"This wine is so fragrant!"

Bai Luoshang couldn't help but drool, a pot of good daughter red, before it reached his mouth, it was already fragrant, so how could he bear it.

"It's good if Childe likes it. The old bustard pushed the wine cup in front of Bai Luosheng, "Childe, please." ”

"Good!good!good!" Bai Luoshang held the wine cup, and his face was slightly red.

The old bustard leaned closer, and whispered a laugh in Bai Luosheng's ear: "If the son is not enough, just command, although our wine here is not as good as Yusheng Building, it is definitely not bad." ”

"Good! good!"

Aside from this word, Bai Luoshang really didn't know what else to say, because his brain was already drunk.

Bai Luoshang was tasting wine while watching the excitement, and after three glasses of wine, he was also interested. I thought to myself, to enjoy such a style, it is worth spending a dozen taels of silver.

When he was young, a woman brought him a fruit bowl with new fruits on it.

Bai Luoshang grabbed the woman and said with a smile: "It's such a fresh fruit, is it only me at the table, or is everyone there?"

The woman held Bai Luoshang's palm with her backhand, rubbed it gently, and said with a grin: "Everyone is busy composing poems? ”

Bai Luoshang blinked, smelling the fragrance of the woman's body, and said with a smile: "So, I'm the only one?"

"Childe, take your time. The woman laughed and knocked on Bai Luoshang's head, pushed Bai Luoshang's body closer and closer, and said coquettishly: "I've never seen such a stupid person as you, it's really stupid." ”

Bai Luoshang pointed to his nose in surprise and said, "I'm a nerd?"

"You're an idiot. The woman said, "Everyone is looking forward to having the opportunity to be alone with my girl, but you only like to drink silly here." If you can write a good poem or two, and be caught by my girl, and then go on a boat with her, and talk with her at night, how can you compare to your pot of wine and a plate of fruit?

After saying that, the woman flew away.

Bai Luoshang touched her nose, looked at the woman's back, shook her head and smiled.

After a long time, I finally saw a young man in brocade clothes and jade face stand up, holding up the poem he had written, and read aloud:

"The morning glory is long and the night is long, and the heart of the Weaver Girl crosses the galaxy. ”

The content is not good or not, just from the perspective of word and sentence construction, it can be regarded as neat.

Bai Luoshang drank wine, and after a while, he saw a maid put away the paper on which the man had written the poem and sent it to the attic.

In a few moments, the man's couplet was sent back, as if he had failed to win the favor of the oiran lady who had not yet appeared.

The man's face was a little bad, and he shook his head and sighed: "The girl has only learned people, but I am afraid that there will be no hope tonight." ”

That being said, he quickly paid again and bought a piece of paper.

Bai Luoshang looked at the man, looking at his clothes, he thought that he was a rich child from a wealthy family, and this mere ten taels was naturally unsightly. At this moment, another man in extraordinary clothes and outstanding appearance stood up, and as if not to be outdone, he read aloud:

"It's hard to see each other, and I want to stay awake all night. ”

Bai Luosheng's hand holding the wine glass trembled, and he couldn't help but stare at the man with his eyes, which was a straw bag.

Not surprisingly, the poem is also returned without mercy.

Then someone said:

"Qingluan entered the Jade Building, and the purple phoenix catered to the Huan Palace. ”

"A pillow of breeze inspires people to sleep, and the pen gives birth to the wind lady flowers. ”

There are many, many more below, but none of them can make a beautiful woman smile.

But among that group of men, there are still one or two people who can make Bai Luoshang can't help but look at them twice.

For example, at this moment, a big man with a rough face and a majestic posture suddenly jumped up, and his movements were so loud that people thought that he was angry and ready to make a move, but he just held his rice paper vigorously and read what he had written in a rough voice:

"Pacing before the stairs without sleep at night, climbing the building in the breeze and moon on a good night. ”

Looking at the man's appearance, Bai Luoshang has to admit that there is still a difference between talent and appearance, but unfortunately it is still not good enough.

Could it be that there is not a man in the huge hall whose talent is as good as that of the poet girl?

In other words, the girl's talent is too high, and it is difficult for ordinary people to win her favor.

Later, many people contributed pen and ink, each of which was not outstanding, and some people actually wrote "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown".

Some people refused to give up, so they paid another ten taels of silver to buy pens and paper, and rewrote the poems, but they were rejected again, and continued to spend money out of their pockets. So constantly being rejected, being rejected, being rejected, paying for money, and paying for it.

I don't know if they really spend a lot of money to win the smile of the beauty, or if they spend a lot of money to buy face.

Bai Luoshang didn't have any money like those people, and he was reluctant to spend money, but after staying for a long time, he inevitably lost his interest, supported his cheeks with his wrist, pondered silently, and said faintly for a while: "It's boring, it's boring......

Do these people really want to be beautiful, or just for a momentary excitement?

Is this a poetry competition, or a money-making meeting?

Speaking of which, they are interested in nothing more than the men carrying silver in their pockets.

Seeing that the fat woman's hands trembled when she received the money, Bai Luoshang was even more sure of her guess. I'm afraid that the real purpose of the Saishi Society is the silver that those rich children keep throwing out. And how much of this silver is going to fall into the official treasury of the county government?

Bai Luoshang will be bored after all when he sits, he is tired of seeing, yawns, and drinks the last sip of wine, before Shi Shiran gets up, just takes two steps, turns back again, picks up the pen and dips it in ink, and writes on the paper:

"The frost is bleak and the courtyard is deep, and I look at the hidden sound of the silver hook piano. ”

Putting down the pen, Bai Luoshang touched his chin with a little satisfaction, paced out the door with a fan, and then stretched his waist fiercely at the moon.

The evening breeze poured into his sleeves, and he shivered from the cold.

Spring is unexpectedly steep, the cold has not disappeared, this day is still more suitable to stay in the building, not suitable for going out.

The wind is intoxicating, the moonlight is also intoxicating, and the smiling beauties on the street are even more intoxicating. Bai Luoshang did not get drunk on the wine jar, but was drunk on the rouge gouache of the beauty, and walked a little fluttering.

"Childe, do you still need a boat?"

Bai Luoshang fell, and when he looked sideways, it turned out to be the boatman who supported him during the day. The canopy boat was still parked as it had been when it had been seen during the day, clinging to the riverbank.

"Uncle, why are you still here?" Bai Luoshang was surprised, put away the fan in an uproar, and walked quickly to the river.

Although it is still very lively everywhere, it is almost midnight, so late, the night is cold, and the boatman is still on the river.

"Wouldn't I have failed to live up to such a beautiful day when I came home so early? Not to mention that there are far more people who come out to play every night than during the day, and I can't get along with anything, and I won't get along with silver. Two more trips in the evening, and tomorrow I can buy a jug of wine to treat myself. The boatman held the canopy and said with a smile: "How about it? Does Childe still want to take my boat? This day is not over yet, and Childe can still get on the boat for free." ”

"How good is this, I can't let you run for nothing, can I?"

"The money given by Childe is already a lot, even if I make an extra trip, I won't lose money. ”

"Uncle, you're embarrassing me. ”

Bewilderment?

Why is it so difficult?

What can there be to be embarrassed about?

Bai Luoshang said so, but he was still ready to get on the boat, although it was not early, he was still a little unsatisfied.

He had just raised his foot when another voice caught his full attention.

A melodious flute sound, as if it can take people's hearts, the tune is like a pine wave, thousands of wind, the rhyme is leisurely and soft, pleasant to the ear. The distant sound of the flute, with the infinite thoughts of the piper.

Bai Luoshang suddenly stopped his footsteps, followed the prestige, and saw a painting boat swinging on the river, and a young man in purple standing at the bow of the boat, holding a flute with both hands, with a dashing appearance and a picturesque face.

It was someone he knew, but not who he thought he was.

"Master Zhuang, Son!" Bai Luoshang couldn't help but shout.

This person is the person who is familiar with astronomy, geography and history, is good at poetry, calligraphy, piano, chess, swordsmanship, and is the owner of the Suiyuan Farm, Lin Anwei, who has a collection of fine wines in the world.

The painting boat docked, Lin An walked off the boat slightly, and saluted Bai Luoshang: "Brother Bai, do you also watch the poetry competition?"

Shouldn't he have asked him that?

Bai Luoshang smiled crookedly: "Yes, yes, you and I are really fateful, the night is so deep, there are so many people, we can even bump into each other." ”

Lin An smiled slightly: "Originally, I didn't have any plans to come out, but when I heard Mo Wei go home and say that it was very lively outside, and Brother Bai was happy and forgot to return, I became interested, rented a painting boat, and enjoyed the moon." So, what about the fun that Brother Bai can play?"

"Of course, of course. Bai Luoshang replied with a smile.

"Brother Bai is just having fun. ”

"Then where is the owner of the village going to continue to enjoy now?"

"The night was dark, and I was tired, and I was about to go back. Is Brother Bai going somewhere? That's right, I'll send you there first. ”

Do you want to send it when you visit the green house?

Bai Luoshang was naturally embarrassed to let people give it away, so he dispelled the idea of continuing to appreciate the beauty, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Are you going back? I've been playing all day, and I'm already tired, so why don't I go back with Brother Lin. ”

"Good. Lin An nodded slightly at the boatman and said to Bai Luosheng, "Let's go." ”

In the fragrant pavilion, there are many books neatly placed.

A woman holding a calligraphy and painting walks slowly in front of the window, a pair of smooth soles stepping lightly on the blanket, and a string of delicate silver bells hanging from her slender ankles.

"What about the person who wrote this poem?" the woman hung her head, reluctant to take her eyes off the calligraphy and painting.

"Gone. The man who was at the door replied.

"Gone?" the woman groaned, looking very sorry.

"Well, he finished a jug of wine, left this one and left. ”

The woman hooked the corners of her lips and looked at the calligraphy and painting thoughtfully, "It's going fast." ”