Xie Wule and Xu Bulao drank two glasses of wine. After a while, the music in the building stopped abruptly, and the dancers swaying on the dance floor also retreated one after another. The hall suddenly became spacious.
The woman who was serving everyone removed the table and said, "Sir, please move to the hall."
The women retreated one after another, and Xu Bulao grabbed Xie Wule and walked quickly towards the hall.
Xie Wule was a little confused: "Brother Xu, what's going on?"
"Today's highlight is about to begin. Let's walk faster and get a position closer to the front." As he spoke, Xu Bulao pulled him and quickened his pace.
Everyone came to the hall and stopped in front of a step about two inches high. Xie Wule walked very fast and could only occupy the third row.
Xu Bulao looked around and said with satisfaction: "It's not bad. Although it's not the front, at least you can see clearly. Look at the people behind, it's miserable. They basically have no chance of this beautiful thing today."
Xie Wule also smiled.
"As everyone knows, Miss Zhuang has never received a guest in person since she came to our Jinyu Building for more than a year, and no one has seen her face under the veil. She is very popular among guests just because of her music, chess, calligraphy, painting, etiquette, music and dance, and she has become a The oiran of our building."
Xie Wule followed the sound and saw a plump woman in her thirties standing on the stage. She must be the madam.
"A few days ago, Miss Zhuang suddenly told me that she wanted to entertain the guests in person, so we all gathered together today."
"It's just that the number of places is limited. Only one person can get this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. According to Miss Ying Zhuang, I will hold a poetry conference today."
"In the end, whoever has the best poems and pleases Miss Zhuang the most will get the spot."
After saying that, the audience cheered like a wave, and the madam retreated.
You know, there was once a rich man who wanted to spend a lot of money to buy Miss Zhuang for one night, but in the end he only got a "see you off" from Miss Zhuang. Even Miss Zhuang didn't see anyone. How can you not be happy when Miss Zhuang entertains you for free today?
Xie Wule is not as enthusiastic as others. First of all, he is looking for a passionate swordsman. Secondly, he is not familiar with poetry and even if he wants to, he will not be able to do it. He is almost just a theater person.
The cheers gradually became smaller, and everyone looked at me and me, and they seemed to be unwilling to be the first to take the lead, waiting for the winner.
The crowd suddenly started to move, and under the gaze of everyone, a man holding a fan came onto the stage.
Many of the people discussed in the novel below have excellent hearing after Xie Wule practiced martial arts.
"Look at that man, how many months have he been here? He's just showing off with a fan."
"That's right."
After the man holding the fan came on stage, he looked at the dark crowd of heads below and raised his voice: "Brothers, please be quiet for a moment. I don't think anyone wants to be the first to come up, so I just tried it with the idea of inspiring others. try."
"This poem of mine was inspired by the scenery in the courtyard when it was snowing a few days ago, and I felt embarrassed."
As soon as these words came out, there were whispers below.
"I just write poetry. I also use the courtyard of my home, as if his home is very big."
The man holding a fan bowed to the audience,
"There is an abstraction on the river,
There is a dark hole in the well.
The yellow dog is white on the body,
White dog has swelling on his body. "
As soon as this poem came out, there was silence in the audience. If you say it is good, the wording is vulgar; if you say it is not good, the whole poem is written about snow, without a single word "snow", but the shape and spirit of snow are vivid.
Everyone looked at the man holding the fan standing on the stage with a smile, and felt very uncomfortable.
"Pfft~ This poem is so interesting." Miss Zhuang, who was sitting behind a screen on the third floor, couldn't hold back her laughter.
Everyone felt much better after listening to the silver bell-like sound.
"Go down, you made Miss Zhuang laugh with that bad poem."
"That's right, come down, you won't be embarrassed if you're still standing on top."
The man holding the fan had to blush under the condemnation of the crowd. Before he came off the stage, he saw a person who was smiling particularly exaggeratedly. He couldn't help pointing angrily at him: "You! I'm talking about you. If you smile like this, you can do your best."
Everyone looked at the man wearing the feather crown, who still smiled and saluted everyone: "Since this brother said so, I have no choice but to bite the bullet. Please give me your advice."
After he took the stage, he walked back and forth several times without making a sound.
The man holding the fan just now immediately laughed and said: "If you can't do it, you can't do it. Come down quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Guan suddenly stopped and said overjoyed: "Yes!" It was as if he had been waiting for the man holding the fan to say this.
"Thank God, thank you all,
How can I sing if I have no talent?
I once remembered a line from someone else’s poem,
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. "
While pacing, Yu Guan recited the poem. When he recited the first two sentences, his eyes looked at the man holding the fan many times. When he recited the last sentence, his eyes stayed on the screen on the third floor.
Behind the screen, Miss Zhuang seemed to have thought of something, her shy cheeks turned red.
The man holding the fan lowered his head and got out of the crowd. He knew that staying here would be asking for humiliation.
What a good one, I have no talent, what a good one to remember others, what a good spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold in a moment!
Did you borrow poems from others? I have never heard the saying 'a moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold' before. It was clearly his own work. The mystery of this sentence can be understood but cannot be expressed in words. It must be supernatural but cannot be expressed in words.
It even made the man holding the fan slap himself in the face.
"Good poem."
"It's really good."
Yuguan's poem made everyone in the audience admire him.
Although this poetry competition has just begun, no one dared to go up to it as soon as the poem came out, and it returned to the way it was at the beginning.
"Since no one dares to come up, let me, the passionate swordsman, come and meet this brother."
Xie Wule was shocked. He didn't expect the passionate swordsman to actually appear!
A figure passed over everyone's heads and landed on the stage very elegantly, with its back to everyone. Qinggong is very impressive. There is a long sword with a white scabbard on his waist, and he is wearing a white robe, which makes him look very chic.
The man with the feather crown shook his head and walked off the stage: "Since the Passionate Swordsman is also here, he has to be the leader today."
Xie Wule also heard that the passionate swordsman was good at writing poems and songs, but he really didn't expect that he was so frightened by the news that he would subdue others without fighting.
It had been a long time since anyone had come to the stage, and a pleasant voice came from behind the screen on the third floor: "The little lady will invite the passionate swordsman to come upstairs to talk."
Everyone in the audience cast envious looks at him.
"Wait a minute, I also heard that the Passionate Swordsman is both civil and military, and I would like to ask for advice."
Xie Wule looked at Xu Bulao in surprise.
Xu Bulao turned around and smiled at him: "I admire him very much. This opportunity is rare, so I will go and compete with him."
"Hahaha, I didn't expect there to be a clown."
"If he doesn't know what's good, I'll just see how he's embarrassed."
Xu Bulao ignored those people in the audience. In his opinion, those who dare not even go on stage are the real clowns. He bowed to the passionate swordsman and said, "I am Xu Bulao, and I would like to ask the passionate swordsman for your advice."
The passionate swordsman turned around and saluted Xu Bulao.
When he turned around, the women watching the excitement on the second floor couldn't help but exclaimed that he seemed to be even more handsome than the rumors said. Although Xu Bulao also has a beautiful appearance, he is dwarfed by him at this moment.
Xu Bulao looked up at the passionate swordsman and said, "Young knight is famous all over the world, can you let me come first?"
The passionate swordsman made a gesture of invitation to Xu Bulao.
The women on the second floor sighed again after seeing this.
"Wow, the young hero is really stylish. I love him."
"Unlike some people who have no ability but still humiliate themselves."
...
"Thank you." Xu Bulao turned a deaf ear and coughed twice:
"
There is a beautiful woman. I will never forget her when I see her.
Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.
The phoenix is soaring, and the phoenix is begging for it from all over the world.
Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall.
Use the qin to express your words, and write your heartfelt chats.
When will I see Xu Xi? It comforts my hesitation.
Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.
If I can't fly, I will perish.
"
As soon as the poem came out, the entire audience fell silent, and the literati and poets in the audience were all thinking about it.
Xu Bulao exhaled:
"
The phoenix comes back to its hometown, and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.
If you don't meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now?
There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines.
How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, soaring together!
The phoenix is here, the phoenix is here to live with me, and I have to entrust the breeding tail to be my concubine forever.
Friendships are harmonious and the hearts are harmonious. Who knows how to meet each other in the middle of the night?
Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad.
"
Xie Wule was greatly shocked. He thought that the pause just now was almost over, but he didn't expect that there would be a continuation. Even he who did not understand poetry was moved by the artistic conception of this poem.
Suddenly a voice came from the audience: "Brother, can you sing it again? I can write it down."
As soon as someone takes the lead, everyone shouts.
The madam suddenly walked up to Xu Bulao and whispered in his ear: "Follow me, Miss Zhuang is waiting for you upstairs."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw Xu Bulao being taken away.
"Hey, what did you remember?"
"I remember....."
"I remember what happened next..."
Everyone in the audience was piecing together each other's words. Some women on the second floor were fighting for the passionate swordsman.
"A good poem is a good poem, but it's not fair at all that the Passionate Swordsman has not written a poem yet so we know that he must be inferior."
"That's right, I also want to see what kind of poems such a handsome young hero can compose."
"Hey, there's nothing we can do about being sad here. Who says we can't make the decision?"
"Our young hero has obviously worked very hard, okay?"
What do these people they are complaining about know? They don’t understand poetry at all! I didn’t listen or appreciate it, I just followed the five senses.
Miss Zhuang wiped her tears secretly inside the screen. This poem reminded her of herself. She already had the person she liked. How much did she want to stay and fly with him? But he didn't understand my feelings at all and kept messing around with me. Today I will choose this Xu Bulao but not you. Not only will I not choose you, I will not even give you a chance to let you have a taste of this.
That's right, the person Miss Zhuang is attracted to is the passionate swordsman. They were childhood sweethearts. He had clearly promised to take her before, but now...
"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? I overcame many difficulties and obstacles to win. Why do you feel so wronged by choosing me?"
Miss Zhuang was hit on the head from behind. I chose you out of mercy, and you still hit me? Miss Zhuang turned around angrily and was carried into the house before she could curse.
"Woo, woo, let me go. What do you want to do? Let me go."
Miss Zhuang struggled wildly in Xu Bulao's arms and bit his arm hard. Xu Bulao let go of Miss Zhuang in pain.
Miss Zhuang looked at Xu Bulao, and now he regretted it. Originally, he just wanted to make the passionate swordsman angry, but he did not expect that Xu Bulao was honest on the surface, but in fact he was a coward. He shivered in fear and backed away: "Don't come over here. I'll call someone if you come over again. I'm warning you, that passionate swordsman is my unmarried husband. As long as you dare to take a step forward."
Xu Bulao still looked at Miss Zhuang with a lustful look, and approached step by step: "How about I get closer? He is your fiancé? Didn't you choose me? It's too late to regret now!"
Miss Zhuang was so close that she pressed against the wall with no way to retreat. She cried and said, "I just want to be angry with him, a heartless man. I said he wanted to marry me, but he is messing around with women every day. That's why I came here." I haven’t received anyone for so long since I came here. I hoped that he would come to me, but he didn’t come.”
"I just spread the word that I was going to entertain guests when I heard he came here, wuwuwu. I just wanted to see if he was in a hurry. Please let me go."
Xu Bulao didn't listen to what she was saying and took off his clothes as he walked.
"Even if I die, I won't be able to help you. I still want to keep my innocence." Seeing that her begging for mercy had no effect, Miss Zhuang resolutely ran to the window and jumped out.
Miss Zhuang closed her eyes, feeling the weightlessness of jumping off the building, and felt extremely regretful: "Bitch, I will marry you again in my next life."
On stage.
The passionate swordsman stared at the screen upstairs for a while, then drifted away under the charming eyes of many women on the second floor.
