When you enter this garden, there is a unique world. The sound of silk and bamboo is pleasant. The singing girls in the courtyard dance gracefully, with graceful waists showing a charming appearance. The faint fragrance fills the nose and the soft breath floats all over the yard.
After a glance, I didn't see Qiu Lanxi or the servant before, but I saw many seats in the garden, mostly occupied by the folding fan, Jian Chuan found a remote place to sit down.
Wait until Lao Huang and Cao Lou deliver money.
Although Jian Chuan himself went to the guijian, the original owner was a person who often hang out in the flower garden, so he was also experienced and not like a young man.
Then the pretty dancer stopped in front of Jian Chuan's case, spoke softly and exhaled like orchid: "Is the young master new here? Is it because I have the eyes to be happy to serve the young master?" Although he asked, he was already close to him.
Jian Chuan knelt down and added wine.
From the experience of the original owner, Jian Chuan knew that it was time to give money at this time. This money was equivalent to a tip or entry fee, and there was no fixed amount. It was more than a hundred quotas, and Cheng Guan was even more acceptable. If it was taken out
A golden bead and silver leaf, that's really great.
Since Jian Chuan dared to come in without waiting for Lao Huang and Cao Lou, he must be prepared. He saw his hand touching his waist and buying the money bag. Then he threw it into the dancer's arms with generous weight. It's just this weight.
It's just a disappointing one, only more than a hundred ounces. If this reward is still good in a small place, it's just a waste of money in Bianjing City, where every inch of land is worth nothing.
Sure enough, the dancer moved a little away from Jian Chuan in an instant, but she still expressed her disdain with her practical actions. She didn't even add a second glass of wine. She just bowed her back and left.
Then, under Jian Chuan's gaze, he fell into the arms of a fat man.
Jian Chuan smiled slightly. Such vulgar powder is still unattractive. Now that he has left, he is just about to have a leisurely life.
As the saying goes, you can rest assured. Although you haven't seen Qiu Lanxi yet, Jian Chuan is not in a hurry. Could it be that at the foot of this imperial city, someone dares to kill his life? As for whether Qiu Lanxi will suffer some
Jian Chuan wanted to suffer, so he drank with the snacks on the small table, feeling at ease.
I have to say that drinking in this fireworks place is quite interesting. Why? Because it is beautiful and lively, there are many people who make a few quarrels, because there are many people who are dazzling and fascinated by dancers.
It's full of ugly things, like a big show.
It was so lively that I saw a beautiful woman appearing on the stage. Her beautiful eyes were full of glory and she was already fascinated by her.
He heard his voice say: "You kind-hearted guests, I have just had a dream, and my sister dreamed of the mountains and the peach blossoms are full of peach blossoms. It is the momentum of peach blossoms. Tonight, peach blossoms will be used as the scenery. If there is such a good poem,
As a guest of mine, my sister swept the bed to greet her."
Upon hearing this, Jian Chuan was drunk. Bah, what's going on with this? Since you are doing a flesh-and-skin business, can't you be more pure?
The heart was complaining, indifferent, and not interested at all. However, the courtyard was in an uproar. When the romantic talented men immediately shook their heads and shook their heads. A white-faced scholar stood up first, extremely rampant: "I got a few words, please
White Snake corrected it." After coughing a few times, he saw his face leaking intoxicated expressions. He shook his head and said, "A peach blossom is full of scenery. Visitors are in a good mood at this time. Peach blossoms are red every year, and fruit farmers are looking forward to a good harvest."
"Puchi", even though Jian Chuan was extremely determined, he couldn't help it at this time, and he sprayed out a sip of wine. Looking at him, this guy looked confident, but almost everyone in the court was laughing
Bent over.
But when he saw that the person reacted, he asked in surprise: "What? Not good?"
"It's not that bad, it's that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that good." Some people denounced it.
Then he heard him angrily, "If you have the ability, please write a song."
"Hmph, I'm just thinking about this. You guys really say, a tree of peach blossoms has a soul that has become a reputation for being flirty and bad. The waves are envious and drunk alone. Who knows that the flower-heartedness will be infatuated for a lifetime?"
How to say it is better than the previous song, but it is only fifty steps to laugh a hundred steps, and it is far from good.
However, this literati wants to be gentle and narcissistic. As long as he can make poetry, he claims to be a masterpiece of all ages. He is very fond of ugly things.
And I had to listen to these two limerick poems, the red and pink beauty had already looked a little cold. She had the thoughtful thoughts before she stood up and chanted smugly: "The brush I left depicts the green mountains, and the smoke and clouds were curling. The peach blossoms on the hillside were pink, but no
I got the opportunity to exchange for money for wine. The dream of Li Bai Taohua Temple put the wine in the peach blossom fairy. The green waters and green mountains and rivers were dry, and I didn’t envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals.”
After reciting, this man showed his complacent attitude, but he looked at the pink beauty carefully. With the two crude poems in front of him, his regular seven-character poems are refreshing.
The pink beauty also relaxed her face slightly and said politely: "Young Master Gao Cai."
The man was happy and was about to step forward, but he heard someone say, "It seems that the young master has not written the vision in my sister's heart, so I'll go back and forth. You guys, there are still good poems."
"It's true. I heard that peach blossoms meet the scenery in the garden, and my heart was blessed and I could hear a few words, so I hurried over and asked Bai Niangzi to comment."
Looking at the words, he was an acquaintance, which was Qin Feng. He saw this guy strode towards him, staring at the pink beauty with his eyes tightly and chanting affectionately: "The spring breeze on the small peach branch is early, I'll try the Po Luoyi first.
Every year, the lights compete, when the moon is full." After reciting the first half of the verse, the person has already walked to the beautiful woman, then stared in love, and continued to chant: "The flute and drum on the street are forbidden, the cold is light at night, and the slender hands are heavy.
.The people scattered in the middle of the night, and the laughter of thousands of doors was on the curtains."
"Good words, really good words." Someone applauded.
It was the fat man. Seeing this guy's fat brain and oily appearance, Jian Chuan seriously doubted whether he understood it, but he had to admit that this poem is indeed excellent, and it is not possible to be sung throughout the ages.
It's easy to say, but it's definitely a slight ray.
However, if this poem was written by Qin Feng, Jian Chuan would not believe it even if he was beaten to death. It was nothing else. The poetry was full of character. It would be impossible for a person as obsessed as Qin Feng to write this
Waiting for thousands of doors to laugh in the artistic conception of the curtains.
Therefore, Jian Chuan concluded that this word must be written by others, and Jian Chuan knew that this was normal. These rich young men did not have the talent to learn and wanted to make a fuss about the scenery in the field, so they would find those things early.
A down-and-out scholar wrote poems based on some common artistic conceptions and memorized them first. If he encounters an opportunity, he can make a big splash.
The pink beauty thinks that this is not very obscure, but it is difficult to do so. If we talk about the advantages and disadvantages of poetry, no one can match it here, but this poem is obviously not written by Qin Feng himself.
He was not willing to let him go in, but he couldn't convince the public if he didn't let him go in.
Therefore, he was quite embarrassed for a moment, so he could only ask again with a try: "Everyone, Mr. Qin throws bricks and attracts jade, but there are still people who respond. If not, today's guest of the curtain would fall on Mr. Qin.