Qiaoyun took a sip of water and said, "I didn't know you could write poetry, but you can write it so well. Your literary talent is far better than that of these Xunyang men."
"I'm just lucky. I'm not a great talent." Yan Xiao smiled awkwardly. He thought silently in his mind, Li Bai, you great poets, the younger generation just want to have a banquet, and I don't mean any disrespect.
But don’t come to me at night!
"Oh, I bet that after tonight, the name of Mr. Zhuyao who smiled at you will be heard in the streets of Xunyang, but luckily you are pretending to be."
As Su Niang said, she suddenly seemed to have imagined something, and said, "With your current power, the unicorn inkstone in my house must be yours. Then won't you have to see my father? What if my father sets us up?"
What should we do?"
Yan Xiao listened to Su Niang's words and thought about it for a while. It seemed to be the truth. After all, her identity was fake, but it could not withstand any scrutiny. If the secret was exposed, it would be really difficult. She sat up straight and looked at it.
Su Niang said: "How much does a banquet at Fuchun House cost?"
"Why are you asking this?" Su Niang didn't know why. Yan Xiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, I just want to have a banquet at Fuchun House. As for your inkstone and your son-in-law, I don't care about it, so I
There is a way to only finish third."
After Su Niang heard this, she asked again: "Do you really have a way?"
"Yes, I really have a way! As long as you two cooperate with me when the time comes, there will be no problem."
As the three of them talked, their stomachs rumbled. Yan Xiao looked at Qiaoyun and said, "It's a pity. Sister Su Niang ordered a whole table of delicious food, and I only had a few bites. It's not cost-effective."
Already."
Qiao Yun looked at Yan Xiao and her mouth was pouting to the sky. She chuckled and said, "Okay, go to my place to eat. There is sea bass in the house today. I can make you a steamed sea bass."
"Hey, sister Qiaoyun, you are so kind to me!" Yan Xiao hugged Qiaoyun's arm and smiled coquettishly.
Yan Xiao ate at Qiao Yun's place, and the three sisters chatted for a while. Seeing that the sun was only as high as a bamboo pole, Yan Xiao stood up and said goodbye and went home. This was the first time that Yan Xiao came home so late. Yan Xiao looked at
Everything on the street, maybe because the Chinese Valentine's Day is approaching, the street has been decorated, and it still looks beautiful under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Back home, it was not dark yet and they were eating. Yan Xiao saw that there were only three people on the table, Song Zhiyue, Hong Zhao and Sun's mother. Lin Youwei was nowhere to be seen. He was wondering if Lin Youwei was studying in the study?
Lin Youwei came in from the outside and said as he left: "Excellent, excellent, really excellent!"
Yan Xiao looked at the paper in Lin Youwei's hand. It was full of words. He didn't know that what Lin Youwei copied made him so happy. He only heard Lin Youwei say: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone."
There is no blind date. I raise a glass to invite the bright moon and make three people in the shadow."
When Yan Xiao heard it, wasn't this the poem he wrote at the poetry meeting during the day? Why did Lin Youwei also know about it? Could it be that Lin Youwei was also at the poetry meeting?
Lin Youwei was mumbling as he walked, and people at home saw him from afar. Su's mother saw Yan Xiao and Lin Youwei coming back one after another, and hurriedly went to add dishes and chopsticks.
Song Zhiyue said dissatisfied: "What happened to one or two today? We went out in the early morning and came back after dark."
Yan Xiao ignored what Song Zhiyue said. She sat at the dinner table, looking at Lin Youwei like he was crazy, and ignored him.
Lin Youwei walked to the dining room and sat in his seat consciously. Song Zhiyue saw that Lin Youwei was holding a piece of paper and mumbling something.
Song Zhiyue put down her chopsticks and was quite dissatisfied. She said: "Can you have a good meal? You can't laugh while holding a piece of torn paper. Are you possessed by evil spirits?"
Lin Youwei then put away the paper and said: "This year's Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival is particularly interesting. There is a talented poet in Xunyang, and his poems are simply excellent. Moreover, this person is not very old, and I heard that he is very good."
He’s only seventeen or eighteen years old.”
After hearing this, Song Zhiyue said: "Others can write a good poem at the age of seventeen or eighteen. What can you do? You spend all your time catching the family's money."
Lin Youwei was scolded by Song Zhiyue but did not refute. He smiled happily and said: "I took a look at this man from a distance today, and his appearance is also quite handsome, especially beautiful."
Yan Xiao drank the fish soup served by Sun's mother. Hearing Lin Youwei's words, he couldn't help but choked. Hong Zhao, who was sitting next to him, saw him and hurriedly handed his handkerchief to Yan Xiao and asked with concern:
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
Yan Xiao took Hong Zhao's handkerchief, wiped his mouth, shook his head and said, "It's okay!" He put away the handkerchief, thinking that he was careless at the time and didn't even see Lin Youwei at the scene. Fortunately, Qiaoyun put on makeup for him, and he usually didn't.
He was dressed simply enough so that Lin Youwei didn't recognize him.
When Hong Zhao saw Lin Youwei talking about this person at the poetry gathering, his eyebrows lit up, and he couldn't help but ask: "Youwei, what is the origin of this young poet you are talking about?"
When Lin Youwei saw someone asking about the poet he admired, he immediately said: "Hey, I was far away and couldn't see clearly what he looked like. I only saw a person, probably as tall as you, and relatively thin. Listen.
People say that this person's name is Zhu Yao. I don't know what his surname is, but now more than a dozen of Zhu Yao's poems have been circulated among scholars in Xunyang. Everyone is now holding the poems of this Zhu Yao.
Read it, and some people are talking about publishing a collection of Zhuyao’s poems!”
Yan Xiao listened to Lin Youwei's talk. He really didn't expect that he was so popular. The popularity was too outrageous. Yan Xiao thought of a few books of Tang poetry and Song lyrics in his space. If he could copy them into a book, he could get the book.
Sell it in the music book. Wouldn’t that make a lot of money?
Yan Xiao couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it. Suddenly he felt the air was a little quiet. When he came back to his senses, he saw several people staring at him. Xiong might have acted too obviously just now, so he immediately stopped smiling.
"What do you want me to do? Eat, eat. Mother Sun's cooking is very good today. Try this fish." Yan Xiao said as he gave Hong Zhao a fish head.
Several people stopped looking at Yan Xiao and ate their own meals. Lin Youwei stopped laughing at Yan Xiao and continued: "It would be great if I could meet this Mr. Zhuyao one day! I will definitely
I will ask him how he can write such good poems!"
"Then you may not be able to meet me!" Yan Xiao said.
After hearing Yan Xiao's words, Lin Youwei nodded and said, "That's right. How could I possibly see a person like Mr. Zhuyao who is like an immortal?"
That's not necessarily true. Although you will never be able to meet the original author, you can meet yourself who has studied the works of these poets for many years. Of course, Yan Xiao thought to herself that she would not be interested in Lin You.
Taste says.
After the poetry meeting, Yan Xiao discovered a new business opportunity. After dinner, Yan Xiao returned to the room, took out several books of Tang poetry in the room, and went to Lin Youwei's room to get a pen and paper.
Write vigorously and quickly. This chapter has been completed!