The entire Tongqing Building was quiet, and the middle-aged scribe was not in a hurry, he looked at the audience with a smile, waiting for which talent could bring his masterpiece to the stage.

Since ancient times, there are no more than two kinds of people who like to visit Qinglou, one is rich and the other is talented.

Needless to say, the rich people are here to make money, which is a matter of course, and the most welcome is naturally these rich people.

However, this is not enough, the whole city of Beijing is lined with green buildings, if you want to stand out among them and become a leader, you must have the support of literati.

And those so-called famous prostitutes, if they can get a masterpiece and compose it into lyrics and songs to sing, they will naturally skyrocket in value, and even spread through the ages with this poem.

For example, the famous Liu Sanbian in history, who was poor all his life, was a frequent visitor to the Qinglou, although there was no silver, but countless famous prostitutes flocked to him, just admired his talent, and hoped that he could write a poem for himself.

"Yangliu'an, the wind and the waning moon, where to wake up tonight......"

If a famous prostitute gets such a verse, her name will be closely associated with the poem, and it will become a well-known story for the ages.

Even though Xu Fo is already a famous prostitute in the eyes of people, there is not a single poem that has been handed down for her, which has to be said to be a pity.

So she has to wait, wait for that poem or word to appear, she wants everyone to know that prostitutes also have dreams and pursuits.

However, to her disappointment, for five days in a row, there was no poetry of a talented person in the entire city of Beijing that could move her heart, and she even wondered if this was the capital of the Ming Dynasty?

The rich people at the scene were in the mood to watch the excitement, sitting there drinking wine and laughing with the girls beside them, and those talented people took out the poems that had already been written from their sleeves and handed them to the big teapots beside them.

Obviously, these talents have heard of Miss Xu Fo's rules for a long time, and they are probably all taken out after hard thinking.

A moment later, the middle-aged scribe already had a thick stack of papers in his hand, which he took to a woman, who then handed them to Xu Fo.

Lin Ping'an felt a little bored, he was about to find an opportunity to sneak away, but he heard Lu Zheng on the side say:

"I heard that this Xu Buddha girl has read a lot of books since she was a child, and her vision is quite high, and it is estimated that only the presence of the four talents in Beijing can win her favor."

Hearing this, Lin Ping'an sat back again, he was a little strange, who were the four great talents in the capital during the Apocalypse? Why haven't you heard of it?

Looking at Lin Ping'an's somewhat puzzled eyes, the incense-burning girl on the side hurriedly said:

"The four great talents in the capital are Liu Wushuang, Song Zhice, Wei Wuya and Jiang Xingzhou, hasn't Gongzi heard of their names?"

Lin Ping'an scratched his head and tried his best to recall the four names in his mind, but found that there was only a blank space.

"I'm afraid that these four people are just some people who have nothing to say, if they are really talents, then there must be masterpieces handed down, but in my memory, there is not a single poem written by these four people, no wonder Miss Xu Fo can't see it."

Lin Ping'an thought alone in his heart.

At this moment, the woman from earlier walked back with the stack of papers in her hand, she shook her head at the middle-aged scribe, and handed the stack of papers back to the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe showed a wry smile on his face, he raised the stack of papers in his hand, and said helplessly:

"Today, as a few days ago, none of your masterpieces have entered Miss Xu's eyes, and unfortunately, it seems that only the son with the highest bid has become Miss Xufo's guest today."

Hearing this, there was a noisy discussion from the audience, and someone shouted:

"No, isn't there a talented person in my dignified Beijing City who can make Miss Xu Fo tempted?"

"Isn't this a deliberate gimmick made by Miss Xu Fo?"

Doubts have been raised.

The middle-aged scribe on the stage smiled wryly, silent, he didn't bother to explain, he hurriedly browsed the poems in his hand, to be honest, the poems on it were really not much, no wonder Miss Xu Buddha retreated.

Shi Gan was quite proud, and laughed:

"I'll just say, it's impossible for anyone to compete with me today for the guest of the curtain, this son put the words here, but if there is a poem that can be recognized by Miss Xu Fo, I would rather give up the qualification of this guest to enter the curtain, Not only that, but this son also offered five thousand taels of silver to show respect."

After saying this, he looked around and looked proud.

"I'll go! You look down on us readers! ”

Someone shouted angrily.

Shi Gan glanced at the man and said disdainfully: "Yes, I just look down on you, but if you have the ability, you can come up with a poem that makes Miss Xu Fo eye-catching." ”

When the man heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded.

There is no way, the skills are not as good as others, even if they are looked down upon by Shi Gan, they can only carry it!

The middle-aged scribe looked around and asked again, "Is there anyone else who can send poems?" ”

There was silence all around, to say that many of the people present had also read books for many years, and some of them were still students of Guozijian, but there was really no way, and they didn't know how high that Xu Buddha girl's requirements were?

Those poems were all thought of by them scratching their ears and cheeks for a whole night, just to win the favor of Miss Xu Fo tonight, it doesn't matter if they can spend the Spring Festival together, the important thing is to be able to become famous in one fell swoop.

"It's a pity, if any of the four great talents in the capital came here, we scholars wouldn't be so angry today!"

Someone let out a sigh, which was immediately recognized by those who read the book.

"It's just a pity that the four talented people are also quite discerning, how can they be in the mood to come to this kind of place."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the readers all shook their heads, revealing a helpless wry smile.

At this moment, a weak voice sounded beside Shi Gan:

"Is it true that you said that you would give five thousand taels of silver?"

Lin Ping'an looked at Shi Gan and asked seriously.

Lu Zheng, Wang Heng and the others couldn't help but be taken aback when they heard this, and even all the girls at this table looked at Lin Ping'an together.

"Childe, do you also know how to compose poetry?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Burning Xiang's eyes, and he shook Lin Ping'an's arm and asked.

Of course, I don't know how to make poetry, but it's okay to be a prostitute...... Lin Ping'an nodded at her and said:

"Just a little bit."

In fact, he didn't want to be in the limelight here, but the temptation of the five thousand taels of silver was too great.

Now although the business of the restaurant has recovered, there is not so much silver to do other business for a while, if you can get 5,000 taels of silver at once, it will be a windfall, and then you can use it to open a wine shop and sell perfumes.

So thinking of this, Lin Ping'an asked.

At this time, it was the Ming Dynasty, although those Tang and Song poems could not be prostituted in vain, but there were also many literary masters in the Qing Dynasty!

If you throw out a random poem of those poems, it is estimated that you can calm the audience, not to mention whether you can be taken by Xu Fo.

Shi Gan was obviously a little surprised, he turned his head to look at Lin Ping'an, and when he saw that the other party was just a teenager, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"This little brother, I advise you to forget it, there is no need to come here to bring humiliation on yourself,"

As he spoke, he pointed to the people in the audience, "Don't you see, many people here are students of Guozijian, and they can't make a poem that can satisfy Miss Xu Fo, you teenager should not be delusional." ”

Lin Ping'an didn't answer him, but asked again:

"Is the five thousand taels of silver you said true?"

Shi Gan was stunned, feeling that the young man in front of him was a little uneasy, so he nodded and said with great certainty:

"This son is sure and sure, as long as you can come up with a poem that makes Miss Xu Fo look eye-catching, this guest will be given to you today, and he will also offer five thousand taels of silver tattoos with both hands."

After saying this, without saying a word, he took out a stack of silver tickets from his bosom, raised them in his hand, and said:

"Look, the money is here, it's up to you to take it."

The incense on the side pulled Lin Ping'an's sleeve and whispered:

"Forget it, son, don't be foolish, isn't it enough to have me with you tonight?"

Wang Heng also said to Lin Ping'an: "Lord Dean, doing poetry is not as good as treating diseases, these are completely two different things, don't embarrass us for the sake of temporary ability!" ”

The rest of the people nodded in agreement, and Lu Zheng patted Lin Ping'an and said:

"Dean, didn't I just say it, that Xu Fo girl has read a lot of books since she was a child, and ordinary poetry must be unsightly, if you are not sure, there is no need to take it out, otherwise it will make people laugh."

Lin Ping'an ignored him, but looked at Shi Gan and said again:

"I won't rob you of the guest who entered the curtain, but you must give me five thousand taels of silver."

I'm afraid this kid has lost his money, right...... Shi Gan immediately laughed when he heard this, he pointed at Lin Ping'an and smiled:

"No problem, the silver is here, but if you can make a poem that satisfies Miss Xu Fo, not only will the silver belong to you, but I will also call you a big brother."

Shi Gan looked like he was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and Lin Ping'an looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he said this, he obviously wanted to disgust Lin Ping'an.

A burst of laughter erupted all around, and everyone was talking.

"Which son-in-law is this? I'm thirteen or fourteen years old. ”

"I don't know, but I know the people next to him, they are all the imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital."

"I see, if nothing else, that kid must be the apprentice of those imperial doctors."

"I don't know, but I guess those doctors are poor and crazy, and let this kid come out and be embarrassed."

“......”

The middle-aged scribe obviously saw all this, he arched his hand at Lin Ping'an and said, "In this case, please ask Gongzi to write down the verses you made." ”

Lin Ping'an nodded, took the pen and paper handed over by a large teapot, pondered for a moment, and then turned to Shi Gan again and asked:

"Are you sure?"

"If I write this poem, your silver ticket will all belong to me, you have to think about it."

Shi Gan laughed angrily at this sentence, he waved his hand and shouted: "Don't talk about that useless, so many people are watching, so can I Shi Gan be untrustworthy?" ”

So Lin Ping'an stopped talking, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, and after a moment he blew the ink that had not dried, and handed the paper to the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the words on this piece of paper, and his eyes couldn't help but show a different color, he took a deep look at Lin Ping'an again, and handed the paper to the woman before.

After a cup of tea, the woman hurried out, nodded happily at the middle-aged scribe, and whispered a word in the other person's ear.

The middle-aged scribe was also overjoyed and shouted at everyone

"Congratulations to today's son, his poems have been recognized by Miss Xu Fo, and Miss Xu Buddha said that today's guest is this son."

Hearing this, the audience was in an uproar, everyone was full of incredulity, and someone pointed at Lin Ping'an and shouted: "This is impossible, is it a mistake?" ”

Someone in the audience also shouted, "How is it possible? How could he have written better verses than we all did, even though he was only a teenager? “

"Yes, you might as well read his poem out to us for us to hear!"

This sentence was immediately echoed by everyone, and many people slapped the table and shouted.

The middle-aged scribe pressed his hands weakly and said unhurriedly.

"This poem is very well written, and since everyone wants to hear it, I might as well read it to everyone at this moment."

After saying this, the scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the paper in the hands of the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe cleared his throat and said slowly:

"The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed for three years, and no one is in the moon."

Hearing these words, many people couldn't help but repeat them in their mouths, and a bleak and lonely picture of the night after the winter snow seemed to appear in front of them.

"Yes, just a few sentences are immersive, and there is an extremely sad feeling."

Someone exclaimed.

The rest of the people pricked up their ears and itched to hear the next few lines, because everyone who read the book knows that the last few lines of the poem are often the finishing touch, the soul of the poem.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe continued to read:

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines."

When the words fell, the audience was silent, and it was a long time before someone slapped the table and shouted:

"It's a good sentence that I'm a melancholy guest in the world, I know what the king is crying about, wonderful, it's really wonderful!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly burst into bursts of discussions.

"It's really a good song, I didn't expect this teenager to make such a good song, it's really impressive."

"Yes, yes, especially the last few sentences, people can't help but cry when they listen to it, it's really a masterpiece."

Everyone was talking, and Shi Gan frowned.

Although he likes waves, his father is the famous Shi Fenglai, so he is also a person who has read poetry since he was a child, and Liu couldn't help but be moved when he heard this poem.

He stepped forward and grabbed Lin Ping'an's hand, stuffed his stack of silver tickets into Lin Ping'an's hand, and shouted:

"Big brother, please bow down to my little brother."

Looking at this scene, many people were in a daze, even Lin Ping'an himself was unexpected.

He didn't expect this son to be so upright, not only gave him the silver, but also really called himself big brother.

So he took the silver ticket, helped Shi Gan up with both hands, and shouted in his mouth:

"Don't dare to be it, just give me the silver, and the word big brother doesn't have to be taken seriously."

"Then how can I do it, my husband has said it, and it is difficult for the horse to chase, and you will be my eldest brother from now on."

Shi Gan glared and shouted: "Everyone here testifies for me, and I, Shi Gan, recognize this little brother as the eldest brother." ”

What he said was a bit contradictory, and he was a little brother and a big brother, which immediately caused everyone to laugh.

"By the way, big brother, what's your name? Where is Fushang? ”

Shi Gan took Lin Ping'an's hand and asked loudly, "When the time comes, I will come to visit." ”

"My name is Lin Ping'an, and I live in a courtyard on the outskirts of the city."

Lin Ping'an replied, but heard Wang Heng on the side shouting:

"Shi Gongzi, this is the director of our Tai Hospital."

Hearing this, Shi Gan was taken aback, he looked Lin Ping'an up and down, and said with a sigh of surprise in his mouth:

"The eldest brother is already the director of the Tai Hospital at a young age, and he is really unseemly, which is extremely admirable."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, these people didn't expect that the young man in front of them was actually the director of Daming Tai Hospital, and he was also a dean who was extremely good at poetry!

Wang Heng stood up, raised a glass of wine at Lin Ping'an and shouted:

"From this moment tonight, Lord Dean, you are going to move the capital, what a gratifying congratulations!"

So the others also raised their wine glasses and congratulated Lin Ping'an.

Actually, I just fell in love with the silver...... Lin Ping'an also raised his glass and drank a glass of wine with everyone.

Burning incense on the side looked at Lin Ping'an a little nervously and asked in a low voice, "Childe, should you really be the guest of the Xu Buddha girl?" ”

Lin Ping'an shook his head and said, "I only need silver." ”

Hearing this, Shi Gan on the side was reluctant, and he shouted loudly:

"Then how can it be done, I said before, as long as someone can make a poem that satisfies Miss Xu Fo, then I will give him this guest who enters the curtain tonight."

Lin Ping'an waved his hand again and again and said: "Forget about the guests who enter the curtain, I really just fell in love with your silver." ”

This sentence is straightforward enough to amuse everyone.

Shi Gan's family is very rich, his ancestors are wealthy businessmen in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the eldest son of the family, his father Shi Fenglai is very doting on him, and it can be said that he has never been troubled by silver since he was a child.

Hearing Dao Lin Ping'an say this at this moment, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Big brother, are you really so short of silver?" ”

Lin Ping'an glanced at him, and said in his heart, who is not short of silver?

Seeing Lin Ping'an's expression, Shi Gan was immediately happy, and he grabbed Lin Ping'an's shoulder and said with a smile:

"In the future, you will be my eldest brother, but if you lack money, just open your mouth."