Today, Gu Qingqing is dressed gorgeously. Although her hair is still in the same bun as before, she is decorated with a few more hairpins and a little bit of powder, making her look beautiful everywhere.
When Song Mu saw Gu Qingqing's attire today, he was slightly startled, and even nodded in confusion, and then wrote down the name of the Chinese medicine the other party mentioned.
The stall owner also looked at Gu Qingqing with some surprise, and then at Song Mu. Seeing the situation of the two of them, he nodded with a wry smile and handed a manuscript poetry collection under the lantern riddle to Song Mu.
Song Mu immediately took it with both hands, then turned his head, cupped his hands towards Gu Qingqing, and said.
"Miss Gu, thank you very much."
Gu Qingqing immediately smiled and saluted Song Mu at this moment, but her eyes flickered a little more, and then she said with a bit of shyness.
"The little girl is just familiar with the names of these Chinese medicines."
"If it hadn't been for the girl's help, it would have been difficult for me to get this collection of poems."
Song Mu carefully put away the collection of poems and then said a little embarrassedly.
"It's just that I have some thoughts on this collection of poems. If the girl wants it, I can copy it down tonight and then give it to the girl."
Hearing what Song Mu said, Gu Qingqing just smiled and looked at the candy in her hand, but she seemed to agree. Song Mu looked to her side and frowned slightly when he saw that there was no maid following her.
, asked.
"Did the girl come here alone?"
After hearing this, Gu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, glanced around obviously, and then said to Song Mu hesitantly.
"No, my father and the others are having a banquet not far away. Xiaohong...she has other things to do. Well, she will come to me later."
Saying this, Gu Qingqing's face became even more shy. Song Mu heard this, but at the moment he just smiled and nodded.
"Brother Song, you are still here. Come with me over there quickly. There is a stall over there that writes lantern riddles and poems."
As Gu Zhizhi said this, he noticed that Song Mu was talking to a woman, and immediately silenced him, quickly raised his hands, and cast a questioning look at Song Mu.
Song Mu quickly introduced the two of them to each other. When Gu Zhizhi learned that she was the daughter of the newly appointed water transport envoy, a strange expression flashed across his face, but he repeatedly handed her over.
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Gu Zhizhi said this and was about to turn around immediately. Song Mu looked bitter and called out to the other party to go with him.
However, Song Mu still turned his head and glanced at Gu Qingqing. Seeing that the place was not far away, Gu Qingqing also pursed her lips slightly and nodded.
"Lantern riddle poems may be more interesting than guessing lantern riddles."
With that said, a few people naturally went there, and Gu Zhizhi suddenly became excited and said to Song Mu.
"Brother Song, this lantern riddle poem is something that our government has been doing for many years. Brother Song can give it a try today."
He said this with a look of eagerness on his face. Gu Qingqing also looked over and seemed to be a little moved.
Song Mu immediately arrived in front of the stall. At this moment, many students had gathered here, many of them were writing poems, and some people beside them were also thinking.
Occasionally, someone guesses it, especially if the answer is very clever. It immediately wins a lot of applause, and also wins the other party's pen and ink and gifts, and is even more popular among students.
At that moment, someone noticed Song Mu's arrival, and a look of joy suddenly flashed across his face. Then someone said to Song Mu.
"Song Jieyuan, let's make this lantern riddle poem together!"
"Yes, the lantern riddle poem written by Jie Yuan must be very mysterious."
"Great, I haven't seen Jieyuan write poetry before. My cousin saw him in Lin'an City, but he boasted to me a lot, saying that Song Jieyuan put pen to paper, and the next moment the literary spirit surged on the paper,
It attracted countless people’s attention!”
Someone said this, which immediately attracted a lot of people to nod. They all wanted to see Song Mu's literary talent in poetry, and they were asking for it again and again at this moment.
The venue suddenly became more lively, and many people gathered around and looked at Song Mu.
Gu Qingqing was also standing on one side at the moment, while the students around him restrained themselves and kept a little distance from each other.
Song Mu immediately raised his hands to everyone around him, and then said to everyone with a smile.
"Then I'll make a fool of myself."
Song Mu said this, which immediately caused people to applaud and cheer. Many people around him were also attracted by the situation here, and they also came here one after another.
And someone even asked excitedly.
"Jie Yuan, is there any chance of winning today's riddle?"
Song Mu glanced at the other party, but someone said loudly.
"Xie Yuan, can you make a lucky draw with your calligraphy treasure today?"
As soon as he said this, someone immediately corrected him and even looked a little more excited. When Song Mu heard this, he also smiled and nodded.
As soon as the words fell, the place where Song Mu was located became the most eye-catching place in the square.
Song Mu had already arrived in front of the stall, reached around, took the brush, and looked at the white paper spread out in front of him.
Everyone held their breath and watched Song Mu write.
"They are piled on top of each other on Yaotai, and they can't be swept away even if they call for help."
"I was just taken away by the sun, but I asked the bright moon to send me away to the future."
A song "Flower Shadow" written by Su Shi was completed. Someone nearby immediately copied it and loudly announced it to the surroundings. Before long, everyone knew about it.
Some people began to comment on the artistic conception of the poem, while others began to guess the answer to the lantern riddle poem.
"The sentences of this poem are very common, but when I feel it carefully, the artistic conception is quite different."
"As expected, it is indeed a poem written by Song Jieyuan. Even a riddle poem is so beautiful."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone looked at each other for a while. Many people kept thinking, and soon someone gave an answer, but they were all rejected by Song Mu, which aroused everyone's interest.
Many people around heard that Song Mu was composing lantern riddle poems, and now they also joined in the process of guessing the answers to the riddles. Various answers came overwhelmingly, but Song Mu rejected them one by one.
Just when everyone was confused, a figure under the stage took a step forward. It was Gu Qingqing, who was about to speak at this moment.
"Shadow! It's shadow! Jieyuan, are you right?"
Suddenly a voice sounded, and the speaker was a scholar. He was jumping out and talking loudly with excitement on his face, interrupting Gu Qingqing's words.
Song Mu was also stunned at the moment, but he nodded with a smile.
For a moment, everyone was excited, and the man came forward even more excitedly, and Song Mu had already written and named the poem.
After the title "Flower Shadow" fell, a surge of talent and literary energy immediately surged on the white paper, and the next moment it went into Song Mu's body.
When everyone saw this scene, everyone's mouths opened wide.
"Talent in poetry? Is this talent worthy of three or four battles?"
"It's just a lantern riddle poem, but it can also become a talented poem. Song Jieyuan is really extraordinary!"
Everyone praised him repeatedly, and at this moment, their eyes were looking at the young student who had answered the riddle correctly, with eager expressions on their faces.
After Song Mu absorbed the talent of this poem, he carefully picked up the paper and gave it to the other party.
"Thank you Jieyuan."
The student said with excitement on his face. At this moment, he took it with both hands. He seemed to feel that the paper was very heavy, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.
And he had already called three or five friends, said goodbye to Song Mu with a lot of gratitude, and left with this poem in his hands.
Around him, many people had gathered around him at this moment, and there were faint sounds of anxiety.
"Brother, I will pay you one thousand taels of silver!"
"Brother, tell me what you want, and I'll trade it with you!"
"If I don't change it, I will make these poems from the Yuan Dynasty a family heirloom and pass them on!"
As the man said this, he got into a carriage and drove away.
A bit of disappointment flashed across the faces of the people around them, but they immediately looked at Song Mu again, and someone immediately said loudly.
"Jie Yuan, write some more lantern riddle poems!"
After saying this, many people also agreed. Song Mu looked at it and grinned for a moment.
But the next moment, an official beat the gongs and drums, drowning out the sound.
"It's time for lanterns, be careful of the candles and get out of the way!"