Perhaps because they knew there would be a big event later, everyone did not drink excessively. Pei Yue, for example, was only 40 to 50 percent drunk. As for Xue Tao, the governor, Liu Renji and Zhao Xianhong, the prefect of Xingyang, were not even drunk at all.

It seems that Cangwu Yao, which is extremely alcoholic, is no different from clear water to them.

Only Qin Xu looked like he was in a state of despair, and he was quite drunk.

After the banquet, Xue Tao kept silent about the briquettes and invited the two imperial envoys to watch the lotus flowers on the corridor outside the building.

The night in Lingzhou is clear and spacious.

Standing on a nine-story building, you can see that the sky is like a dome, with stars hanging all over the fields. The human lights in Xingyang City complement each other with the bright stars on the sky, which makes people feel open-minded and heroic.

Zhao Xianhong sighed: "This feeling and this scene should be remembered in a fine poem."

Several Lingzhou talents who originally planned to show off their talents tonight lowered their heads, subconsciously wanting to stand in the shadows. These people were indeed arrogant and had prepared poems for the occasion even half a year ago for tonight's Furong Banquet. However, when Zhao Xianhong read

After the song "Yijianmei" came out, no one wanted to come out again and embarrass myself.

Why?

Pei Yue said that the poem was written by a maid named Taohua in his house!

If they can't come up with a poem that is far superior to the one-cut plum blossom, wouldn't they be inferior to a maid? How can the talented people who have always regarded reputation as their lives dare to stand up?

After all, even in the world of Pei Yue's previous life, there were not many poems that could stabilize Yi An's poem "One Cut Plum", and the same was true for the ages, not to mention a few so-called talents in Lingzhou?

The corridor fell into an awkward silence. Although no one answered, Zhao Xianhong did not show anger, but smiled contentedly.

Xue Tao stared at the blooming lotus downstairs, and suddenly smiled and said: "I am not good at poetry, but this beautiful scenery cannot be without beautiful sentences to enhance its beauty. I don't know about Imperial Commissioner Pei, oh, I don't know about that maid in your home.

, are there any similar lyrics that can satisfy everyone?"

…

Let's say that after Lin Shuyue persuaded Pei Yue, she returned to the west compartment of the lobby. Except for her, the eight courtesans were all here. For tonight's hibiscus banquet, the nine people followed the old practice of previous years and had a few months ago.

Start rehearsing a wonderful song and dance. Although everyone has their own strengths, those who can become an oiran are already familiar with this skill, especially when there are people like Xiao Qingyin and Duan Yuzhu among them, they are even more comfortable.

Lin Shuyue looked over one by one, and everyone else was normal. Only Xie Xinci bowed his head to the desk, supported his chin with his left hand, and held a pen in his right hand, writing continuously on the paper. His pretty face was stained with red.

, as if drunk.

"What's going on?" Lin Shuyue walked over and asked curiously.

Mo Ning, who had been standing by and watching for a long time, chuckled and said, "Little girl, she feels like she's in love."

Xie Xinci's face was as red as drunk, and now his big eyes were getting more and more watery. He dropped his pen and rushed towards Mo Ning: "See if I don't tear your mouth apart today, so that you can arrange me all day long."

!”

Lin Shuyue lowered her head and looked down, and saw written on the paper: There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned, but it was in my heart.

Mo Ning ran away in panic, hiding behind Duan Yuzhu and said with a smile: "If you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why do you need to care about what I said. You are so nervous, it shows that you were right by what I said! You are not ashamed to be ashamed.

!”

Xie Xinci scolded: "What are you talking about? Even if you arranged for someone to talk back, you are not allowed to talk back. How can there be such a reason in this world? Yu Zhu, do you want to protect her too?"

Duan Yuzhu said innocently: "I didn't move at all. You guys are jealous, so don't drag me into it."

Li Zhenshu, who was holding a scroll in the distance, nodded and said, "Indeed, you are still arguing here, but Yu Zhu and Lord Pei have already made an appointment to meet again."

Xie Xinci and Mo Ning stopped making trouble and stared at Duan Yuzhu with suspicious faces after suddenly realizing.

"I am just discussing the art of swordsmanship with Lord Pei. If you are interested, you can come to Peiyu Pavilion and watch." Duan Yuzhu said in a direct and direct manner.

Mo Ning curled her lips when she heard this, shook her head and said, "Let's forget it. Let grandma know that I have to talk about it for a few more days. It's annoying to death."

As soon as these words came out, the courtesans in the house were a little sad. Contrary to what the outside world imagined, these women had a good relationship with each other and there was no quarrel with each other. It was just that they belonged to different brothels, but those old madams wished that other brothels would close down. Naturally,

They will not treat other courtesans kindly. Only the Lotus Banquet is a tradition in Xingyang, and no brothel dares to risk the disapproval of the world, so this time of year is the day when they can gather calmly.

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Lin Shuyue smiled and said, "What are you thinking about? It's rare to come across a good poem, so you should appreciate it carefully."

Xie Xinci hurriedly said: "Absolutely! The poems written by those talented people last year were so boring. If there were such excellent works, Sister Lin would not abandon them. As I told you just now, the level of this poem is extremely high.

Not weaker than those great poets in the previous dynasty. If you don’t believe it, now that Sister Lin is saying the same thing, can she also lie to you?”

Lin Shuyue's transformation from a Western Wu woman to the head of the nine great families in Xingyang City was due to her amazing talents. But she was able to truly win the respect of the oirans in the house because of her gentle temperament and generous manners.

character.

Duan Yuzhu asked curiously: "Sister Lin, is this Lord Pei's lyrics really so good?"

Lin Shuyue silently recited the poem "One Cut Plum" in her mind, nodded seriously and said: "That's right, at least I can't write it out."

Duan Yuzhu sighed: "I heard before that he is good at martial arts and has talent in business. Now he is so good at writing and calligraphy. No wonder His Majesty admires him so much. He is an imperial envoy at such a young age."

Xiao Qing, who looked charming at the side, said: "Didn't you say that this poem was written by the maid in his house?"

Xie Xinci couldn't help laughing and said: "Sister Xiao, do you even believe this? If it was really written by a maid in his house, the name of this female poet would be spread all over the capital. How could we not have heard of it?"

Xiao Qingyin became more and more confused and said: "In that case, why does Lord Pei make excuses for others?"

There was a sudden silence in the room. After a while, Li Zhenshu, holding the scroll, whispered: "The trees are beautiful in the forest, and the wind will blow them away."

Duan Yuzhu lowered his head, and the forest was sparse and the moon was silent.

Xie Xinci shook his head and sighed: "I'm just sorry that it's hard to see such lyrics again."

At this moment, a maid in green clothes hurriedly walked in and said with a happy face: "Girls, that Lord Pei has composed another poem!"

Xie Xinci almost jumped up for joy and kept urging: "Hurry up, read it quickly and listen."

Not only her, but other courtesans also gathered around.

The maid had never seen such a formation before, and she read nervously: "Burn agarwood to relieve the summer heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, peeking into the eaves at dawn and whispering. The sun is rising on the leaves and the rain is lingering. The water is clear and round, and the wind is lifting each one."

"

Lin Shuyue didn't know when she sat at the table where Xie Xinci had just been sitting, and took up a pen to write down the first half of this sentence. Her calligraphy is full of bones, skin, flesh, fat, wind and spirit, her air is fast and flying, her momentum is elegant and super-stepping,

It's not like the handiwork of a weak woman.

Then I heard the maid read: "My hometown is far away. When will I go there? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in the capital for a long time. Do you remember me, the fisherman, in the fifth month? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furong Pu."

The oirans were all lost in thought, and no one cared about the last words of the maid: "Master Pei also said that this was also written by his maid named Peach Blossom, and he only remembered these two poems, and nothing more."

Lin Shuyue wrote the entire first poem and read it from beginning to end, with a look of amazement in her eyes.

Xie Xinci suddenly said: "Sisters, can you not choose this Lord Pei later?"

The others didn't answer, Duan Yuzhu said categorically: "No."

Xie Xinci came to her side, pestered her and said coquettishly: "Sister Yuzhu, you love me the most. You know that I love lyrics most in my life. It's not easy to meet a great person in the world of poetry. Please help me."

Well."

Duan Yuzhu laughed and said: "That person who is famous in the world of poetry is not here, you can go to Kyoto to find her. Anyway, he only said these two songs, will he come up with a third one to slap himself in the face? Or let me go.

Discuss the art of swordsmanship with him, and maybe he can help you come up with a few words."

The two were obviously very familiar with each other, and Duan Yuzhu would not be confused by this young poet at all.

Lin Shuyue remained silent, but she had a decision in her heart.

She originally thought that this was just a prank. After all, she was able to escape because of the help of that person, so she helped her. Now it seems that this young lord himself is extraordinary. If he can help her

, then why do you regret this body?

Pei Yue, who was still admiring the flowers at the moment, didn't know that he threw this song Su Muzhe just to catch the fish among the courtesans, but he didn't expect how much trouble it would bring him in the future.
Chapter completed!