Isn't it just a poem? What's so difficult, we can afford to put down all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and we are proficient in it, and it's not a big deal. Yin Zuo smiled and walked into Jifeng Xuan surrounded by a large group of beauties, confidently picked up the wolf hair that had already been dipped in ink, and was just about to put down the pen, but suddenly found that his mind was full of Lan Yue'er's smile, and the poetry that seemed to be a little excess on weekdays was gone at the moment, and he was immediately a little dumbfounded.

It's a trivial matter whether the poem can be written or not, and if you lose the heart of a beauty, it will be a big trouble. At this time, Yinzuo is very envious of those people who have crossed over to a place where they don't know what Tang poetry is, and any few Tang poems can be mixed with the title of a great poet. Envy is envy, but it can't solve the matter in front of him, and Yinzuo's forehead can't help but have a layer of fine sweat. People are in a hurry, they are easy to make mistakes, Yinzuo gritted his teeth, and with a stroke of the pen, a poem jumped on the paper:

Yi Ju

Xiaolou was lovesick again last night, when the scoundrel was frightened. Arrogant bones can understand my mind, and Gao Ge refuses to tell others.

The wind invades the north goose in the spring, and the frost is cold and the autumn color is late. Borrowing a branch to be thinner than the same year, what will happen after Chongyang?

Poetry, of course it is a good poem, plagiarized from Cao Xueqin's poem will definitely not be bad, the word is also a good word, Yinzuo's hand-held Wang style cursive was originally extremely good, at this moment for the beauty of the heart, it took a little thought, the words dragon flying phoenix dance, full of vitality, that group of beauties are people who know the goods, first silent, and then cheers sounded into one.

"Ashamed, ashamed." Yinzuo's old face was a little red and humble, and he was really a little ashamed in his heart, although this doctrine is beautiful, it is inevitable that he will be weak in his heart, so he has to pray in his heart: Cao Xueqin, Cao Boss, I'm sorry, you haven't been born yet, and the masterpiece will let us take it, but you are old and talented, and then you will make up another song, and it is a big deal that when you are born in the future, we will give you a silver ticket, and you should buy the copyright. In addition to a little shame, Yinzuo is still a little proud: a man, especially a normal man, is surrounded by a large group of beauties and praised, and it is inevitable to be proud, but Wen Xiangege's words almost made Yinzuo fall to the ground: "Sixth brother, if you have a poem, let's have another painting." ”

Not to mention, Yinzuo has put a lot of hard work into piano, chess, poetry and painting, and spends more time on it than the Four Books and Five Classics. Chess, Yinzuo's chess can basically be called a national player, and the piano is also played a little sub-way, not much worse than those * court musicians, although the poems are worse, but they are also okay, not as good as those great poets of the Tang Dynasty, but in the contemporary era, it is also good; The only thing that doesn't work is painting, appreciation is OK, I don't have much ability to paint by myself, and my talent is a little lower, according to the words of the court painter Zhang Qian, it is - "Paint like." "Hey, on the surface, it looks like a compliment, but the secret meaning is that there is no artistic conception, and it is very bad. Yinzuo himself also knows that he is clumsy and never paints in front of others. is such a small flaw, and she is often teased by Wen Xian's little girl on weekdays, and now she has such a hand, which really makes Yinzuo speechless.

Depend on! This damn girl. As soon as he heard Wen Xian's words, Yinzuo knew that Wen Xian was squeezing himself, and he was probably thinking about how to knock on a bamboo pole again, heh, this time is a good choice, we don't even have room to negotiate the price, hey, but we won't let her get her wish. Yinzuo looked at Lan Yue'er with a smile on his face and said, "I have heard that the girl is versatile, can I ask the girl to do it for this painting?" ”

Lan Yue'er listened to Yinzuo's gentle tone, and her heart stirred up a wave again, and the two blushes on her face deepened a little, lowering her head and not daring to look at people, and the girls on the side were also coaxing at this time, chattering, and the entire Jifengxuan was in chaos. However, Lan Yue'er is Lan Yue'er after all, although she was a little flustered at first, she quickly calmed down, and in the midst of the commotion, she was slightly blessed and made a palace salute and said: "The prince has an order, and the concubine will be ugly." Luo Luo generously walked to the long table, picked up a thin wolf hair, thought for a while, shook his wrist, and swayed, a landscape of ink and wash was revealed-the green mountains were covered with snow and mist like veils, the boat on the river, the fisherman fished alone, and a good picture of the riverside Lisa Weng fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Ji Fengxuan suddenly had a noisy cheer and chatter, Lan Yue'er suddenly found out that Yinzuo had left at this moment, and her heart suddenly emptied, and a sense of loss came up, and her face turned pale.

Yinzuo had already quietly withdrawn from the crowd while the beauties were focusing on Lan Yue'er - a little red in the green bushes was certainly a refreshing thing, but if the nosebleeds sprayed wildly because of this, it would be embarrassing; Moreover, what should be seen and what should be known is generally clear, and now that the goal has been determined, it is natural to go straight to the point. As the saying goes: there are many dreams at night, and after a long time, something may happen again, and the top priority at this time is to go to Concubine De to finalize the marriage.

What you're afraid of, it's really coming. Yinzuo hurried to Concubine De's residence to know that Concubine De and the portrait were summoned by the old man Kangxi - it was the Mid-Autumn Festival to catch up with Ming'er, Kangxi who had just won a big battle was in a particularly comfortable mood, and he issued an edict early in the morning to celebrate with the whole world, and stopped for a few days, and the old man also led the concubines to Changchun Garden for recreation, and somehow remembered Yinzuo's marriage, and immediately sent someone to Concubine De to invite someone, although Concubine De had promised to help Yinzuo delay a few days, but in the face of Kangxi's call, there was no way, so he could only go to the edict.

Damn, which play is the old man singing, he won't be called soon, he won't be called late, and when we have decided on the candidate, the old man will come to summon people. Damn, I don't even have a chance to say hello to my mother and ventilate, if the old man is hot-headed, just point us to a positive fortune, wouldn't he die unjustly? No, we still have to take the initiative in this matter, and we can't let the old man mess with our good things. Yin Zuo groaned slightly, casually rewarded the little eunuchs at Concubine De's place, went back to the room to change his clothes, and hurriedly ran towards the residence of the old man Kangxi, Yanbo Zhishuang Pavilion.

"Sixth Prince, the Holy Lord is summoning Prince Jian, look ......at it" As soon as he saw Yinzuo who came in a hurry, Qin Wuyong, the eunuch who was standing in the Yanbo Zhishuang Pavilion and waiting, immediately greeted him and said carelessly. Since the old and retired from the former eunuch Gao Ying, Qin Wuyong has climbed to the high position of the eunuch, and he has not received less silver from Yinzuo on weekdays.