Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh shocking ditty
Chapter 397: Shocking Ditty
Top accounting room
In August of the fifth year of Qingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tokyo.
In the golden autumn season, the air is crisp and clear. The sky is blue and cloudless. Although the sun is still shining, the cool wind blowing from time to time still tells people that summer is gone and golden autumn is coming.
The fields were golden. The farmers hurriedly harvested the crops before the frost. Looking at the year's harvest in the fields, the old farmers were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths with joy.
The streets of Luoyang are bustling with pedestrians and extremely lively.
At a tea stall on the street, Lu Heng, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, took Liu Qingqing and the three girls to the affluent streets of Tokyo.
After wandering around the street for a while and buying some small food, the four of them took a rest in the street tea house.
At this time, the teahouse was overcrowded, noisy and lively.
However, if you listen carefully, you will find that most of the guests in the teahouse are talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival hosted by the royal family.
This Mid-Autumn Festival is said to have started during the period of Emperor Shengwu and Wu Zetian, and has been passed down to this day for hundreds of years.
However, because it is organized by the royal family, the people who can participate are basically the dignitaries in Beijing. Therefore, this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is also called the Royal Poetry Society by those who have no chance to participate.
However, although the number of people participating was smaller, those who could participate in the poetry meeting were all leaders in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, even if the scope was narrowed, there were still many excellent works.
However, although civilians did not have the opportunity to participate, at this time, literati from all over the country still gathered in Tokyo to recite poems and write poems, with a certain momentum of trying to compete with the academicians in the palace.
As a result, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, which was originally limited to the palace, gradually developed into a top literary event popular in Luoyang City.
Every time at this time, Luoyang City's literati and poets gather together. Walking on the streets and sitting in teahouses, you can hear people around you talking about this incident.
Moreover, the poetry of the Great Zhou Dynasty was so popular all over the country that even the farmers working in the fields would occasionally recite a sentence or two. The literary talent was not evaluated, it was just for fun and expression.
"Master Lu, what, come on?"
There is no one else but Princess Ankang, the troublemaker, who can say these words.
At this time, sitting in the tea house, she heard the people around her reciting all kinds of whimsical limericks. Princess Ankang couldn't help but laugh, spit out a mouthful of tea, and said to Lu Heng with ill intentions.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Lu Heng smiled and waited patiently.
Although I know in my heart that a lot of things will definitely happen in this year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and even greater changes will occur in the entire court. But at least, it is still calm now.
Lu Heng, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, happened to be with Sanmei today. He was too lazy to think about those annoying things.
As the saying goes, when a car reaches a mountain, there must be a road. What's more, the road has already been paved, just waiting for you to go.
If you are troubled by this matter, wouldn’t you be living up to the beautiful scenery and beautiful woman’s feelings in front of you?
"Really?" Princess Ankang looked at Lu Heng in surprise and exclaimed. Originally, she was too busy to make trouble, so she checked with Lu Heng. Unexpectedly, he really did.
"That's natural!" Lu Heng picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup. After putting it down, he looked at Princess Ankang seriously and said: "Thanks to the princess for calling me a talented person, I will naturally have one. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disappointment?
The princess... has broad, um, ahem, expectations?"
He was taking a peek at Princess Ankang's plump breasts, but was unexpectedly noticed by the other party.
Seeing the princess's fire-breathing eyes and her gnashing of teeth, Lu Heng wisely withdrew his gaze and changed his words midway.
Seeing Lu Heng pretending to move his eyes to the busy street outside the door, Princess Ankang glared at him fiercely. Then, she dragged her chin with her fingers and rolled her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said: "See you later."
In five days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. How about you write a poem with the title of Mid-Autumn Festival?"
After Princess Ankang finished speaking, Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi, who were chatting with each other at the table, also stopped. They turned their heads and looked at Lu Heng with expectant eyes.
They wanted to see what masterpieces their husband, who was respected as the most talented man in the Zhou Dynasty, could produce.
"No problem!" Lu Heng was very happy and immediately nodded in agreement without any hesitation.
Such a cheerful agreement surprised Princess Ankang.
You know, this guy is usually very stingy. Not to mention asking him to write a poem, he just ignores me. What happened today? Did you take a big pill?
While I was deep in thought, I heard a clanking sound of bowls being knocked.
Princess Ankang couldn't help looking towards the door suspiciously, and secretly thought in her heart, this is the beggar who came to beg for food, why did he end up at the tea house?
I glanced at the door, but found no one there.
Listening carefully again, it turned out that the sound of knocking was actually coming from in front of me. To be precise, it was coming from the scholar in front of me.
Ahem, it turns out that the scholar wanted to sing this poem in the form of a ditty.
It's just that in this public place
...How embarrassing!
Princess Ankang glanced around secretly and found that many people in the tea house had heard about Tokyo. At this time, they all looked at her table with curious faces.
On the opposite side, Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi were also extremely embarrassed, their pretty faces were red, they lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
While I was struggling in my heart, I heard the scholar opposite sing the first line with a strange emphasis:
“Have a great Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival!”
As soon as the song was played, the paying attention of the tea guests around them suddenly stood on the spot as if struck by lightning.
"The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is so exciting!"
puff……
One of the guests who was drinking tea couldn't bear it anymore and sprayed it.
"He can compose poetry!"
The scholar was immersed in the beautiful song, tapping the bowls and chopsticks rhythmically, and singing while shaking his head.
All around, the guests were stunned. There were sparse drools left at the corners of their mouths. They formed a message and dripped along the edge of the table.
"He'll be right!"
The scholar's expression was obviously very excited. Under everyone's dull eyes, he stood up and looked up to the sky: "Wow, wow!"
The guests were shocked, the shopkeeper was shocked, and the waiter was also shocked.
Even the storyteller standing on the stage was stunned.
Whoosh...
Princess Ankang couldn't stand it anymore at first. After putting down her teacup, she hid her face and ran away.
That agile movement is like a nimble little tabby cat.
But why is she covering her face?
Don’t you sing well?
Lu Heng looked at the door and scratched his head in confusion. He turned around and looked at Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi opposite, their heads almost lowered to the ground.
"Well……"
Before Hua could say anything, she saw Wang Tingzhi, her delicate body trembling slightly. She didn't dare to look at herself, with her head lowered and her face red. Like a frightened little rabbit, she stood up and jumped in.
The smile on Lu Heng's face suddenly froze.
He cast his gaze numbly on Liu Qingqing.
"My lord, I am feeling a little unwell today, so I will go home first!"
Liu Qingqing blushed and didn't even dare to raise her head. After saying something in a panic, she bowed slightly, suppressed her laughter, and walked out of the tea house.
In the tea house, only Lu Heng, who was standing there with a strange look on his face, and a group of guests who were struck by thunder were left.
He turned his head and glanced around.
I found that all the tea guests were still looking at me with dumbfounded expressions.
There was a guest at the tea table. Perhaps because he sang so beautifully, he was immersed in it for a while and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't even notice that the tea pouring out of the teapot in his hand wet his pants.
"Everyone..." Lu Heng smiled and cupped his hands, picked up the tea, took a sip, moistened his throat, and prepared to continue.
As a result, as soon as he said a word, he saw the guests in the tea house who were immersed in the wonderful music just now. The eyes that were looking at him with admiration suddenly changed, as if they were seeing ghosts. Their faces suddenly turned pale and their bodies became violent.
He was twitching as if he was having epilepsy.
Two people were so excited that they rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.
"Help!"
After a brief silence, the guests all let out a scream. Suddenly, like a tide, they rushed out towards the door.
For a moment, there was a loud sound in the tea house as tables, chairs and benches were being lifted up.
When the boss standing behind the counter saw this scene, Lian was as pale as ashes.
…
"What a blessing!"
On the way back, Lu Heng thought of the guests in the teahouse who had been kicked away by him, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and he spoke angrily.
Beside them, the three women looked at Lu Heng's deflated appearance, covering their mouths and giggling.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Heng asked speechlessly, his head covered with black lines.
Unexpectedly, it was okay not to ask. Once asked, the three women couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.
Lu Heng: "..."
When they were about to return to the house, the three girls were still laughing so much that their stomachs ached, which made Lu Heng extremely depressed.
Just when he was about to say something and show off his power, he saw Liu Qingqing stopped laughing, rubbed her belly, and comforted the dark-faced Lu Heng, saying: "Okay, sir, don't be angry!"
"Yes, yes!" Princess Ankang nodded fiercely and gloated: "Isn't it just embarrassing? What's the big deal? You are so thick-skinned, why are you afraid of being embarrassed?"
What do you call this? Are you praising me?
Lu Heng rolled his eyes and moved his lips. He was stunned by Princess Ankang's words and couldn't even say a word.
I was depressed in my heart, and when I got home, I felt even more depressed.
Because, when Fatty Hong, who was standing at his gate, saw him coming back with the three girls, he rushed over immediately, grabbed his hand, and refused to let go. His eyes were shining and he asked: "Yong
That’s right, I heard that you sang a shocking little song today that scared everyone half to death, is it true?”