Chapter 10 I Really Want to Smash the Head of the Water Tunes in Your Face
Brothers Su Shi and Su Che seemed to know each other very well and sat directly on both sides of Lu Yao, almost pushing Pan Wen to the ground.
Pan Wenwen thought about scolding these two people, but was stopped by Lu Yao's look.
Poor Pan Wen could only sit and drink alone.
Su Shi was not drunk, his eyes were very clear, and he greatly appreciated the word "Secret Fragrance" that Lu Yao copied just now.
It is the so-called sympathy between literati.
Su Shi just put his arm around Lu Yao's shoulders and said, "Brother Lu is such a great talent. I didn't expect that he could come up with such words and phrases at such a young age. I really enjoyed myself today. How about another one from Brother Lu?"
Lu Yao's face looked a little frightened. He had a lot of poems in his mind, but he couldn't squander it like this. No matter how many poems he had, there would be a day when they would be used up. It would be embarrassing when there were no words to use.
He said helplessly: "Brother Su, it's not that I, as a younger brother, are displeased with you, but this poem is something that a skilled hand came by chance. How could it be possible that it just came to you?"
Su Che on the side was not happy. His brother was a famous poet in Meizhou. He asked you why you refused Lu Yao's invitation. What's the reason?
He drunkenly said: "What kind of genius got it by chance? Those are all excuses. For example, if my brother wants to write lyrics, he can just do it."
After speaking, he raised his head towards Su Shi.
"Since I praise you so much as a brother, how can I refuse?" Su Shi fell into deep thought after saying this.
Everyone in the venue became quiet and focused their attention on Su Shi.
But this silence only lasted four seconds.
"Someone has it." Su Shi laughed.
Lu Yao looked at Su Shi in astonishment. He was really famous rather than meeting him.
I used to read in books how great Su Shi's literary talent was, but it wasn't until I actually sat next to him that I realized he was really awesome.
Su Xian is Su Xian. In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps, but now Su Shi writes a poem in four seconds.
The waiter who had already been prepared lay the paper flatly in front of Su Shi.
Su Shi picked up the brush Pan Wen used to write with and splashed ink with it.
The Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties are indeed well-deserved, and Su Shi is also a famous calligrapher in history. This calligraphy is really pleasing to the eye.
Arrogant yet tactful, Lu Yao was amazed to see this piece of calligraphy. If this piece of calligraphy were brought to later generations to be sold, it would at least fetch a sky-high price.
This gave Lu Yao some thoughts.
Now that I have met Su Shi, why should I trick him into getting a few calligraphy works? If there are better paintings, I can leave them to my descendants. Then I don’t have to worry about future glory and wealth.
In less than two minutes, a sentence with still wet ink appeared on the white paper.
Su Shi handed the paper to the boy and said, "Let Miss Xian'er sing."
The boy happily took the words and entered in front of Xian'er's curtain, and then the maid passed them into the hands of Miss Xian'er.
Miss Xian'er got a few good lyrics today, and it was indispensable that he, the person who took over the lyrics, received a reward.
Not to mention too much, he still had five or six guan, which was at least worth two months of his wages.
Next, I heard Miss Xianer singing babblingly.
The other Qinghuan people in the back room all looked at Xian'er with gritted teeth. Originally, they had a chance to get these good words, but now Xian'er got them all, which really makes them envious and jealous.
There was another round of applause at the end of the song. Today Su Shi is famous among these students. Tomorrow these two good lyrics will be sung in every brothel. It won't take long for the whole Bianliang to know Su Shi's name.
This is the reason why literati students like to go to brothels. Firstly, it is for the elegance of following others' opinions, and secondly, it is to gain fame.
Who doesn’t want his or her name to be known by the literary world before the imperial examination, and to gain the attention of the examiner when taking the examination?
"What a great song, "Linjiang Fairy". Mr. Su's poem is the best I've heard this year." One student praised it eloquently, and the students on the side also nodded.
Not to mention anything else, these four seconds of writing words will make these people spread throughout the world.
Some people vaguely discussed him together with the talented Cao Zijian, saying that Su Shi was also worthy of the term "talented".
Su Zhe snorted and said, "Have you seen my brother? Do you think Mr. Lu still wants to use his clever skills to get things by chance to frustrate us two brothers?"
Su Shi put his arms around Lu Yao's neck again with a smile on his face, "We, the literati, cherish our reputation so much, why would Brother Lu give up such a good opportunity to become famous in vain?"
For Su Shi, writing lyrics was as easy as drinking water, and his thoughts just surged out like a spring. He thought that Lu Yao had at least a few good lyrics in his mind because of his unique literary talent, but he just didn't want to share them.
Lu Yao is really in a dilemma. Being famous now is a good thing. Will he have to write a song every time everyone advises him to write lyrics?
It's not enough for him to hold three hundred Song poems in his arms!
He decided that this example must not be broken.
Just when he was about to refuse, he heard a mocking laugh: "Lu Yao, stop pretending. These students from other provinces don't know about you. Don't I know about you? The whole Bianliang doesn't know that you, Lu Yao, study there."
It was three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. Even my husband was so angry that he walked away. Not to mention writing lyrics, you can memorize all the four books and five classics. You must have bought a lyric today, and you must have written it.
'I can't come up with this second poem."
The speaker deliberately emphasized the word "zuo" with a strong tone, just to let everyone know that Lu Yao came to Chunxiang Tower because he was arty and wanted to get into the circle of literati.
Except for those dandy boys who knew Lu Yao's reputation, everyone looked at Lu Yao with strange eyes.
Su Shi had a more complicated look. He didn't believe that someone who could write the phrase "Secret Fragrance" would sell this extremely good poem, but Lu Yao really composed the second poem tonight.
That's really up for debate.
Lu Yao ignored the looks of others and asked Pan Wen in a low voice: "Who was the person who just spoke?"
At the same time, Pan Wen whispered in Lu Yao's ear and replied: "This person is Chen Hongliang, the second son of the Chen Yushi family. He has never dealt with us before."
Lu Yao already knew in his heart that he was looking for trouble, so how could he get his wish?
My own reputation is secondary. I have to find this place. I saw that the second poem today was going to appear no matter what.
Su Shi on the side asked Lu Yao: "Brother Lu really composed this second poem."
"Master Su, don't force me, or you will regret it."
Urging, you know urging, you don’t know that it takes time to find the words in your mind. Lu Yao really wanted to smash "Shui Diao Ge Tou" directly on Su Shi's face.
I don’t blame my brother for being unethical, it’s just you who pushed me too hard.
Lu Yao thought about it and still couldn't do such an immoral thing. The real owner was right in front of him, so how could he copy his words?
It’s better to find other words to add. If it doesn’t work, then “Shui Diao Ge Tou” can be used to make up for it.
Finally he thought of a good poem and shouted loudly: "Here comes paper, here comes pen."
Su Shi scratched his head in confusion. He, Lu Yao, wrote the lyrics. What would he regret?
He didn't know that his eternal term was almost stolen.
The boy came over again respectfully with a pen and paper, and he was very happy. If he wrote another good poem today, his reward today would definitely be ten guan.
Lu Yao pushed the pen and paper in front of Pan Wen again, coughed slightly and said, "I'd better recite it while you write it."
Pan Wen had a question in his mind. Lu Yao's calligraphy was obviously better than his own, so why did he need to ghostwrite it? Is this the so-called style? He would definitely try it if he had the opportunity in the future.
Pan Wen still worked hard and wrote the words and sentences reported by Lu Yao.
"Leave it to Miss Xian'er!" After receiving Lu Yao's instructions, he took the words and left.
Su Shi had been eavesdropping next to Lu Yao. After Lu Yao finished speaking the last word, he laughed heartily, "Good words, indeed a good word, a good divination poem, another plum poem, Shi
I admire it."
People who didn't see the words felt anxious, wondering what kind of good words could make Su Shi praise him so much.
In his conscience, Chen Hong didn't believe that Lu Yao could really write lyrics, but the lyrics had already been handed over to Miss Xian'er and would be sung later, so he couldn't help but not believe it.
"Couldn't it be that I bought two poems today?"
"Ah!" Miss Xian'er shouted in surprise after receiving the words, and then looked at Lu Yao.
Lu Yao nodded to Xian'er and asked her to sing, letting Chen Hongliang feel what it feels like to be slapped in the face by a big mouth, it must be very painful.
Jade fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano was melodious. As soon as the tune came out, everyone knew that Lu Yao really wrote a divination piece, but they didn't know how well Lu Yao wrote it.
Xian'er sang in her soft and soft voice: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is windy and rainy."
I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. It will fall into pieces and turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
This poem is exactly Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei".
Lu Yao thought: Since your surname is Lu, we will definitely be a family in the future, so let me bring it to you.
After the song ended, the applause was even louder and the students looked intoxicated. It was a worthwhile trip to hear four good lyrics today!
Chen Hongliang's face was livid. When he heard the applause, he already knew that this poem was excellent. He also wondered why Lu Yao was so lucky. He even bought two good poems. Usually, such poems are rare in Bianliang.
, the price of some words is also ridiculously high.
Did Lu Yao become so rich after disappearing once?
Seeing Chen Hongliang's face, Lu Yao felt very happy, and asked Chen Hongliang mockingly: "Brother Chen, what do you think of this poem?"
"It's just bad luck." Chen Hongliang walked away without looking back.
Gone? Just left like that?
Lu Yao shouted loudly behind him: "Chen Hongliang, can't you afford it?"
Cheng Wenge shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I'm afraid Chen Hongliang will never be able to hear the plum blossom chanting in the future."
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole room burst into laughter.