There was a crowd of people in Zuichun Building, noisy and music. After entering the door, the young man obviously noticed that the temperature had risen a little. With the warm atmosphere, the guests who arrived here couldn't help but spend a lot of money, accompanied by the girls who were smiling like flowers. With her charming eyes, the guests became more and more wanton and frivolous.
Looking around, even Shen Li, who was keeping his heart close to his heart, also raised the corner of his mouth. Zui Chun Tower was indeed a nest of joy and a cave of gold.
"Sir, are you listening to music or meeting people?"
A servant who was familiar with the words and expressions squeezed through the crowd and asked respectfully. Seeing the young man's expression, he must have entered Zuichun Tower for the first time, so he offered him a choice.
"How about listening to music, but what about meeting people?"
"You are such a young master. I see that you are graceful and graceful, so you are bound to have no shortage of yellow and white vulgar things. There happens to be a girl sitting in the boudoir at the moment. If you want to listen to music, you can choose Miss Kou Xiaowan, Miss Li Xianglan, Miss Gu Yuanyuan and Miss Wang Mei. If you want to meet someone, the young master can tell the girl her name, and the slave can ask if the girl is welcoming guests."
Shen Li stretched his brows, shook his folding fan, and asked gracefully: "Is this Miss Kou Xiaowan wearing an incense fan pendant?"
"Oh, sir, have you heard of the incense fan pendant?"
"A piece of "Pipa Ji" was given to a destined person. It is a pity that the destined person was short-sighted and failed Miss Kou."
"Yes, those who hear it are sad and those who listen to it shed tears, but you don't have to be sad and cry. My shopkeeper has great powers and invited Miss Kou to come out again. In addition to the famous song "Pipa Ji", which is famous all over the country, the young master can choose the music to make Kou Girl plays.”
Shen Li put away the folding fan with a snap: "How much does it cost to negotiate with Miss Kou?"
"Young Master wants to make peace with Miss Kou Qin Se?"
In a place like Zui Chun Tower where people are looking for flowers and willows, the words also have corresponding understandings.
For example, if you talk about a game with your hands, you can understand the sound of the chessboard falling and clicking.
"Haha, it's just a night of hand-to-hand talk."
"Sorry, Miss Kou has a rule and does not allow guests to stay overnight."
The implication is that Miss Kou sells her art but not her body.
Look at the sky now.
The young man hit the boy on the head with a folding fan and said, "Listen to the music for two hours."
The boy was not annoyed and said with a smile: "Five hundred taels of silver can be used as banknotes."
"Young master did not bring any common things with him when he went out. Later, a servant came to present the banknotes."
"Sir, the rules of Zui Chun Tower are always to pay with one hand."
"Oh, it's a pity that the young master and Miss Kou are not destined to be together."
The waiter took Shen Li to a place with few pedestrians. His smile remained unchanged and he said kindly: "There are rules in Zui Chun Tower. If a guest leaves home in a hurry and forgets to bring any common things, he can compose a new poem in exchange for the money."
"It's really strange that there are such rules. If the poems written by me are extremely good poems, how can you tell the difference with your mortal eyes? How can you convert gold and silver?"
"Of course there are poems in Zui Chun Tower, so everyone can read them and distinguish them for you."
With everyone sitting in charge of poetry, those guests who want to just pretend to be a fool can forget about it.
The young man glanced out of the corner of his eye. On one side of the front hall, a dozen young people in scholar robes were thinking hard. It seemed that they wanted to exchange poems for money.
Bang, swing open the folding fan.
Shen Li smiled and asked, "It just so happens that I have a wonderful poem in my belly that will shock you. As soon as this poem comes out, I will not see Kou Xiaowan and want to see Yubainiang."
"If there is a wonderful poem that scares the eyes of the little slave, I will congratulate you as a master. Miss Yu is not feeling well today and will not see any guests behind closed doors."
"It's a pity for Yubainiang that I didn't get to write this poem. Keep your ears open and listen carefully."
"Little slave, I am all ears."
The young man shook his folding fan lightly, but there was no wind, which only served to highlight his handsomeness, elegance, and arrogance.
Take one step, two steps, three steps.
"The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like faces..."
Two middle-aged Confucian scholars were passing by. When they heard the young man reciting this sentence, they both stopped and listened.
They have read many poems and books, and have many good poems and lyrics in their stomachs. The first line of the young man's chant is extraordinary and contains the world. It is extremely rare in Southern Wu, where graceful and erotic poems are popular.
"The spring breeze blows through Revlon."
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.
"Okay!" The bearded Confucian scholar shouted, and then his expression became excited and his body trembled, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
Another white-faced Confucian scholar stared closely at the young man, as if in front of him he was not a wealthy young man in splendid robes, but a poet from heaven descending to earth.
With just two sentences, I can crush all the good poems in Zui Chun Lou this year in advance.
The two Confucian scholars acted exaggeratedly, causing nearby guests to hold the girl in their arms and gather around three floors to see what was going on. After hearing the two lines of poetry written by the young man in the middle, their expressions changed immediately.
Especially when the girls saw Shen Li being handsome and charming, they were beaming with joy and flirting frequently.
Shen Li shook his folding fan lightly, not caring at all about the excitement in the venue. If they were to learn that the poison they were researching was also called Revlon, I don't know how funny their expressions would be.
The bearded Confucian scholar stretched out his hand and shouted: "Quiet! Quiet! Don't disturb the young master from writing poems!!"
The crowd quickly suppressed their discussions and waited quietly for Shen Li's next lyrics.
I heard shouting downstairs, and there were also distinguished guests on the second floor leaning on the railing to watch, including important officials from the DPRK and the Central Committee and celebrities from the Confucian scholarly community.
Shen Li paces, four steps, five steps.
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, if we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain..."
Then he stopped, put away the folding fan, and patted his palms lightly, as if he was meditating.
The guests who understood poetry around me silently recited the poem, "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick." If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain...
What a poem! ! What a poem! ! !
Once this poem is published, it will definitely shock the world's famous poets! It will definitely be popular and become a classic! This young man will definitely become famous!
The boy who was following Shen Li was sweating on his forehead and felt that all the eyes of Zui Chunlou were focused on this.
As for the distinguished guests on the second floor, they couldn't hide their shock when they received three lines of poetry from Shen Li from other servants. When they looked at Shen Li, they looked like they were looking at a god!
The official in the court immediately ordered his servants: "Go and find out whose noble son he is."
Those well-educated people were no longer strict about their integrity. When they saw acquaintances, they gathered together to discuss which scholar among them had such a young man.
As for the shopkeeper of Zuichun Tower, he looked at the three lines of poems written on the note while the ink was still wet, and said with a smile: "The reputation of Zuichun Tower is completely beyond the reach of Zhuxiang Tower and Qinhua Pavilion."
Everyone on the left and right smiled and congratulated:
"Congratulations to the shopkeeper on the excellent work, and congratulations to Zui Chun Tower for being famous in the north and south!"
On the other hand, the romantic young man downstairs took the sixth and seventh steps in a hurry.
Looking up at Kou Xiaowan, who had already left Kou Zi Pavilion on the second floor, with a calm expression, he chanted:
"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. "
Everyone followed Shen Li and turned to Kou Xiaowan.
A sudden realization.
It turns out that this handsome young man gave Kou Xiaowan a poem.
The boy following Shen Li kept counting his steps silently, and then shouted loudly: "A poem is made in seven steps!! A poem is made in seven steps!! The young master is really a poet, a poem is made in seven steps!!!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
The young man waved his folding fan and looked for the stairs. With all the eyes of Zuichunlou, he walked up to Kou Xiaowan who was holding the incense fan pendant and asked: "Is "Pipa Ji" better, or my "Qingping Diao"?"
Kou Xiaowan, who had an unforgettable encounter, may have recalled the past, her eyebrows turned with nostalgia, and she whispered softly: ""Pipa Ji" is a human song, and "Qing Ping Diao" is a heavenly poem."
Greeted by Kou Xiaowan, Shen Li smiled lightly and stepped into Kou Zi Pavilion.
