It's getting late.
Xiao Zifeng took the two of them to find a place to rest and eat.
Yueyu looked at the gorgeous girls with their bare legs and shoulders, waving handkerchiefs towards them.
His expression was extremely indifferent.
Uncle Dashui looked very excited, but he shook his money bag.
He leaned into Xiao Zifeng's ear and whispered: "It's too expensive here. I know a small alley with fair prices and good service."
Yueyu, a warrior from the Second Realm, had extremely sensitive hearing. There was no difference between whispering next to her and speaking loudly in her ear.
Xiao Zifeng took out the fan he bought today and said righteously: "I just came out to eat and rest. What is Uncle Dashui thinking?"
At this time, a girl came from the side and showed half a touch of snow, which made Uncle Dashui couldn't help but widen his eyes.
While Uncle Dashui was in a daze, Xiao Zifeng pulled him in.
Uncle Dashui didn't notice that there was a big sign at the door of Yanliu Land.
During the oiran poetry meeting, the oiran dances and recites poems as his companion. Whoever ranks first in poetry tonight will be free of all drinks and meals, and will also receive special favor from the oiran.
Uncle Dashui was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Where had she seen this scene before?
Those legs are each longer than his life.
Xiao Zifeng first carefully ordered a large table of dishes, and then kicked out all the girls who planned to accompany him with drinks.
Of course, the way he chased people away was also very special. He didn't say a word, he just shook his head with a touch of power.
The old bustard here saw Yue Yu and Xiao Zifeng dressed in luxurious clothes, and thought that these two people must have too high a vision to look down on these rouge and vulgar powder, so they came for the oiran.
As for Uncle Dashui, he is naturally considered to be the subordinate of these two men.
After waiting for no one around, Xiao Zifeng began to enjoy the food.
After being separated from Xiaoliu and the others, the quality of life suddenly dropped a lot, and it was rare to go out to the city to enjoy a meal.
Yueyu didn't care much about this. She just wanted to know how this person wanted to pay, or whether he would eat the Overlord meal and run away.
Uncle Dashui was just a little absent-minded. He was still a little nervous when he came in, and then he became expectant. Now his expectations were disappointed.
Even the table full of food did not arouse much interest in him.
Xiao Zifeng urged him to eat.
Uncle Dashui pretended to be indifferent and asked: "Is it really just about eating?"
Xiao Zifeng replied: "It must be more than that. I have to sleep here tonight."
Uncle Dashui asked with great interest: "How do you sleep?"
“How can I sleep in the mountains? How can I sleep here?
Uncle Dashui, how else do you want to sleep? "
Xiao Zifeng asked with an innocent look.
Uncle Dashui:…………
Not long after, tonight's show began.
The oiran appeared, wearing emerald green clothes, stroking the guzheng and playing it slowly.
The literati listened to the music and sipped the wine as if they were enjoying the happiness of the world.
And Yueyu heard some other meanings from this music, which was sad and desolate, and the river was declining.
From great joy to great sorrow, everything is like a bubble, turning into illusion. The endless pain swallows the heart. Under the cheerful music, the hidden sadness is the suffering and suffering that others cannot understand.
And from the moment this woman appeared, the aura she exuded was different from other brothel women.
It is the nobility and elegance that have been cultivated under the influence of many years of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting from a famous family.
It seems that another unlucky official's family was sold here.
Xiao Zifeng turned a blind eye to all this, he really didn't appreciate it.
It's better to have more fun eating it.
Finished with one song.
The madam revealed the topic of this poem and lyrics.
"There is no title this time. The article is made by nature, and the wonderful writing comes by chance. The title sometimes limits everyone's performance, so this time I wrote it casually.
Whoever can be the first this time will be Miss Yunyan's first guest. "
Xiao Zifeng wiped his hands with a table mat, and then said to Yueyu: "I'll say a poem, how about you write it?"
Yueyu turned around and looked at Xiao Zifeng.
"Do you still have this ability?"
Xiao Zifeng smiled proudly: "After reading some books, I can still speak a few sentences smoothly."
"Die Lianhua, Liu..."
Yueyu asked: "Liu what?"
I wonder if this person got stuck on the first sentence, right?
Xiao Zifeng said casually: "Nothing, continue."
I almost said the author's name on the spot.
"Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is blowing, looking at the sorrow of spring...
The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty. "
Yueyu writes good calligraphy, and this is also a good poem.
If it was given to a prostitute like this, Yue Yu felt it was a pity.
"Are you sure you want to use such a good poem in a brothel?"
Xiao Zifeng waved his hands, "Yong Ye's words are not used in brothels, so where can they be used?"
It can be called a role model for men of the times, an existence that men love and hate.
The king of white prostitution makes many women worried.
From the moment he saw the sign at the door, he knew whose words to use and how to write them.
One of his poems can make many brothel girls flock to him.
"If it doesn't need to be used here, where should it be used? I think it's very suitable."
Yue Yu glanced at Xiao Zifeng briefly.
Taking a closer look at the meaning of this word, it seems that he was not just eating blindly, but also listened to the music played on the guzheng.
Yueyu gave the poem to the madam, but she also said something when she gave the poem to the madam.
Xiao Zifeng had no intention of listening.
It was too far away and Uncle Dashui couldn't hear it.
After Yueyu came back, Uncle Dashui asked, "Is that poem well written?"
Yueyu thought about the description for a moment, and then said: "It won't be long before this poem will start to spread throughout Nanling and even the Nine Kingdoms."
Uncle Dashui: "Hiss..."
Uncle Dashui couldn't help but said to Xiao Zifeng: "How about you take part in the imperial examination? I will pay for it. You are still young and there are many opportunities."
Uncle Dashui can be considered an investment. Once Xiao Zifeng passes the imperial examination, it will be of great help not only to their village, but also to him.
After establishing this relationship, he no longer has to be a bandit.
Xiao Zifeng shook his head and said: "I am not very talented and have little knowledge. It is okay to occasionally write two poems to show my sage in front of others. But if you really want me to study, take part in the imperial examination, etc., I will not be able to do it."
After drinking a glass of wine, Yue Yu said: "The entire Nanling Chaotang combined may not be able to write such a song."
This kind of evaluation can be said to be extremely high in terms of Uncle Dashui's world view.
Xiao Zifeng rolled his eyes at this. Writing poems and lyrics and studying for exams are two different things.
Li Bai is a poet. The problem is that he wants to be the prime minister. Who dares to let him be?
He was given a job as an idle official with little real power because he wrote good poems.
At the same time, the madam began to read out the poem Die Lianhua word for word.
At first, it was still noisy down there.
But as the words started to be spoken halfway through, some literati and elegant guests began to fall silent. Even some people who didn't understand noticed the difference in the atmosphere and shut up.
Until the whole poem is finished.
There was endless praise and understanding from the audience.
