'Is the atmosphere of Tang Dynasty poetry so strong? '
Lin Yi naturally felt a little surprised when he heard the conversations of those scholars.
but.
He didn't have much interest. He came to Datang this time just to take a look and find Bai Shuang and the Holy Beast.
Ding!
At this moment, a ray of piano sound filled the entire Hongxiufang lobby, and the originally noisy environment suddenly became quiet.
The hands of some scholars had to calm down.
Everyone looked towards the third floor of the lobby, where a pink gauze curtain hung down, and a graceful figure playing the piano could be vaguely seen behind the gauze curtain.
clatter!
clatter!
At the same time, a dancer appeared on the stage on the second floor. With the flower petals falling and the sound of the piano playing, all the scholars were immersed in it.
They shake their heads, forgetting to study and practice, forgetting what year it is today...
soon.
Qin Bi.
The scholars opened their eyes, a little dazed, and had not yet recovered from the beautiful music.
"Miss Anxiang, you are indeed the girl Anxiang... In one word: nice!"
"Miss Anxiang is an oiran from Hongxiufang. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Such a beautiful piece of music is just an appetizer. Well, that's great!"
"This trip is not in vain, Datang is really awesome!"
Many readers couldn't help but sigh.
It is a great blessing in life to be able to listen to the courtesan from Hongxiufang playing the harp. It should come to light.
As the most romantic place in the Tang Dynasty, Hongxiufang has the background of the royal family of the Tang Dynasty. Being able to become an oiran in such a place is by no means an ordinary person.
'It's not bad, but compared with Miss Ningxiang, it's still far behind...'
Lin also thought of Miss Ningxiang.
I have to say that there are too many coincidences. This romantic place in the Tang Dynasty has the same name as the capital of Dayan.
They are all called Hongxiufang.
Especially the oiran's music brought back his memories.
At this time.
The girl Anxiang behind the gauze played a few piano sounds at random to ease the shock of the scholar, and then her voice also sounded:
"Today is not only the poetry meeting of Hongxiufang, but also... the debut of An Xiang's new composition."
"Before the new song is released, Anxiang would also like to ask you gentlemen if there are any good poems available?"
"Anxiang loves music and poetry."
"Taking advantage of the small poetry gathering in Hongxiufang, Anxiang also hopes to have more in-depth exchanges with the talented young master..."
Anxiang's voice is very beautiful, with the kind of waxy feeling that can make people feel weak all over, and her words are also very clear.
"Deep... deep communication?"
Wow!
Some scholars have extremely dirty thoughts and have already thought of other things, causing quite a stir in the hall.
In fact.
Miss Anxiang just wanted to discuss poetry with the great talent.
As Miss Anxiang finished speaking, the dancers also went down to the lobby and placed the small pieces of rice paper in their hands in front of the gentlemen.
"Is this the beginning?"
"Haha, I can't wait for a long time. Today Cao will definitely hold Miss Anxiang in his arms!"
"The Hongxiufang Poetry Club has been held hundreds of times, and every time someone makes such wild claims, but in the end, who doesn't get slapped in the face?"
"Today is different from the past, so please don't copy it!"
The scholars immediately took out the ink treasures from Qiankun's pouch, and the girl beside them had already begun to study the ink.
Those who are inspired or well-prepared can just roll up their sleeves and write as soon as they touch the ink, causing the girls around them to scream.
in the corner.
Lin Yi looked at the rice paper on the small table and remained unmoved.
Write poetry?
Sorry...he's past the age of pretending.
I have no interest in entering the dark-scented girl's boudoir, let alone any in-depth communication.
Lin Yi's indifference made the girl next to him anxious.
The reason why they are so eager to find escorts is because they intend to make a bet.
If the young master they serve can win the first place in the poetry competition, or if his poems are amazing and brilliant, they can also become famous.
"Sir, why don't you start writing? They... they all started writing." The woman said anxiously.
"ah?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I don't plan to participate in the poetry meeting, just take a look!"
"All right!"
When the woman saw that Lin Yi really had no intention of participating, she didn't say anything more and just sighed with regret.
Although being with such a handsome young master makes me feel extremely satisfied.
But in the end...it is talent that moves people's hearts the most.
"Don't plan to participate?"
The scholar at the table next to Lin Yi looked over with a smile, and covered the poem he had written in front of Lin Yi, saying: "Is it possible that he doesn't understand poetry at all? But that's right, some people rely on their parents to give them If you have a good face, you think you will have the upper hand in everything. This is a big mistake!"
"Literary education is about talent and talent."
"Appearances are of no use at all..."
Lin Yi interrupted him and said seriously: "If I had the opportunity to make you look more beautiful than me, would you be willing?"
"Is there such a good thing?"
The scholar subconsciously said, but when he came back to his senses, his face turned red instantly and explained: "I mean, it is good-looking and talented. It is strange to have such a good thing..."
This scholar was the one who was following Lin Yi.
This is also the guy who just called himself Cao.
"There is indeed no such good thing." Lin Yi said with a smile.
Although he is also a young man, he has already touched the top of the world and no longer has the desire to compete with scholars.
I just want to get things done one by one according to the plan.
Realize the great ambition he set when he was appointed to the eighth rank.
May peace be created for all eternity!
"Today's poetry meeting, I hope all the young masters can actively participate... Anxiang saw that some young masters have not started writing yet, is it... that they don't like Anxiang?"
A faintly fragrant voice sounded on the third floor.
"Who is so unwilling to give face to Miss Anxiang and Hongxiufang?"
A scholar stood up and looked around. Kong Wu's tall and powerful body gave people a great sense of oppression.
The girl next to Lin Yi trembled and whispered, "How about you, Sir, just write a few sentences..."
She didn't want Lin Yi to be targeted.
"Do all the words you write have to be handed over to Hongxiufang?" Lin Yi asked.
"You have to pay it." The girl nodded.
"Why!"
Lin Yi sighed and said helplessly: "Then I can't write anymore. You Hongxiufang can't suffer because of me."
"Ah? How could this happen? Unless you can write Mingfu's poem, and then attract others to peep..."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly, her beautiful eyes secretly showing a look of autumn.
"That's not true, it's just that this word... is not easy to keep!" Lin Yi was really worried because he left calligraphy and paintings in Hongxiufang.
If his identity is exposed in the future, I am afraid that many people will focus on Hongxiufang and compete for his calligraphy and paintings.
It was really a sin then.
"Young master, you are joking, the calligraphy of Confucian scholar is not so terrible! And behind our Hongxiu Fang is the royal family of the Tang Dynasty." The girl laughed, feeling that Lin Yi was exaggerating.
"Okay, I'll just leave a few words."
Lin Yi didn't want to embarrass the girl, so he casually left a few words on the rice paper, "Read and become a saint!"
When finished, cover it.
The girl next to me was stunned and said in surprise: "Sir, do you really only write these few words?"
"Is there anything wrong?" Lin Yidao.
"It's not..."
The girl shook her head. Of course there was nothing wrong with this. She just felt that Lin Yi was too casual and didn't know how to cherish the opportunity.
This is an opportunity to become famous in the Tang Dynasty.
If he excels, it is possible to serve the Tang royal family.
Ding!
Along with the sound of the piano, Miss Anxiang's voice also sounded: "Okay, it's almost time. Please send your poems and articles to my sisters... Thank you for your hard work!"
The girls who handed out the paper came from the backstage with trays, carefully placed the rice paper on the trays, and lined up to go upstairs.
The venue suddenly became lively, waiting for the oiran lady to turn over the cards and choose tonight's husband...
——
Xiaolangjun, come here quickly!
