Chapter 228: Illiterate Autumn Falls
"Yes, but there's no evidence. ”
"Since you know that there is a problem, why do you come back, aren't you afraid that something will go wrong?" Qiu Liluo asked with a smile.
"I'm not here to come out on top, I just want to eat and drink. Zhuang Yu smiled freely, and there was no trace of a different look on his face.
"I see. ”
After chatting with Zhuang Yu for a while, the two parted and waited for the flower boat to set sail.
The waiting time was not too long, only about half an hour, and those who were wandering on the shore finally began to board the ship one after another, and all kinds of greetings, chatting and laughing, kept ringing, and suddenly became lively.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat. When the last man boarded the boat, a maid at the entrance of the attic of the ship announced it aloud.
"It's finally begun. ”
"Haha, I heard that you have been waiting for so long, and now you can see if Miss Wanwan is really like that. ”
"Oh, Brother Li is full of confidence. ”
“......”
Listening to the conversation and laughter of the two people in front of him, Qiu Liluo laughed a little in his heart, and he had fun watching it today.
Entering the gate, there is a huge space, surrounded by fan-shaped seats, and at the front of it stands a wooden platform, on which sits a woman, and in front of her there is a guqin.
Dressed in black, his body is tightly bound, and a thin gauze coat is draped over his body, outlining the coveted figure, and the veil on his face adds a little mystery.
"You sons can come to the appointment, and Wanwan is here to thank you in advance. After everyone sat down, Wanwan got up and saluted everyone.
Because when he leaned over, the snow-white ravines exposed on his chest suddenly attracted many eyes, and the old man sitting next to Qiu Liluo's eyes were about to fall in.
"Haha, Miss Wanwan is polite. ”
"It is also fate that we can meet here. ‘
"I heard that Miss Wanwan is a piano master, I wonder if I can play a song?"
Wanwan raised her hand to brush the falling hair behind her ears, and laughed softly: "That Wanwan is ugly, if there is any shortcoming, please give more advice." ”
The words fell, and Wanwan blessed her body, and then sat down, and her slender jade-like hands, in countless eyes, gently lifted up and rested on the strings.
Boom......
The strings fluctuated, and the pleasant sound spread in all directions, as if resounding in the hearts of everyone.
With the stirring of the fingertips, the strings vibrate, and a pleasant note gradually emerges, as if people have seen all kinds of visions.
As soon as the song started, countless people sank, and as the time went on, even the people who came to join in the fun shook their heads for a while.
"Phoenix Seeking ......"
Qiu Liluo picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, his eyes staring at Fuqin's Wanwan, revealing a playful smile.
Turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yu, who said that Wanwan's identity was problematic, and found that he was now frozen, and his Adam's apple was also sliding, and he didn't know if it was because of the sound of the piano or because of the half-covered chest.
But what is Wanwan's origin, it has nothing to do with him, anyway, he is here to pretend to be a slap in the face.
Knock knock knock......
A phoenix begging for a phoenix, because the slender hands stopped pressing the strings, and reached the end.
The sunken sons and brothers in the audience also did not skimp on their palms after returning to their senses, and some people made limericks just to make the beauties smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Wanwan has always loved peach blossoms, so maybe she will make some masterpieces because of this?" waited until the applause stopped, and Wanwan's mouth opened slightly, with a faint expectation.
Peach blossom......
Qiu Liluo lowered his eyes and thought about it, the plot of Baolian Lantern was in the Song Dynasty, so if you want to plagiarize, you can only choose the masterpieces from the end of the Song Dynasty onwards.
It's just that there aren't too many poems about peach blossoms in my memory, and the most impressive one is only that one, and I don't know how.
Just when Qiu Liluo fell into thought, a scribe in green clothes suddenly got up, took a wine glass and drank it all heartily, and then shook his head and said:
Find a peach source to avoid Qin, and the peach red will see another spring.
Hua Fei is not sent to follow the flowing water, for fear that a fisherman will come to ask.
"Okay, good and see you again in the spring. ”
At this time, another person stood up in the crowd, and after savoring it, he said with a smile: "The literary style of the brothers is really extraordinary, borrowing the allusion to the peach blossom source to narrate, not only pointing out the peach blossoms, but also expounding the principle of escapism, but the younger brother will not admit defeat because of this." ”
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Zhu Junyi's poem is already a rare masterpiece, and it is still made in such a short time, if you want to win, you must not be bad.
In the eyes of everyone, the man was not flustered, cleared his throat indifferently, and said loudly:
Xiao Taoxi looked at the man's house, and there were a few trees and flowers on the top of the tree.
I am afraid that the east wind can do evil, and the red is like rain falling on the window screen.
A masterpiece, another masterpiece!
As soon as the poem came out, the crowd was in an uproar, and the whispers were endless, all looking at Zhu Junyi, this poem was obviously even better than him.
The confrontation between the two began, and many people were savoring the artistic conception in the two poems, and those who thought that their strength was not bad smiled and nodded lightly in praise.
And some people with an average level are full of bitterness, and they have already been defeated before they can come up with a good sentence, which also means that they can only be a diner now and become green leaves.
"The two sons are both great talents, and it is difficult for Wanwan to make a decision for a while, I don't know if you have any masterpieces?"
Everyone below was silent, all frowning and contemplative, and suddenly a slightly hoarse voice sounded:
The peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even deep and light makeup.
The spring breeze helps the intestines to break and blows off the white clothes.
Hearing this poem, Qiu Liluo raised his eyebrows, and when he heard the voice, he saw a middle-aged scribe standing up with a smile and arching his hand to everyone around.
"Are they all such talented people?"
Thinking back to the three poems that had come out, Qiu Liluo suddenly felt a trace of pressure, although he wanted to pretend to read out a poem, but he only remembered half of the one he thought of.
Ah, what's the next sentence?
Three thousand, what's that? Is it a tree or a flower?
Thinking about it, another person stood up and said with a smile: "Then the little brother will also come to offer a look at the ugliness, and I hope you will taste it." ”
"Zhang Xiucai, are you here again?"
"Haha, your poems are good, it's just the physical ......"
"Tsk, I don't know if it's still the same as it used to be. ”
......
Hearing everyone's ridicule, Zhang Xiucai's face remained unchanged, he still smiled, cleared his throat and said:
The wind warms the fairy source, and the spring and water are in the country.
The warbler should see the fall, and the dancing butterfly is unknown.
Shicheng, Zhang Xiucai also sat down, not caring about everyone's strange eyes, just waiting for Wanwan to appreciate his works.
"It's him!" Hearing the chatter and laughter of the people around him, Qiu Liluo instantly knew who Zhang Xiucai was, but he didn't expect him to dare to enter and leave such a place.
With this kind of heart, it is not comparable to ordinary people.
Merely......
What is that poem?
There are three thousand flowers in the red sunset, and the passing year is less than a fresh flower.
It doesn't seem right.,Is it a flower or a tree?,What is the original sentence in the back?
After pouring a few sips of wine, Qiu Liluo's brows were still furrowed, racking his brains to recall the memories of his previous life, and it was not until the end of the first round that he remembered it with difficulty.