Front room, wine room.
Some of the guests have left, and some of the guests have not yet left.
After the tea party is over, the unsuccessful guests have two choices.
1: Go to another study room to continue the next scene.
Two: If you are too drunk and tired, you can go to the first floor and choose a Changsan attendant who is still free today to sleep with you.
"Sir, it seems that Mrs. Xue Xue doesn't want to sell you."
Zhang San looked at Zhao Ding with anxiety between his eyebrows.
The poem was sent, but what was exchanged was a light sentence.
Obviously, my prince's poem did not impress Lady Shuyu.
At this time, Huangfutai, who had already suffered a setback and ran back in despair, sneered: "After all, she is a woman from Yanchen. Although she is famous, she is only worthy of her name. How can she understand the essence of my brother's poems?"
From what Huangfutai said, it was obvious that he was bragging more than reality.
The corners of Zhang San's mouth twitched.
Have you seen it?
You just blow it?
Of course, Zhao Ding is by the side, and since they are basically freeloading today, Zhang San will naturally not directly expose it.
After all, this face still has to be given.
"Sir, how about I go in and ask you questions?"
I came here for a while and saw that there was still no movement in the house.
Zhang San stepped forward, took a look, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Ding with a tentative voice.
"Need not."
Zhao Ding shook his head.
In fact, now he has no confidence in his heart.
This song "Two Songs for a Blooming Snow" was actually copied by Zhao Ding directly from "Two Songs for a Singing Girl" written by Li Shangyin, a great poet in the late Tang Dynasty known as "Little Li Du".
It's nothing more than a name change.
It stands to reason that based on Li Shangyin's historical evaluation, as well as the novelty of his conception and the beauty of his style, especially his proficiency in love poems.
It shouldn't be able to impress a bookstore.
This is the genius who is known as Xiao Li Du together with Du Mu, and is also known as "Wen Li" together with Wen Tingyun.
Both Du Mu and Wen Tingyun are great poets who have left a strong mark on history.
How could a poem written by a person like this not impress a brothel girl?
This is impossible.
She has no reason to reject me.
If this poem were written to me, well, forget it, I'm afraid he would hang me up and beat me.
Zhao Ding thought for a while and decided to forget it.
Although with Zhao Chongyuan's character, he might like him privately, on the surface, he was designated to give Zhao Ding a lesson.
After all, as a member of the royal family, you still need to save face.
Could it be that this so-called talented and beautiful lady from Shuyu is really just a show-off?
Was it Qinghefang's deliberate attempt to gain fame and sell his persona?
Are you essentially an uneducated person?
But this is obviously impossible. If the Blooming Snow Bookstore is really a flower stand, it will never win the recognition of literati.
After all, the scholars these days are all really talented and learned. They have read poetry and books since childhood. Although they may be a little more flexible because of this, they are much better than the showy ones like Zhao Ding.
Another half a while passed.
There was still no movement in the back room.
The group of people were a little anxious.
Zhang San even broke in directly several times.
But Zhao Ding stopped him.
In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, it is not good to spread it!
Creaking, creaking...
There was a squeezing sound caused by the soles of shoes stepping on the wooden board.
The wine house is inward, close to the back room.
The curtain shook.
The maid who had followed Madam Shuyu towards the back courtyard ran out all the way.
In this era, there is no such thing as the almost pathological hobby of the Three-inch Golden Lotus.
No matter whether it's a lady from a wealthy family or a commoner, they don't have the habit of binding their feet.
At this moment, as the maid ran out of the back room, the people in the wine room couldn't help but look at the maid.
But the maid seemed to have no time to care about this at the moment.
Still standing on tiptoes, he looked around the crowd, with a trace of anxiety on his delicate little face.
After searching in the crowd for a long time.
Then he shouted.
"May I ask who is Mr. Huangfu Ming?"
The reason for shouting like this is because Zhao Ding didn't really care about tea games before. In addition, apart from occasionally chatting with each other, he rarely talked to others from beginning to end. Naturally, it was difficult to attract people. The maid's attention.
"Here, here!"
Zhang San said hello, waving to the maid and pointing at Zhao Ding.
The maid followed the call and saw Zhao Ding standing in front of Zhang San. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then a gentle smile appeared on her delicate face. She walked up to Zhao Ding with lotus steps and shouted delicately: " Mr. Huangfu, was the poem you just gave to my wife written by you?"
Huangfutai looked shocked and looked at Zhao Ding in surprise.
He thought Zhang San was bragging to him before.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Dingran actually wrote it.
Zhao Ding cleared his throat and nodded: "It's me."
The maid smiled, became more respectful, lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "My wife has invited you."
Zhao Ding nodded calmly and followed the maid towards the back room behind the wine house.
This scene also attracted the attention of the guests in the wine house who were still unwilling to give up and wanted to drink some new tea.
"Hey, why did he follow you in?"
"This...this...this is a bit against the rules. How can two people get in?"
"Just now I heard the maid next to Xue Xueshu said that the young master seemed to have written a poem, and I happened to see what he and the young man wrote."
A middle-aged man from a wealthy family walked up to Zhang San and Huangfu Tai, cupped his hands and said: "You two, can you tell me why the young master was able to go in and what poem he composed?
How did you impress Lady Shuyu?
Could you please let me know. "
Zhang San was too lazy to answer.
Huangfutai wanted to talk to him, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he stood there awkwardly.
Composing poetry, who knows what poems he composed.
Therefore, he could only stand there awkwardly, just looking at the few people who came over to ask questions with a smile on his face.
Everyone could naturally see that Huangfutai might really not know.
But I felt inexplicably unhappy with Zhang San's attitude.
But looking at Zhang San, he looked like a practicing master, especially the thick calluses on the palms hidden in the cuffs.
A few people were still very knowledgeable and did not ask any further questions.
He could only roll his sleeves and return to his original position with some embarrassment.
When Huangfutai saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Anyone who is willing to spend thirty taels to come here just to see Shu Yu and his wife is a respectable person even in the capital.
And Zhang San is obviously the follower of his clan brother.
But a follower dared to look down on these prominent figures in the capital, and he looked confident.
It seems that the origin of his clan brother is really not simple.
Thinking of this, Huangfutai's eyes couldn't help but become a little eager when he looked in the direction of the back room.
