Chapter 123 Taochuan Poetry Club (please subscribe)

The Momokawa Poetry Festival is the largest literary event held annually in Kyoto and even the entire empire. For the common people, the venue on the day of the Poetry Festival is as lively as a festival.

At that time, not only the literati, but also the prominent people in the city came to join in the fun.

In this era when entertainment methods are scarce, brothel courtesans and literati are enough to explode with amazing communication power.

This is also the reason why Qi Ping is interested in it.

night.

In Hexagonal Alley, after the three of them had lunch as usual, Fan Er was busy arranging the venue for tomorrow. Qi Ping picked up a jar of wine and locked himself in the room.

When I light the candle, I don't practice as usual, but close my eyes and fall into memories.

In a trance, I went back to a summer in my previous life.

The sun was scorching outside the window, and the fan was whirring in the room. He sat by the window, boringly flipping through a large anthology of ancient poetry.

Article by article, page by page.

They were originally buried in the deepest part of memory, but now, in another world, with the help of the mysterious hourglass, the dusty memories are opened.

Countless poems came out.

What does "battle a Kyoto" mean?

That is, Qi Ping wanted to outshine the literati in the city with his own efforts. Of course, he could copy a few famous poems, but after thinking about it, Qi Ping decided to change the method.

"There are only a limited number of truly good sayings that have been passed down through the ages. Each one is a big killer and a consumable resource. And without a promoter, it is actually difficult to have the effect of 'blow up the field'..."

It takes time to baptize and appreciate it by generations of literati before it can reveal its greatness and beauty... In this case, it is not appropriate.

In comparison, poems and essays that are equally good in quality and qualified to be included in poetry anthologies, but whose popularity is far less than that of famous poems, lack utilization value and have no place to be used.

But the advantage is... there are so many of them, as long as I throw out enough, the effect may be better than a few famous pieces alone."

Qi Ping thought about it and made a decision.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, the magic pen suddenly appeared, raised its tail, swayed towards him excitedly, and spread out the thick paper on its own.

Prepare to copy the book.

"Tonight, instead of copying books, let's copy poems."

Talisman Pen:??

He opened the wine jar and took a sip:

"I asked you to write the first song... Sitting under the bright moon at night, with a lonely man playing the piano..."

…

Taochuan River.

Because there are preparations for tomorrow's poetry meeting, almost all brothels are not doing business tonight, so the girls are recharging their energy.

In the night, upstairs in Jinfeng, the maid Zhuer led a group of people and waited nervously on the deck. Looking up, you could see the silhouette of the house upstairs.

"...Do you know how much money will be lost in this way?" the charming old bustard asked.

Lin Miaomiao was wearing a white gauze dress, sitting opposite her, with a beautiful and calm face:

"I know."

"I know you still..." The madam was a little angry.

But when he saw the courtesan's wife frowning, she suddenly sighed again and began to persuade her earnestly:

"Tomorrow's Taochuan Poetry Festival, with your reputation, a lot of merchants will invest money. It's no easier than making money for you as a housekeeper and performing as an entertainer? Why did you just give it to that Hexagonal Bookstore for free?"

"Are you out of your mind? Or have you been fascinated by Captain Qi? Talent is good, but it cannot be used as food. Don't you still want to redeem yourself? If you don't think about Jinfeng Tower, you have to think about yourself..."

"Mom, stop talking." Lin Miaomiao smiled, shook her head and said:

"I have promised people that I will reserve a place for the Hexagonal Bookstore tomorrow. How can I break my promise? As for the money I will make less, I will not make things difficult for the people in the building."

As she spoke, she held out the prepared brocade box.

Inside is the accumulated silver:

"If you are short, I will make up for it."

The old madam was stunned for a moment, and after being silent for a while, he stood up, sighed and went out:

"It's up to you, I can't control you anymore."

"Mom, go slowly." The court lady stood up and saw her off.

Not long after, the maid Zhu'er came up, couldn't hold it back, and complained:

"Madam, in previous years, the poetry fairs paid a lot of money, how can there be any reason to give money this year?"

Lin Miaomiao's bright eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "You also think it's unreasonable?"

Pearl nodded.

The oiran lady walked out of the cabin, holding her hands on the side of the boat, standing with her delicate body in the night wind, her voice floating softly in the wind, as if there was nothing:

"It's time to repay him."

…

In the imperial city at night, the imperial army held torches and patrolled back and forth, showing the majesty and solemnity of the important place of the Tianjia.

Huaqing Palace, the residence of the eldest princess.

In a spacious room, two girls with very different temperaments sat opposite each other.

The eldest princess finished her bath, wearing only a single piece of clothing, her plain white shoulders exposed to the air, and her delicate collarbones dripping with water.

He leaned on the couch, with his two white python-like long legs overlapping each other. He picked up a checker piece with his delicate hands and placed it on the circle of the chessboard:

"You lost again."

"Oh! I didn't perform well, let's play again."

The petite, lively and agile Princess Anping pushed the chessboard into chaos and said in frustration.

On the eldest princess' bookish face, the corners of her mouth were raised into a smile:

"Well, I can see that there is something 'abnormal' about my performance."

"That's right." Anping cheered up and found an excuse for losing five games in a row.

The eldest princess smiled: "It's so late, let's call it a day."

Anping sighed:

"This checkers is indeed interesting, but after playing it too much, it becomes a bit boring. I forgot about it when I was looking for Qi Ping two days ago. I should ask him if he has any new things."

The eldest princess stretched her slender body, changed her posture, and said with a smile:

"I heard today that he made quite a stir again, and the entire Zhenfusi Yamen was in a panic."

Princess Anping wrinkled her nose and said with some admiration:

"Yes, he is very powerful. I was originally going to ask my father to help him, but I didn't expect that Xu Shisheng would let him go that night."

She was still secretly paying attention to the development of the situation. Not only the two girls, but in fact, many of the children on the school field that day were also surprised after learning what happened.

"Hey, speaking of this, tomorrow is the Taochuan Poetry Festival. He is so talented in poetry, I wonder if he will participate," Anping suddenly said:

"How about you come with me to look for him tomorrow?"

The eldest princess's heart moved, thinking that she hadn't seen her for more than a month, and then said:

"good."

The two girls made up their minds and were secretly excited. Even the royal ladies wanted to join in the excitement of the Momochuan Poetry Club.

During the introduction, King Jing also participated in the evaluation of poems and selected the "best poet" in the audience.

After chatting and joking for a while, the two turned off the lights and fell asleep. Today, Anping stayed at Huaqing Palace, lying on the bed that could accommodate three people.

In the dark.

Yongning: "Sleep well and don't touch me."

Anping: "Please let me take a pillow. It's so big and soft."

Yongning frowned: "You touch yourself, don't touch me."

Anping felt aggrieved: "I don't have one..."

…

…

The same night, in Tianxia Library.

Xu Mingyuan, who had escaped death, sat at the table and discussed with several shopkeepers about tomorrow's poetry meeting.

Originally, he thought that Red Mansion would be within easy reach, so he spent a lot of money in advance, preparing to put the book on the map at this year's poetry festival.
To be continued...