The bidding outside continued, and occasionally scholars took action, and the poems were sung, which attracted a lot of shouting.

Since Zhu Qi did not plan to join in the fun, he followed Zhu Di to drink and have fun in the house. After hearing the price soaring to 1,200 taels, he sighed in his heart that this is probably not the highest record in the 14th century.

Zhu Di had already drunk seven or eight points of guilt. At this time, he was in the arms of the two girls, sometimes with a brain cushion and sometimes with a facial cleanser. He was so happy.

Zhu Qi was naturally very calm, so he hugged three girls, and two were lying behind him. The scene was like the girls had Zhu Qi on them.

However, I drank a little too much. Zhu Qi wanted to go to the toilet, so he reluctantly pulled out of the girls' piles, then pushed open the door and walked towards the cottage. The outside of the house was still very lively, and the group of people shouted that they were blushing, and the courtesan left early, which made people regret not seeing the face.

Zhu Qigang walked through the corridor, but suddenly saw a figure walking straight towards him. He didn't care at first, but the man came beside him and grabbed his arm, then took out a small token and whispered again.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is watching. You should write a poem to overwhelm the heroes, otherwise you may not be able to pass this level."

Zhu Qi sobered up.

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Xu Miaoyun sat in the room next to Zhu Qi, waiting patiently for the new poem by King Zhu Qi of Liao. This is the main purpose of her coming here.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn’t hear Zhu Qi’s poems come out. After all, from just now, when singing poems, I have reported the room number and the name of the person, which is also an opportunity for scholars to make themselves famous in front of others.

Xu Miaoyun drank tea one sip after another, and Xu Zengshou, who was next to him, became more and more desperate. He was originally worried about whether His Highness the King of Liao would take action, but found that His Highness the King of Liao didn't need to take action at all. The outrageous offer outside had already left him hopeless.

Now it’s already the price of 1,500 taels of silver! Not to mention buying a courtesan with a bed and pillow, even ten is enough!

Anyway, Xu Zengshou really couldn't afford it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt sad, he was in vain. After drinking the wine, he stood up and said to Xu Miaoyun:

"Girl, go, there's nothing to see. Brother, I'm really running empty-handed this time."

Xu Miaoyun rolled her eyes and said:

"Didn't you take two poems from me?"

Xu Zengshou was unhappy and said sadly when he heard this:

"The King of Liao is by the side, how dare I show off my skills?"

Xu Miaoyun was displeased when she heard this and said:

"How come Is my poems worse than His Highness the King of Liao?"

Before Xu Zengshou could reply, a noise suddenly came from outside, and someone vaguely heard:

"That talent took action last time!"

"Who was the last time?"

"The one who wrote "Song of Drinking Under Flowers"!"

"Really?"

"Isn't it? I did "Drinking under the Flowers" last time, and Xiaoxiang Pavilion and other brothels were singing it. It seems that the poem I made this time must be good!"

Xu Zengshou never expected that His Highness would actually write poems again. It was just that the outside was noisy, and even the sound of singing was suppressed. But it didn't matter. Someone sang poems below, and there was an elderly scholar next to him who wrote them with a big head brush.

Xu Miaoyun almost stood up, pushed open the door and walked out, grabbed the railing and looked down, and saw a large piece of paper placed on the six long tables. The scholar's pen was like a dragon and a snake, and soon he wrote down the first half of the poem.

""A Plum Blossom"

The rain hits the pear blossoms deep and closes the door, and bears youth alone and loses youth. Who can discuss the pleasures and joys? The soul is ecstatic under the flowers and the soul is ecstatic under the moon."

The first half of the song "Yi Jian Mei" was just written. The crowd, which was originally noisy because of the prince's presence, gradually became quiet. The entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion was crowded with people, but at this time they all held their breath and looked at the scholar in the hall, splashing ink and writing.

Although everyone present came to entertainment venues to find happiness, just like the Tang and Song dynasties, in the literary world at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it was common to have a brothel vocabulary. Many of these grand events actually had a profound literary heritage.

As soon as I saw this half poem, just a few sentences seemed to appear in front of me. The courtyard had the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the feeling of hatred of wasted time was vividly displayed on the paper.

A discerning person saw it at a glance and said:

"This is about writing about the complaints!"

Since the prosperity of poetry in the Tang and Song dynasties, the works of "bool resentment" have been widely written by poets of all ages. The more common the subject matter is, the more difficult it is to come up with new ideas. The Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song dynasties have seized the literary spirit from ancient times to the present. By this time in the early Ming Dynasty, there were not many good sentences left to the poet.

But in the first half of the article, it is already a masterpiece.

The old scholar who wrote the book seemed to think the poem was good, and after a pause to appreciate it, he continued to write it under the urging of others.

"I am sad and missed the peak of my eyebrows. I frown all over the sun, thousands of crying marks, thousands of crying marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I think of you when I walk, and I think of you when I sit."

When the last word fell down, in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that they could see a woman living alone. She often frowned and cried in the four seasons, looking at the sky, looking at the clouds, sometimes getting up and walking, sometimes sighing and sitting, the kind of burning love in the heart of the Youwan woman that can be felt through time and space.

"I think of you when I walk, and I think of you when I sit..."

Xu Miaoyun looked at the poem and kept muttering it repeatedly. After a while, he let out a sigh: "What a good word."

Xu Zengshou stood beside him, looking at his girl's infatuated appearance, couldn't help but reach out and patted her arm, and asked, "Is it so good?"

Xu Miaoyun was unhappy and said angrily: "It's not just good. Even if this poem is left out of Tang and Song dynasties, it will not be inferior to others."

Xu Zengshou curled his lips. He ran around in the fields and grew up with mud legs. He hadn't read a few days ago, so he naturally didn't understand these things. But looking at the excited appearance of the scholars and the attitude of his own girls, I think this poem is no worse than the last time "Drinking under the Flowers".

There were even scholars who took out their brushes and started copying them on their sleeves. They probably were worried that they would forget them. The madam at Xiaoxiang Pavilion was also very excited. Seeing the appearance of those scholars, they knew that another amazing poem was published. They were so happy that they wished they could send ten girls to serve the two noble people in the room.

The singer was about to step down from the stage, but suddenly saw someone wavering to him. The singer turned pale, but he nodded, cleared his throat, and shouted in a loud voice:

"This poem is in the Wufang of Yin, and the King of Liao, Zhu Qi, gave it to the poet Xuan'er. The name of the poem is: a clip of plum blossoms!"

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Chapter completed!