Chapter 464 Poetry is better, the oiran stays together
Chiying is slender, and her sleeves are fragrant.
After all the guests had finished collecting the money, they all looked towards Guo Linggong, their expectations beyond words.
Guo Linggong raised his left hand, slapped the man in jade belt and fine clothes on the right shoulder, and said with a slight displeasure: "It's just a game of pen and ink, chatting for leisure, what's the point of looking forward and backward?
Besides, Her Majesty the Princess just doesn’t like you drinking, so you can just write a few nonsense poems with the theme of ‘wine’, which will definitely not offend her. Mian’er, just feel free to compose your poems, and don’t keep the guests waiting!”
When Guo Yan saw his father saying this, he was only half relieved. In the early years, the incident of "drunk and striking golden branches" caused a sensation in both cities and was heard all over the world.
All the officials praised Guo An for his filial piety, but Princess Shengping was unruly and willful and did not kneel to her parents-in-law, so she deserved to be beaten. However, they did not know that after this incident, Guo An rarely even drank wine again, and he and his wife, Princess Shengping, were even "close to each other".
After a few days of "respect as ice", they reconciled as before. But almost no one knew the pain of sleeping on separate beds and being out of reach.
Guo Yan held the slightly cold tea soup in his hand, his mind was racing, and the five flavors were mixed. Suddenly he drank the herbal tea in one gulp, stood up and said with a smile: "Guo has been practicing archery and horse riding recently, but he is unfamiliar with poetry and prose. I have thanked you for waiting for a long time!"
I also made a song, I hope you can comment!"
All the guests laughed and said: "It's easy to talk, easy to talk! If Prince Consort Guo speaks well, he will be extraordinary."
Guo Yan then walked towards the hall, holding a flute in one hand and a flute in the other, saying: "How can we not have fun when we are composing wine poems? Ying Niang, how about you play another flute song for the gentleman here?"
After saying that, he looked at the guests and sang slowly,
"Wine, wine.
Traitor, sycophant!
To offend one's beautiful appearance is to show off one's misfortune.
The curtains in the boudoir cause anger, and the dragon court becomes ugly.
The golden branches and leaves are cold, and the hands are tied up to destroy the flowers.
The old man punished her with dozens of sticks, but how many nights did her beloved wife stay in the cold?
Now it is not too late to realize this, and I warn you all not to be addicted to alcohol!"
Hearing these heartfelt words, all the guests looked at each other in confusion. It was clearly meant to be ridiculing, and the words and sentences were funny, with a bit of self-deprecation in them, but none of the guests could laugh. In addition, Ying Niang's song "Chasing Dreams" was played, and the flute sounded resentful,
The melody was desolate and made all the guests get goosebumps.
Guo Linggong saw that all the guests became unhappy after listening to Guo Ai's crooked poems. The wine cups that were originally brought to their mouths were silently put down. He first picked up a bowl of wine pulp and laughed:
"I'm a young man, I only know how to make jokes and make you laugh! Although I didn't drink at all when I was leading the army, but every time I triumph, I like to drink with others the most. It's hard to relax today, so I have a drink with you. Ha.
Ha ha!"
Seeing his generosity, all the guests picked up their cups and cups one after another, facing each other from a distance to pay their respects to this famous general of the dynasty who had outstanding achievements.
After drinking wine, all doubts were gone, and the guests became even more enthusiastic. Immediately, guided by Ying Niang's words, they composed impromptu poems one by one on the silver chips in their hands.
However, although the guests like to dance and write, most of them have mediocre poetic talents, some are too gaudy or too vulgar. After seventeen or eight poems in a row, none of them can recite as ordinary words and phrases as Guo Ai.
. This caused the other benefactors to whisper, thinking that these people were deliberately giving in, so as not to embarrass the Prince Consort Guo and offend the most favored Princess Shengping.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in brown clothes and sandals emerged from the southwest corner of the lobby, holding a silver chip and saying with a smile:
"Wish you all the best, Duke Guo Ling! Good luck to all my dear friends! What Xiao Ke drew is exactly the word 'oil', which is very suitable for Xiao Ke's business. This year, Xiao Ke moved the 'Zhangji Oil Shop' from Nanyang to Luoyang.
It’s time to show off your talents, if you guys have time, I hope you’ll drop by for a visit!”
Yang Zhaoxi saw that although this man was an oil dealer, there was an indescribable rhythm in his movements, which was quite similar to the "Nanshi Butcher" Zheng Liulang and the "Elm Head" Liu Carpenter. He must have practiced it.
A person with some kind of strange martial arts. If this is the case, this person moved to Luoyang, and it is definitely not as simple as selling oil.
While he was thinking secretly, Du Shazhou, the "old white camel weirdo" who was just eating and drinking, suddenly came over and Yang Zhaoxi scurried out of surprise, thinking that he was going to do something weird again.
Little did he know that Du Shazhou just leaned close to his ear and whispered: "This person's name is Zhang San, and he is nicknamed 'Zhang Dayou'. He is a bit crooked. I think Brother Yang must have heard about it, right?" Yang
Chao Xi's heart was slightly shaken, and she couldn't help covering her mouth, and said with a chuckle: "He is Zhang Dayou? How could Xiaodao not know that the song 'Yong Snow' is really shocking in the past and today, no one can compare it... Poof! Kuku
Library…”
Du Shazhou also raised the corner of his mouth: "That's exactly the person! I can even carry that 'Yongxue' on a hunchback, 'Heaven and earth? General, black holes in the well. Yellow dog's body is white, white dog's body is swollen'. Wow, oh, oh! Dang
It’s a really good poem, easy to understand!”
The two were whispering when they saw a man in the east wearing a dark green robe. He stood up and scolded: "Zhang Dayou! If you can compose a poem, do it quickly! Don't disturb this elegant place by yelling randomly."
Everyone’s in good spirits!”
After the man in green robe finished speaking, as expected, someone began to urge him to recite the poem quickly without wasting time.
Zhang Zhangyou was also calm, crossed his hands and saluted, and said with a smile: "My dear friends, don't be upset, Xiao Ke has already thought about the poem. Then he said to Ying Niang——
oily.
Osmanthus, apply on the head.
Flax seeds are fragrant in the throat.
Whale cream and beeswax illuminate tall buildings.
When fish oil burns Red Cliff, Ah Man is also worried.
Han Xin took advantage of the opportunity to divide the oil and was granted the title of Marquis of Huaiyin.
There have been so many slippery things in ancient times, but the Luo River flows eastward."
After Zhang Dayou chanted, all the guests were stunned. The man in green robe just now was so happy that he couldn't hold his breath from ear to ear and said: "Zhang Dayou! Hahaha... He is indeed the 'unique' Zhang Dayou!"
With your poetry, even a No. 1 scholar would feel inferior to your talent! Hahaha..."
Ying Niang also smiled: "Giggle! Ying Niang has always been impressed by Zhang Lang's talent, which is appreciated by both refined and popular people! I wonder what poem title the next gentleman will win..."
While laughing and cursing, the patrons who had drawn wine chips in the hall showed off their poetic talents one after another. Using the words drawn as "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, Poetry, Wine, Firewood, Rice, Oil, Salt, Sauce, Vinegar, and Tea" as the title, they chanted loudly, hummed lowly, or made love every time.
, or completed it in one go, but it actually produced several excellent works.
When everyone finished chanting, the outside of the building was already covered in ashes. The candles in the building were lit one after another, making the entire "Yueyi Tower" shine brightly.
In the hall, more than a dozen lantern trees were lit, the light captured the moon and was as bright as day.
Ying Niang stood in the hall, with the lights trembling slightly, her skirts flying, and even the night was a little more sultry. She looked at the guests and said with a smile: "Today I can have a chat with you gentlemen over tea and have a good time with the wine."
Poetry, Ying Niang is really lucky for three lifetimes! She also sees the kings, dragons, and phoenixes, and speaks pearls. Every time Ying Niang hears a good line, she can't help but fall in love with it!
However, today I have something to say first. Ying Niang must choose the best among the gentlemen to record it, so as not to break the rules of the "Yue Yi Tower" and disrupt the livelihood of the sisters. I hope you will take pity on Ying Niang. As for which poem is better?
, I think you all know it well, Ying Niang has been in the industry for several years, and you have never seen such a talented young man..."
When Ying Niang said this, she looked at Yang Chaoxi with full eyes. All the guests in the hall felt that their hearts were cold, and unwillingness and shame were welling up in their hearts. The eyes they looked at Yang Chaoxi became more and more unkind.
However, Ying Niang had already seen the strangeness, and said with a sweet smile: "My shopkeeper Guo wants to make all the gentlemen return home in a happy mood, so he specially ordered someone to rehearse the play 'Joining the Army', which can be used to relieve your boredom. If there are gentlemen who are still able to drink heavily,
You might as well stay and have a look.”
After saying that, Feng's eyes squinted slightly and he winked at Yue Ji beside him. He immediately bowed to all the guests and went straight upstairs.
There were several lamentations among the guests, and even the fruits, cakes, tea and wine became tasteless when chewed in their mouths.
At this time, two female actors dressed as men, wearing heavy makeup and wigs, walked to the middle of the hall and saluted the guests with their hands crossed. Their funny look of raising their heads and frowning immediately annoyed the guests.
The whole room burst into laughter. The depression and disappointment that I had just wanted for Ying Niang disappeared in an instant.
Yang Chaoxi looked confused. She never expected that Ying Niang would be favored by him after he made up a nonsense poem about the pagoda. She even made all the guests in the hall hate him and wished they could eat him and sleep with him.
At this time, my mind went blank, and I didn't even know how to place my hands and feet. By some strange coincidence, I asked Du Shazhou: "What do the two people who came up do? Why is Brother Du laughing?"
Du Shazhou laughed while waving his sleeves to wipe away the wine spray on his beard. He turned his head and explained: "One of those two people is 'Cang Falcon' and the other is 'Join the Army'. Cang Falcon teased Join the Army, which made Bo Ren laugh.
, it’s for ‘joining the army’. Haven’t Brother Yang seen it before? Then there are also stray actors in the countryside who perform ‘Treading on the Mother’ in order to get corn and silk cloth. Brother Yang must have seen it too?”
Yang Zhaoxi looked slightly ashamed: "The roads in the mountainous countryside are dangerous and few people visit, so I have never seen it with my own eyes. When I was young, my mother told me about some actors' plays, which were similar to the ones like 'Joining the Army' and 'Waking Girl'"
Funny and interesting…”
Before Yang Chaoxi finished speaking, Yue Ji had already come around to her, covered her chest and said politely: "Master Lin is a genius in poetry and prose! My wife, the courtesan, specially invites you to come to the Yashe to express my admiration for you."
The oiran invited, and the beauty was waiting quietly. It was an aura woman who was no different from Liu Xiaomu. Yang Chaoxi's chest suddenly swelled, her cheeks burned, and she didn't know how to respond for a while. However, the curiosity in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she was eager to have sex with this beautiful lady.
After a while, let’s see if she is played by Liu Xiaomu? Or is it just a wonderful coincidence?
Du Shazhou saw that he was embarrassed for a moment and couldn't answer. He immediately picked up a black plum core from the case, flicked it out with his fingers, and hit Yue Ji's forearm. Yue Ji felt a little pain, frowned, and stared in anger or strangeness.
Come, your eyes are full of coquettishness.
Du Shazhou hurriedly crossed his hands and said with a smile: "Don't blame Yue Niang! Brother Lin is a newbie, so he will inevitably be ashamed of Feng Yue. Please lead the way, and I will go with him. Hahaha!"
Yang Zhaoxi was in a state of confusion, her feet were floating, and her face seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Then she was pulled up by Du Shazhou, followed by the swaying Yue Ji, and walked around to the wooden staircase in the northwest corner of the hall, "kick, kick, kick, kick
"Come upstairs."
I just remember that before I went up the stairs, my eyes accidentally glanced into the hall. Cang Quan and Junjun were singing and dancing, making all the guests laugh. However, Guo Linggong and Prince Consort Guo Yan, who had been chatting with me before, left early.
During the attendance period, he must have found a guest room to rest.
"Yueyi Tower" is five stories high, and the wooden stairs are wide and gentle, making it easy to walk up.
Yang Zhaoxi and Du Shazhou, following behind the slender Yue Ji, climbed the stairs. Occasionally they saw the round melon skirt in front of them, and they couldn't help but have wild thoughts, and soon they blushed again.
Du Shazhou glared at him meaningfully, then fixed his eyes on Yue Ji again, unwilling to let go. He seemed to be warning Yang Zhaoxi: Yue Niang is the hunchback's old sweetheart! You want to be a bitch? Find someone else.
!
Before they had time to drink tea, the three of them meandered to the fifth floor. They felt the fragrance, silence, and cool breeze. It was a pure place to go!
As soon as he went up to the fifth floor, it seemed that all the noise and bustle were shut down below the floor in an instant, and nothing could come out, which made Yang Chaoxi feel slightly surprised. A round moon hung in the sky for half a day, and silver was pouring down.
The light shines through the ridge of the roof, dyeing the scale tiles blue gray, giving a furry halo.
Yang Zhaoxi looked around and realized that the fifth floor was divided into east and west rooms. The east side was dark, and the west side was filled with lights inside the curtains, giving it an orange-red color, but she didn't know which room Ying Niang was waiting in.
Just as he was guessing, he saw Yue Ji holding Du Shazhou's arm, turning downstairs and leaving him. She couldn't help but feel anxious: "Sister Yue Ji, you haven't explained yet..."
"Mr. Lin, Miss Ying is so polite!"
At some point, Ying Niang picked up a lantern and walked over slowly, smiling brightly and saying, "Giggle! Mr. Lin must think that although Ying Niang looks very much like someone, she is a little different, right?"
Yang Chaoxi was stunned when the revelation broke her mind, her face slightly condensed and she asked: "Who is this girl?"
Ying Niang didn't answer, but she took out an exquisite "Chaoyin Bell" from her arms and waved it in front of him. Qingcheng's smile was half playful and half proud.
"You, you are Miss Xiaomu's... twin sister? If that's true... You, you are also a demon cultivator?!"
Yang Zhaoxi was shocked. While secretly guessing that the "Yueyi Tower" oiran had found his purpose, he put his hand quietly into his arms - there seemed to be three "disaster avoidance charms" there. Even though they had no killing power, they were still
It's better than nothing.
"Keke! Little Taoist priest, look at your nervous look. It's really funny!"
At this moment, a familiar laughter came from behind. It was clear and sweet, and even more quirky. It was Liu Xiaomu, whom she had not seen for a few days. Her tone was brisk and her words were cunning.
"Ying Niang is not my aunt's twin sister! You might as well guess what she should be, little Taoist priest?"