Vestibule, sake house.

Some of the guests have already left, and some of the guests have not left.

After the tea round, the unsuccessful guests have two choices.

One: Go to another room and continue to the next show.

Two: If you are tired of drinking, you can go to the first floor to choose a long third waiter who is still free today.

"Childe, this Blooming Snow Lady doesn't seem to sell your account."

Zhang San looked at Zhao Ding, and there was anxiety between his eyebrows.

The poem was sent over, but in exchange for a fluttering sentence.

Obviously, the poem of his own prince did not impress the lady of the book.

At this time, Huangfutai, who had already touched a gray nose and ran back from gray, sneered: "After all, she is a woman in the dust, although she is famous, but she is only worthy of the name, how can I understand the essence of my brother's poetry." ”

Listening to Huangfutai's obvious boasting is greater than reality.

The corners of Zhang San's mouth twitched.

Have you seen it?

You just blow?

Of course, Zhao Ding was on the side, and they basically ate white food today, so Zhang San naturally wouldn't directly say anything about it.

After all, this face still has to be given.

"Childe, why don't I go in and ask for you?"

After a while, I saw that there was still no movement in the house.

Zhang San stepped forward, glanced at it, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Ding with a tentative voice.

"No, you don't."

Zhao Ding shook his head.

In fact, now he has no bottom in his heart.

This "Two Songs for Blooming Snow" was actually directly moved by him Zhao Ding from the "Two Songs for Singing Girls" by Li Shangyin, a great poet of the late Tang Dynasty known as "Little Li Du".

It's nothing more than a name change.

It stands to reason that Li Shangyin's evaluation in history, as well as the novelty and style of his novel ideas, especially his proficiency in love poems.

It shouldn't be that I can't impress a bookstore.

This is a genius who is called Xiao Li Du with Du Mu, and he is even more "Wen Li" with Wen Tingyun

Whether it is Du Mu or Wen Tingyun, they are all great poets who have left a strong mark in history.

The poems written by people who can be juxtaposed with this kind of person can't move a Qinglou woman?

It's impossible.

There's no reason for her to turn me down.

This poem, if it is written to me Lao Tzu, well, forget it, I am afraid that he will hang me up and beat me.

Zhao Ding thought about it, but forgot it.

Although with Zhao Chongyuan's character, he may like it in private, but on the surface, he still has to discipline Zhao Dingyi.

After all, as a royal person, you still want face.

Could it be that this so-called talented and beautiful book lady is really a flower shelf?

Is Qinghefang deliberately stirring up fame and selling people?

Still an uneducated person in nature?

But this is obviously impossible, if the Blooming Snow Book is really a showcase, it will never win the recognition of the literati.

After all, the scholars in these years are all really talented and learned, and they have read poetry and books since childhood, although they are also because of this, I don't know how to be flexible, but they are much stronger than him Zhao Ding's fancy shelf.

Another half of the day passed.

There was still not the slightest movement in the back room.

The group was a little anxious.

Zhang San even broke in directly several times.

But was stopped by Zhao Ding.

In the end, it's still the same sentence, it's not good to spread it!

Squeaky ......

There was a squeezing sound of the soles of shoes on the boards.

The sake house is inward, near the inner room.

The curtain shook.

The maid who had followed the lady of the book to the backyard trotted out all the way.

In this era, there is no almost pathological fetish like the three-inch golden lotus.

Regardless of the ladies of the family, or the common people, they have no habit of binding their little feet.

At this moment, as the figure of the maid ran out of the inner room, the eyes of the people in the wine house couldn't help but look at the maid.

But the maid didn't seem to have time to care about it at the moment.

Still standing on tiptoe, looking around the crowd, with a hint of anxiety on her delicate little face.

After searching the crowd for a long time.

Only then did he shout.

"Dare to ask which one is the prince of Huangfu Ming?"

The reason why he shouted like this was because Zhao Ding really didn't pay attention to playing tea before, and he rarely talked to each other from beginning to end except for the occasional pair, so it was naturally difficult to attract the attention of the maid.

"Here, here!"

Zhang San opened his mouth to greet him, beckoning to the maid and pointing at Zhao Ding.

The maid followed the prestige and saw Zhao Ding standing in front of Zhang San, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and then a gentle smile appeared on her delicate face, and she walked in front of Zhao Ding with lotus steps, and shouted delicately: "Huangfu Gongzi, the poem that was given to my lady just now was written by you?" ”

Huangfutai looked startled and looked at Zhao Ding in surprise.

He thought that Zhang San was boasting to him before.

I didn't expect Zhao Ding to really write it.

Zhao Ding cleared his throat and nodded, "It's me." ”

The maid smiled, became more and more respectful, and said softly with low eyebrows: "My lady is invited." ”

Zhao Ding's calm chin followed behind the maid and walked towards the inner room behind the wine house.

This scene also attracted the attention of those guests in the wine house who were still a little unwilling, unwilling to drink inferior tea, and wanted to drink some new tea.

"Hey, why did he go in with him?"

"This... This.. This is a bit unruly, how do you get in two people? ”

"Just now I heard the maid next to the Xue Shuyu say that the boy seemed to have written a poem, and I happened to see what he wrote with that little brother."

A middle-aged man who was mostly a rich man walked up to Zhang San and Huangfutai, and arched his hand and said, "Two, can you tell me why the son was able to go in just now, and what kind of poem he made when he composed a poem?"

And how did you impress the lady in the book?

Can you tell us about it? ”

Zhang San was too lazy to take care of it.

Huangfutai wanted to deal with it, but as soon as he wanted to open his mouth, he stood a little embarrassed.

When he writes poetry, he doesn't know what poetry he has written.

Therefore, he could only stand in place awkwardly, just looking at the few people who came over to inquire with a smile on their faces.

Everyone can naturally see that Huangfutai may really not know.

But for Zhang San's attitude, he was inexplicably unhappy in his heart.

However, looking at Zhang San's body, he had the momentum of practicing his family, especially the thick calluses on the palm of the hand hidden in the cuffs.

A few people were still very interested and did not ask any further.

I could only flick my sleeves back to my original position with some embarrassment.

Seeing this, Huangfutai's eyes narrowed slightly.

People who are willing to spend thirty taels to come here just to see the lady of the book, even if they are placed in the capital, they are all characters with heads and faces.

And Zhang San is obviously his brother's follower.

But a follower dared to ignore these characters who had heads and faces in the capital, and they looked fearless.

It seems that the origin of his brother is really not simple.

Thinking of this, when Huangfutai looked in the direction of the inner room, his eyes couldn't help but be a little eager.