In later generations, a beautiful song could make an unknown singer famous overnight; in ancient times, a wonderful poem passed down from generation to generation could also make brothel women worth a hundred times, even a "flavor" for a hundred generations. It is precisely because of this that brothel women are eager to be attracted by those talented men and try every means to get poetry from talented men to raise their own value.

At the Shangyuan Festival literary meeting, Yang Xianxian and Yang took the opportunity to ask Xu Jin for a song. The same was true for Wang Luzhu in front of him. He spoke up and asked Xu Jin for lyrics, obviously intending to make himself famous before the Courtesan Competition.

"Haha, the beauty is asking for help. How can Lord Xu bear to refuse? It's better to do what Miss Luzhu wishes." Prefect Jiang smiled and stroked his beard.

Faced with the soft-hearted beauty, it was really hard to refuse. Moreover, this woman's ventriloquy skills were indeed amazing, and it was worth copying a poem to send it to her. Anyway, it was just a small task, so Xu Jin smiled and said, "I can't do it, I just don't know what kind of words Miss Luzhu wants?"

Wang Luzhu smiled sweetly: "As long as it is done by Lord Xu, the little girl likes it."

This woman is a delicate figure, and she was very obedient and did not give Xu Jin a limited number of words or content. This way she had a broader idea and was easier to do.

Xu Jin pondered for a moment, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then the official will dip a song "Butterfly Love Flower"."

Wang Luzhu couldn't help but lit up her eyes. She was surprised by Xu Jin's quick thinking. She had a draft in such a short time and said with anticipation: "Little woman listen carefully."

Xu Jin stood up in front of everyone's eyes and chanted slowly: "I have read the pain of parting in the world, but I don't know how to return, and the flowers are falling like this. There is no word in the bottom of the flowers, and the green window is spring and the sky are dusk.

When I complain to the lamp of lovesickness, a new love and a thousand old hatreds. The most important thing is that the red face will not be kept in the world, and the red face will give me a mirror and a flower will give me a tree."

The smile on Wang Luzhu's face gradually disappeared, and she couldn't help but think lightly: "The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face gives me a mirror and a flower gives me a tree..."

Jiang Ping and Shi Haoran looked at each other. They were both genuine Jinshi and had good knowledge and good knowledge. Naturally, they understood that Xu Jin's poem was not bad, especially the last two lines, which can be called the masterpiece of painting dragons and sunshine. It is obvious that it is another masterpiece passed down from generation to generation. As expected, there are no weak people under the reputation, and Xu Ziqian's poems are not worthy of fiction.

The most irresistible thing in the world is the beautiful face that gradually aging in the mirror, just like the flowers on trees, withering and falling...

There is no doubt that Xu Jin's poem is lamenting that youth is irresistible, and that no matter how beautiful you are, you will eventually grow old. A woman like Wang Luzhu who relies on her youth to make a living will naturally be touched by tears, and a hint of sadness will arise, and her originally bright starry eyes will also dim.

"Good lyrics, rumored that Lord Xu's poems are both outstanding, but he is indeed a fictional reputation!" Shi Haoran exclaimed, and the gentry also applauded.

Wang Luzhu glanced at Xu Jin with resentment. This song "Dielianhua" is indeed a good poem passed down from generation to generation, but she was ambitiously preparing to seize the courtesan, but Xu Jin wrote a poem that was so sad for herself. It was clearly a blow to others' confidence. Humph, it must have been intentional!

This is a wrongful reproach of Lord Xu, who searched all over the world. In fact, only this poem can be used to show off, and it is "reasonable".

Although Wang Luzhu is not very satisfied, this is indeed a great poem passed down from generation to generation. Especially the two sentences with profound meanings, "The most important thing is that the red face is the mirror and flowers are the trees." are so beautiful that it makes people feel sad and sad. It is so beautiful!

"I thanked Lord Xu for giving the gift, and the little girl is very grateful." Wang Luzhu said goodbye to Xu Jinying.

The welcoming banquet did not end until nearly 8 o'clock in the evening. A group of guests left one after another. Xu Jin also returned to his residence under the escort of his two brothers-in-law and the Jinyiwei.

...

Under the night, the bustling Yangzhou City has become quiet, and ordinary people have already fallen asleep, but the Sishui River is brightly lit and the sound of silk and bamboo is lingering.

Looking around, I saw green willows on both sides of the Sishui River, and a flower boat was moored almost every distance, with lanterns hanging on the bow and stern, illuminating several feet of nearby areas.

At the center of the river, there are many flower boats cruising and passing by, and the sound of drinking, having fun, playing the piano and flute is heard on the boat. Generally, there are guests on the flower boats while the flower boats on the shore are waiting for the guests to come.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, there is an exquisite flower boat moored next to Tongsi Bridge, and only a lantern is hung at the stern, which shows that the owner here will not receive guests today.

Ding buzz... Ding buzz...

There was a sequential sound of piano coming from the ship, and the owner seemed to be practicing or composing a new song.

At this moment, the red candles in the cabin of the flower boat were lit up, illuminating the room as bright as daytime. But I saw a graceful girl in green dress sitting upright in front of a guqin, her bare hands were as white as frost and snow, and her newly peeled spring onion fingers were zipping back and forth on the strings.

This girl is about 19 or 20 years old, and she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful. Her bright eyes are like spring flowers, and she exudes a sense of spiritual energy from head to toe.

This woman is no other person. It is Wang Cuiqiao, who had met with Xu Jin. Now he is the most popular prostitute in the Qinhuai River area. He has won the title of Jiangnan Courtesan for two consecutive years. If he wins the courtesan again this year, it will be an unprecedented three consecutive championships.

So far, no one of the seniors who have been with him has won this honor, because the peak years of brothel women are only a few years old. After twenty, they are considered old, and their popularity has begun to decline. If they want to win the courtesan by over twenty, they basically have no hope.

Wang Cuiqiao is about 19 this year. This is her last time participating in the Courtesan Competition. Xiuchunlou, who belongs to, is already training her successor.

In fact, since the end of last year, Wang Cuiqiao has been preparing for the Courtesan Competition in early March this year. This Courtesan Competition involves major consequences, and the consequences are not something she, a weak woman, can bear, and it is related to the rest of her life. She must do her best to win the Courtesan.

Although Wang Cuiqiao has been the courtesan for two consecutive times, she dare not take it lightly at all, because the opponent who competes for the title is strong, she does not have much advantage in comparison and is not sure of winning.

Wang Cuiqiao has a calm personality, but she is a smart and talented woman. She knows that if she wants to win the championship, she must come up with new works that make people shine. If she just stirs up the cold rice, she will definitely lose. So during these days, Wang Cuiqiao has been racking her brains to create new songs, but unfortunately she has no idea so far, and there are only ten days left before the Courtesan Competition.

At this moment, bursts of clamor suddenly came from the shore outside the boat. Wang Cuiqiao's inspiration was instantly interrupted. By chance, a string was also broken, making a harsh sound.

Wang Cuiqiao frowned slightly like a distant mountain, and put his blood-seeming index finger into his mouth. At this time, the maid Qiu Yan walked in and rushed over to see this and said, "Miss, have you injured your hand?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury!" Wang Cuiqiao shook her head and chuckled. Her smile was still as infectious as before, like the spring breeze blowing on her face.

"Miss, let's take a break early tonight. Don't let your body break down. The loss will not be worth it." Qiu Yan called Wenshui to wash Wang Cuiqiao's hands and advised.

Wang Cuiqiao sighed lightly and said to himself: "It's good that your body is broken, but no one will worry about it."

Qiu Yan said with pain: "Miss, please stop saying such despicable words. As long as the lady can win the championship this time, she will be free, and then the maid will benefit from it."

Wang Cuiqiao apologized: "Qiuyan, I'm not sure I can win the championship this time."

Qiu Yan stopped moving for a moment and said a little angrily: "Miss, Wang Luzhu passed by our flower boat just now. It is said that he had just attended the welcoming banquet of the imperial envoy and got a new lyric. Humph, this is obviously cheating. The prefect of Yangzhou favored Wang Luzhu, and no one invited her, so she invited her to the welcoming banquet."

Wang Cuiqiao was not surprised at all, because the consortium behind Wang Luzhu was a Shanxi merchant. Shanxi merchants were in great wealth and were familiar with Jiang Ping, the prefect of Yangzhou. It would be normal to invite Wang Luzhu to attend the imperial envoy reception banquet.

"Do you know what new words Wang Luzhu got?" Wang Cuiqiao asked with a calm expression. In contrast, she was more interested in the new words Wang Luzhu got.

Qiu Yan became even more angry when she heard this. She took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Wang Cuiqiao and said, "This is specially given by someone when she passed by. Let the maid give it to you for your appreciation. It is said that this poem was written by the imperial envoy Xu Jin."

"It's him!" A picture appeared in Wang Cuiqiao's mind. A handsome young man with a straight face was holding a railing and sang a song "Linjiangxian" towards Ganjiang.

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't wait to open the note. This was the "Butterfly Love Flower" copied by Wang Luzhu. She deliberately showed off her old opponent.

"I have read all the pain of parting in the world, but I have returned from my mind, and the flowers are falling like this. I have seen each other at the bottom of the flowers without saying a word, and the green window is spring and the sky are dusk.

When I complain to the lamp of lovesickness, a new love and a thousand old hatreds. The most important thing is that the red face will not be kept in the world, and the red face will give me a mirror and a flower will give me a tree."

After Wang Cuiqiao finished chanting this poem softly, he was instantly confused and sighed softly, "The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept. The red face says the mirror and flowers. Mr. Xu tells the taste of it in one sentence. Alas... Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair in the world. Wang Luzhu has this lyrics in his hand. If he composes another good song, this courtesan will probably have no chance of me."

Qiu Yan hurriedly said, "Why not ask Mr. Xu for a good song? Mr. Xu should not refuse the lady."

Wang Cuiqiao shook his head and said, "We just met by chance, so why did we come to the door with a shy face and ask for lyrics and songs."

"Miss, you can't say that. Miss and Mr. Xu are old acquaintances after all. Mr. Xu also painted portraits for the lady back then, let alone Wang Luzhu can ask for it, so how can't the lady ask for it?"
Chapter completed!