertainment activities in ancient times.

Bao Yong was bored drinking and eating, Sun Liang was very indifferent to flirting with the girl on the side, and occasionally joked to Bao Yong. Only Jiang Mo observed everything with curiosity.

In this strange dynasty now, the style of imperial examinations and good literature has only risen for more than 100 years, so it is not a rule. Those literati were bold enough to recite their poems directly in front of the crowd, or write them on paper and let the literate people read them in the center of the stage.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he heard this, the scholars and talented people who wrote poetry in this Xiaoxiang Pavilion thought they were talented, and they felt that their poems were unparalleled in the world, and no one was convinced, so the noise downstairs was abnormal.

Occasionally took out the poems and read them aloud, Jiang Mo almost lost his breath, it turned out that most of the people downstairs were just rich children, just like Xue Pan's limerick poems in the Dream of Red Mansions, smiling and generous.

Although Jiang Mo can't compose poems, he also grew up under the influence of 300 Tang poems, and he can still hear the good and the bad. couldn't help laughing, but it annoyed a few scholars downstairs.

The four people at one of the tables stared at Jiang Mo, but seeing that Jiang Mo was dressed luxuriously and enjoyed the grandstand on the second floor, he naturally knew that it was Qi Guoxun who did not dare to speak. The young scholar who had just read poetry, but he was young and vigorous, and he couldn't help but be angry: "I Zhang don't care which powerful person you are, come here to feast and drink poetry, but you are laughing next to you, don't you look down on our students who are participating in the autumn festival?" ”