A talented man and a beautiful man, a beautiful man and a talented man.

The brothels in this era are often disdainful to face the gold, but they are flocking to good poems and beautiful poems. The reason is that there are no other reasons. If there are good poems, there are good names. If there are good names, there are more talents who will present masterpieces with their hands, such as Zhou Bangyan of the Northern Song Dynasty to the famous prostitute Li Shishi, and Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty to the famous prostitute Xue Tao...

It is precisely because of this that if Xiangyun wants to win the name of the courtesan, he needs an outstanding talented man to write poems to attract popularity.

In the evening, Lu Xiaochai sat in front of the window, frowned and thought, and even the candlelight on the table was about to be extinguished.

Lu Xiaochai's heart is naturally towards Chen Xian, but Xiangyun and herself are pitiful people who grew up together in Huancai Building.

Today, Xiangyun came to ask for help, which really made her feel embarrassed: Chen Lang seemed to prefer... to dress up some strange things, and since he wrote the article "I am a melancholy guest in the world" last time, he has not written any more lyrics.

Lu Xiaochai wanted to mention this to Chen Xian, but she was afraid that her lover would not be able to write good words, which would make Xiangyun laugh at her. What she thought in her heart was all about Chen Xian, and she was even more unwilling to add any trouble to him.

Xiaoli came over nervously. Since the girl Xiangyun came, the lady has become like this. Could it be that they have had some quarrels? But isn’t the lady no longer entertaining guests, let alone the name of a courtesan?

Xiaoli tried to call out a few more times, but although Lu Xiaochai could reply, she was still sitting there absent-mindedly.

After thinking about it, she felt that this was not a solution, so she carefully opened the door and slipped out.

"Dongdong." The door was knocked gently.

Chen Xian looked through the grille on the door and saw that the two particularly conspicuous double-ringed temples were not Xiaoli, so he spoke, "Come in, Xiaoli."

He looked at the little maid walking in with a smile, but found that the latter looked a little nervous, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Young Master Chen..." Xiaoli pursed her mouth, opened her big eyes, and said pitifully: "The lady may have been bullied by Miss Xiangyun!"

"Oh?" Chen Xian laughed. It turned out that Xiaochai didn't know how to mention this to him. He waved his hand, pinched a piece of paper from the table, and greeted, "Go, take me to take a look."

As soon as Chen Xian pushed the door, he saw Lu Xiaochai's stupid look. His eyebrows were slightly frowned and he smiled and said, "Xiaochai, what's wrong? Are you still thinking about the old witch Song Jinfeng's unfair gift?"

"Ah!" Xiaochai sat upright by Chen Xian. She raised her hand in panic and put the Liuhai on her forehead together to her temples, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "Chen Lang, Feng Niang has already agreed. She said that after the Shangyuan period, she asked Chen Lang to hold a banquet to comb it together for herself..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly saw Chen Xian smiled sly, and then the other party's face quickly came over. Before she could come to her senses, the other party's face moved back.

"Uh!" Lu Xiaochai reached out to cover Cherry's mouth in surprise. Her cheeks became hot for a moment, and her chest was even more pounding. She felt ashamed and embarrassed in her heart, thinking to herself: Why is Chen Lang getting bolder? Xiaochai is still beside her...

"Hehe!" Chen Xian sat on the chair with satisfaction, slapped the two pieces of paper on the table with a smile, and asked, "Xiaochai, I wrote the lyrics, how do you write it?"

Lu Xiaochai was stunned, thinking that why was such a coincidence in her heart? She was worried about it, so Chen Lang took the lyrics? She suddenly remembered that Chen Lang seemed to be back earlier than before today. Could it be that he heard the conversation between him and Xiangyun?

Sure enough, Chen Xian shook his head and said, "This sentence is a bit sad and not suitable for our Xiaochai. If it doesn't work, just give it to someone!"

Lu Xiaochai pursed her lips, and even confirmed that he heard the conversation between him and Xiangyun. He felt a little throbbing in his heart. So he took the paper and looked carefully, but saw that he wrote a piece of plum blossom in small regular script:

"There are red and the moss is everywhere, the branches are full of green. Du Yu's voice is sad.

After having sex, they separated again. The colorful phoenix flew alone, and the colorful phoenix lived alone.

When will it take to miss you after parting? It will be difficult to know later, and it will be difficult to wait.

How can this lovesickness be expressed? A love poem, a love poem."

Lu Xiaochai read it silently, and then she felt that the words were exquisite and gorgeous, but the pain of parting and longing for lovesickness was full of the pain, so she couldn't help but recite it softly.

After a while, she felt that this one-cut plum blossom was hard to distinguish compared to the previous one, Huanxisha, and was a rare masterpiece. She looked up at Chen Xian in shock and said, "Chen Lang... did you hear it?"

"Haha." Chen Xiansa smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the little hairpin's nose in a doting way, and said with a smile: "What did you hear? I am so upright and upright, I am not the kind of villain who eavesdrops on my close friends!"

"Puchi." Lu Xiaochai smiled. He said this clearly, and then he raised his eyes and looked at the fire on the candlestick and said happily: "Sister Xiangyun must be happy to see this word!"

After quietly resolving Lu Xiaochai's worries, Chen Xian clearly felt that others' eyes were different when he entered and left Huancai Building.

During the two days after coming out of prison, you often hear words like "poor scholar" and "Xiaochai is blind" from behind. After copying a poem about Nalan Xingde, this title is obviously much less.

Now, when I entered and exited Huancai Building, there were enthusiastic calls from the red chefs.

"Young Master Chen, when will you write a poem for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Chen, you are so talented and have to comb your sister Xiaochai together. Do you have to write a few good words to hire me?"

Two red apprentices named Shuquan and Guerlain blocked Chen Xian at the door at this moment.

"Ha." Chen Xian laughed awkwardly and bowed: "I still have to go to Zhugan Alley when I get down, and the hired workers are still waiting in front of the door..."

"Young Master Chen!" Shuquan called out charmingly, and then he took Chen Xian's arm without shame and said, "Is it so scary for me? Why bother Chen is in a hurry to leave!"

When Guerlain saw this, she immediately reached out to hold Chen Xian's arm and pressed her body closer provocatively.

Chen Xian was so amused that he could only stand there and didn't know what to do, but he thought to himself: The power of these two lyrics is too great, right? I really don't know how the great poet Liu Yong got through this day.

"Cough cough!" Feng Niang's dry cough sounded from the upstairs in time, saving Chen Xian, who was about to fall into Yingying and Yanyan.

Shuquan and Guerlain, two red apprentices who were selling their skills and self-employed, heard that the prostitute was coming, so they had to let go of Chen Xian's arm in disappointment, and then they looked at Chen Xian with a charming look, and then left reluctantly.

Song Jinfeng! I'm looking for you!
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