Su Weier sadly stuffed the letter into her sleeves and sat aside without saying a word. Although she had read a lot of poems and books, her talents were still insufficient compared to those of the disciples of Dangyang Academy who were among the most talented people in the world.
"Master Song Yi of Dangyang Academy dedicated a poem "Bamboo Branch Poems" to Miss Liu Ruyanliu of Yanyu Pavilion"
Liu Ruyan took the manuscript with a calm face and read: "The willows and red flowers on the bank are facing the wind and melancholy, and the spring water of Qinhuai River flows with the river. The willows are green and the flowers are red like mother's wishes, and the boundless river is full of melancholy."
"Sister Ruyan, it seems that you, a beauty who is famous for Qin Huai, may be the wife of a Jinshi in the future." Qin Waner said mischievously.
Liu Ruyan shook her head helplessly: "Lu Yi, please spread the poems and sing along."
"Now five poems have been published, and the only ones missing are sisters Wan'er and Wei'er. You must be looking forward to it, right?"
"Sister Bizhu, your Mr. Lin has been waiting for a long time to be your guest, and you are still teasing Wan'er."
Xue Bizhu was startled, and his face turned red: "That stinky girl is talking nonsense, what kind of guest is she?"
Qin Wan'er frowned and looked up outside the cabin, waiting for her poems.
Xue Bizhu gently walked to Su Weier and sat down: "Sister Weier, you are so distracted, what happened?"
Su Weier came back to her senses: "Sister Bizhu, I have a headache. Can you go back early?"
Xue Bizhu's face tightened: "Sister Wei'er, what are you talking about? If you go back without knowing anything, how are you going to explain to Mother Jiang? Even if you lose, it means you are inferior to others, but it is worse than running away."
Su Weier sighed sadly: "Young Master Qin Bin just sent a letter. My mother suddenly fell ill at home and she has no time to help my sister. If my sister is at the bottom again this year, she will really have to go out to receive guests."
Xue Bizhu looked shocked: "What? Mr. Qin has already agreed, how can he break his promise?"
"Filial piety comes first. Master Qin's mother is ill, so it is naturally important to take care of her."
"Then what do you do, sister? How about I go ask Mr. Lin to see if I can compose a poem and say that it was Mr. Qin who presented it."
Su Wei cried and laughed twice: "These young masters are all in the same place. If Lin Yangming sat down to write two poems, he would naturally not be able to hide it from others."
"Master Yan Huaian of Dangyang Academy presented a poem "Female Guest" to Miss Qin Wan'er Qin of Qixiu Tower"
Qin Wan'er looked at the manuscript in her hand with joy: "It's finally here. A woman passed through fifteen cities and left me a black hair. Thousands of miles away, I miss my old friend."
Qin Wan'er's face turned red as she read it, and suddenly several women began to make fun of her.
People outside the cabin sang along one by one, and everyone on the boat applauded in congratulations.
"Boy, how many poems can you appreciate?" Li Yugang looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was arrogant, with a sneer.
Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "They are all very good, they are all very good. They are indeed the masterpieces of several great talents. They are rare to see in this life."
"How does it compare to "Ascending the Phoenix Tower of Jinling"? Which one is higher or lower?"
"Each has its own merits, each has its own charm, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, but... eh..."
Why is this old man looking at me like this when he mentions Li Bai's "Ascending the Phoenix Terrace of Jinling"?
"But what? Go on."
Liu Mingzhi blinked a few times: "Nothing, let's wait for the next masterpiece. Didn't the six girls only produce five poems? Don't be in a hurry."
"I just heard the news that something happened to one of the talents who was helping out, so only five girls got the poems. How about you help this girl with the theme of the beautiful Jiangnan that I just asked about?"
"Me? Forget it, I'm not in the same rank as them, so forget it."
Behind her, Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and the meaning in her bright eyes was clearly that you, the kid, are aware of your interests.
"The first-place poem in this Oiran Competition is a poem by Li Peichao of Dangyang Academy dedicated to Miss Su Ruyu, and the second-placed poem by Lin Yangming of Yishan Academy is dedicated to Miss Xue of Penglai Tower..."
"Miss Su Weisu of Penglai Tower was relegated to the bottom of the list because there was no one to contribute poems."
Liu Mingzhi was startled when he heard Su Weier's name. Penglailou Su Wei, wasn't that his "little mother"? The reason why he was able to extort five thousand taels of silver from the old man was because the neighbors spread the word that Mr. Liu had an unexpected intention. Taking Miss Su Weier Su from Penglai Tower as her concubine, she is also my mother. She never leaves the house and does not know about this matter.
The "young lady" is in trouble, whether to help or not. If she helps, it will spread to Mrs. Liu's ears, and the Liu family will be in a state of panic. If she doesn't, it will spread to the old man's ears, and his pocket money will probably be gone. After all, one day's love lasts for a hundred days, and in name, she is still his "little mother". After all, the old man will have some old feelings in it.
Seeing Liu Mingzhi's uncertain expression, Li Yugang chuckled and said, "If you regret it, it's not too late to compose poems now. If it's night, it will really be too late."
"If she loses the competition, will Miss Su be punished?"
"That's not true, but we might be arranged to pick up guests, maybe..."
Liu Mingzhi stood up awkwardly. If this "little lady" went to pick up guests, wouldn't the old man be in trouble?
"Isn't it just the poetry of the beautiful Jiangnan? I wrote it for my mother and for the old man. I will pirate it even if I try my best."
Qi Yun's face turned red with anger and she was filled with jealousy: "Brother, you want to compose a poem for a brothel girl?"
"Ah...Ah...Ah? Ah...Ah! Miss Qi, I have a last resort. If I don't write this poem, my young master may It will be eaten alive by the old man, or the girls will help him grind it down."
No matter what Liu Mingzhi said, Qi Yun was still jealous. You want to please a beauty, and you want this girl to help you grind it.
"Mr. Liu, the little girl's hand is injured and it's inconvenient."
After clicking his tongue twice, Liu Mingzhi had no choice but to do it himself. He couldn't let a boss like Li Yugang grind it.
After mixing the ink, Liu Mingzhi meditated on the poems about the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
"Jiangnan, Jiangnan, we have it."
Liu Mingzhi picked up his brush and began to spread ink on the rice paper, looking at the sea tide and Southeast Xingsheng. Liu Yong, no Liu Mingzhi.
In the southeast, it is the city of Sanwu. Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with willow-painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and hundreds of thousands of homes.
This word not only shows the whole picture of Hangzhou in a panoramic manner, but also highlights the important location of Hangzhou.
Clouds and trees surround the sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.
The Shangque is completed, and the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan is vividly expressed, rich and prosperous.
The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of riders with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. These few sentences vividly describe the scene where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the officials can't bear to leave here to highlight the beautiful scenery.
There will be good times in the future. Let’s go to Fengchi to praise them.
After writing the signature, Liu Mingzhi casually flicked the brush and wiped the ink on his hand: "With this poem, although it describes the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou, Hangzhou is also the hinterland of Jiangnan, so I must be free from worries."
"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, I'm going to take my leave now. We'll make an appointment another day."
Liu Mingzhi couldn't wait to go to the old man to claim credit. It was estimated that the five thousand taels were gone again.
