This famous girl in the flower house is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also has many talents.
Famous people such as Li Shishi are charming and graceful, with a variety of charms. Even the famous Huizong of the Song Dynasty, who was excellent in poetry, prose and singing, and excellent in calligraphy, chess, calligraphy and painting, also said, "It's better to just leave. It's just a journey with few people."
Although the people in this building are not as good as famous people, they are much smarter than ordinary scholars.
Being favored by these girls and being invited to banquets or to talk about poetry and the like is a very prominent thing.
If we can go one step further and get that person, and the two of them have an in-depth communication, it will be more proof of his ability, which will greatly satisfy these readers of sages and sages.
The flowers in this house are not as fragrant as wild flowers, let alone wild flowers that are sought after by thousands of people. Even Cao Mengde said: "A wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than a steal, and a steal is worse than being unable to steal."
Hehe, the more unattainable and unobtainable this is, the more precious it is and the more it can arouse the sense of conquest in a man's heart.
Just like Brother Meng De, Tong Que Chun has a deep lock on Er Qiao. . .
Jingzhou stood alone, too conspicuous, so he walked over and said with a smile: "Brothers, I'm new here and I don't know much about this girl Lingyu, so I'd like to trouble you to explain it to me."
One of the greatest joys for men is to discuss women together, especially beautiful women.
Everyone here was not a suitor of Miss Lingyu. When they saw Jingzhou Xiaobai, who seemed to be here for the first time, they all became interested immediately.
"This little brother doesn't know that Miss Lingyu is a first-class person. Which of us are here not just to take a look at Miss Lingyu?"
"Haha, what Brother Zhang said is extremely true. I'm not afraid of your jokes. In order to meet Miss Lingyu today, I specially spent money to buy some poems. I must make Miss Lingyu shine tonight."
After the man in green clothes finished speaking, he ignored everyone's similar gazes and began to imagine the scene of meeting Miss Lingyu alone.
At this time, an old man with a gray beard, about fifty years old, shook his head and said: "You young people are full of energy and blood, but you just can't calm down."
"Old Master Zhang, you are so calm. For decades, I have never heard of you being able to hold a beauty back. Besides, have you brought any elixirs with you today..."
"Hahaha...."
In this land of fireworks, there are many elderly people. It is a rare story that a pear blossom crushes a begonia.
Which circle has the most people looking for flowers and asking questions?
A literati, a very high-level literati!
"Literary can write love poems, martial arts can hehehehe" is the true portrayal of these scholars in the building.
In this era, being a sentimental scholar is not considered a scumbag; on the contrary, it is an elegant thing and is highly sought after.
In this vast history, if you count the literati and poets in detail, which one is not a debt of love?
Who doesn’t know the name of Mr. Su?
Not only did Mr. Su renew his relationship immediately after his wife died, but the new person was also his deceased wife’s cousin.
In the circle of literati, hey hey hey is considered a skill, hey hey is steady, hey is fast, hey is so catchy that people are off guard, the next day your name will be spread all over the streets and alleys, and you will be sought after by people of the same profession.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Miss Bi'er is down."
As everyone was talking, a little girl came down from the second floor.
She was wearing a green dress with little orchids on it. She had a red face, a pair of big watery eyes, and her long hair was pinned back by a hairpin. She looked extremely beautiful, like a little adult.
There are two bells slightly smaller than dragon eyes hanging on the ankles of the girl in green. The bells jingle when she walks.
She walked up to the stage and said, "Gentlemen, Mrs. Magatama wants everyone to get ready. Miss Lingyan has already dressed up."
Many people downstairs knew that this was the little girl who used to deliver messages for the top brass, so they became quiet when they saw her speaking, which was very different from the bustling noise before.
She was not that big, but her words reached everyone's ears clearly in this quiet environment.
When everyone saw that she had finished delivering the message, they jumped back to the second floor, leaving a crisp "ding-dong" sound. At this time, the first floor became lively again.
Although there are occasionally half a gangster drinking in the corner, it does not affect the lively scene.
Generally speaking, people in the world rarely come to such an elegant place.
Most people in the world don't know a few Chinese characters. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to come to such a place where literati gather?
Although they are powerful in the world, in the hands of the real people in power, they are just clowns and can be destroyed easily.
No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot defeat the country.
There are many dignitaries in the flower house!
If people in the world have needs, more often than not they go to the women's branch.
After all, it is more direct there, with one source of money and one origin, pure transaction.
Coincidentally, in the corner to the south, the one who just bowed his head and drank was Linghu Chong, the great disciple of Huashan.
He came here not to look for flowers, but to have pure unrequited love for the fine wine in Yanbo Tower.
For him, there are three most important things in life, his junior sister, sword practice and drinking.
The fine wine here made him happy and reluctant to leave, but he didn't have enough money to drink it often.
After a while, the owner of Yanbo Tower, Mrs. Magatama, came out.
She is young, about thirty, wearing an eight-treasure jade hairpin and a fiery red peony inlay skirt that cannot cover up her curvy figure, and the bright lights outline her delicate face.
Her charming eyes and waist like a water snake made many people downstairs look at Xiaoyue with passion.
It's a pity that there are no monks here, otherwise Jingzhou would really want to ask: "Quietly ask the holy monk if my daughter is beautiful, my daughter, is she beautiful..."
"Now it seems that the monk riding the white horse is indeed a virtuous and eminent monk. His heart is as pure as ice and he will not be shocked if the sky falls!"
Eighty-eight thousand miles, ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, calculated carefully, Tang Monk has only passed one difficulty, and the remaining eighty difficulties are all the senior brother's. . . .
"How many heroes have been stumped by this daughter's love affair!"
"He is an overlord with overwhelming power and arrogance. Isn't he also Yu Ji? Yu Ji Nai Ruo?"
"On the contrary, Liu Sanlai and Liu Da'er, who says "women are like clothes", are getting along very well. Hehe, in this world, it is king to draw a sword to cut off love and not have a woman in your heart!"
Jingzhou sighed slightly in his heart, and then thought of Ximen Chuixue and Dugu Qiubai. . . . . .
Mrs. Magatama was full of charm, her red lips slightly parted, and said: "Let's do whatever we want today, and don't follow any rules. Anyone who can get Lingyu's heart can go to the Luhua Pavilion upstairs."
She said it casually, but many people downstairs frowned. This kind of random poetry is not really random writing. Although there is no framework, it must be written according to the situation.
Otherwise, if you really write it casually, it will only add to the joke.
If the Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival were approaching, everyone would still be able to write about admiring the moon and going to the lantern festival. But there is no holiday after today, and nothing happens before today, so it is really difficult to write in this way.
It is not impossible to write about the talented and beautiful girl Lingyan, but this kind of poem has been written countless times. How can they come up with new ideas when they write it again.
At the moment, several people were scratching their heads anxiously.
Although it is not difficult to write this poem together, how many people can be like Cao Zijian and can complete a poem in seven steps?
The previous brother Wang was also sweating anxiously. He had prepared a lot for tonight, but now none of them could be used.
According to past situations, what he prepared could be used more or less, but who would have thought that today he would break the previous rules.
this. . . What should I do?
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