Xiao Taohong is the name of a music brand, and it is also the name of this maid. In fact, strictly speaking, this should be a music brand. It is different from Dielianhua Huanxisha and other music brands. This is a new music brand that was just created in recent years. Many people in the hall have only heard of it.
There are even some people who don’t even know the format of Qu Pai. Hong Gu asked such a question today. Where can they play?
But this was not over yet. Xiao Taohong then took out a scroll from behind her and opened it in front of everyone. What she saw was a picture of a lady with delicate brushwork and graceful painting style. In the picture, there was a gorgeous and luxurious boat, and a young woman sat alone by the window and looked at it.
The blue waves in the distance are holding fragrant cheeks with bare hands, and there is a slight sadness and affection between the eyebrows, as if they are missing their beloved lover in the distance.
The quality of this painting is very high. Even people like Xu Zizhen who don't understand traditional Chinese painting were fascinated by it. Some people even cheered loudly in the hall. It was obvious that this painting was painted by Hong Gu, the number one artist here.
Xiao Taohong said with a smile: "I would like you all to write poems with Xiao Taohong as the title for this painting. I will wait here for the masterpiece."
The few people in the hall who knew this song were not enthusiastic. The question was originally difficult, but now it has restricted the artistic conception. Who can play it? Those people looked at each other, obviously there was no time for them.
People can do it, but they are too embarrassed to show weakness, so they can only pretend to be deep in thought. At first glance, it seems that everyone is thinking hard, and no one even makes a sound.
Wanyanang and Su San looked here and there with great interest. They were just here to join in the fun and had no interest in doing this question. Besides, they were not of this level, especially Su San. Asking her to memorize the Three-Character Sutra was probably
You have to be half wrong, let alone playing such a high-end thing.
Hu Qing frowned slightly and thought, it was true that she loved to wield swords and guns, but after all, she was also an official lady, and her literary talent was not bad. When she was in Suzhou, she had painted a painting at a poetry meeting by Taihu Lake.
, which really surprised Xu Zizhen. In addition, the painting in front of her reminded her of herself. This beauty was missing Ailang, so why not herself? So as soon as Xiao Taohong asked the question, she wanted to take this opportunity to ask Xu Zizhen.
Express your feelings again.
Han Shizhong was also thinking about it. Although he was a military commander, he actually had a lot of ink in his stomach. Besides, he knew the name of the song. Although it was a bit cold, it wasn't too difficult. But he came here for the beauty today, so of course he had to pay attention.
A perfect answer is required, so I will keep quiet for the time being.
But at this moment, a sudden voice broke the silence: "What the hell are you talking about? Your young lady just disappears when she doesn't want to see people. What's the point of having such a thing?"
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted, and they saw that the boy who was speaking was the boy who had been stepped on by Xu Zizhen at the door just now. He was currently putting one foot on the chair and picking his nose with disdain.
Xu Zizhen was very happy. This kid was really interesting. He was slapped in the face at the door and still had the nerve to come in. He was even more pretentious in such a pretentious place. He was not afraid of being looked down upon by others.
Xiao Taohong's face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, still smiling and saying: "I don't understand what this young master said. My lady is naturally willing to meet guests, otherwise what problem would there be?"
The boy scolded, "Would you like to meet me? Do you think I'm stupid? Look at the hundreds of men here, who can say such a thing? Isn't that young lady of yours just kidding?"
Although his words didn't sound good, the so-called literati didn't dare to talk to each other, and they all looked embarrassed. He was right. This question was not easy. No one could do it for a while.
No matter how patient she was, Xiao Taohong was a little annoyed, so she said something back: "What do you mean by playing tricks on others? Young Master, if you can't do something that's your fault, others may not be able to do it either."
The boy snorted coldly: "Well, I want to see who has this ability. If anyone can accept the invitation and enter the boudoir, I will give you a hundred taels of silver as a gift for free!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from here: "Then take out the money."
All the heads in the hall turned around, and the person who spoke was one of the two attendants behind the dirty boy. He had a very handsome face with a red face. It was Hu Qing who was disguised as a man.
Everyone was surprised. Do you mean to answer the question? This follower is a bit interesting, not simple.
Xiao Taohong was also a little surprised, but she still said with a smile: "Then please ask this young master for advice."
Hu Qing pondered for a moment and then read aloud:
"Plucking hibiscus on the clear water lake, the shadows of people fluctuate, and the cool dew stains the green silk of the clothes.
In the bright moon, the painted boat does not carry the dream of Lingbo.
Come here for a while, you will see red buildings and green roofs, and the fragrance will fill the city."
After she finished reciting, she secretly glanced at Xu Zizhen, her heart racing like a deer. Today's question happened to be in line with her thoughts. Coupled with this painting, it was just like her thoughts. She was today
A woman pretending to be a man is a bit unkind to answer the question. If Hong Gu chooses her in the end, is it possible that she and Hong Gu are really in love with each other?
"Good! Good words!"
There was a burst of applause in the hall, and then everyone's eyes turned to Xu Zizhen curiously. Even the entourage could make such kind words in such a short period of time, but what about his master?
Xu Zizhen was also stunned for a moment, and then he was so happy that he wanted to clap his hands, but as soon as he raised his hand, he noticed that Hu Qing's eyes were drifting over, and there was obviously a trace of sadness in his eyes. Xu Zizhen's hands froze for a moment, and the smile on his face became very embarrassed.
, It’s my own fault. Last time I was in Taiyuan City, I kissed her, and I accidentally looked at her naked. This time I came here and didn’t show any sign to her. No wonder this girl was unhappy.
A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Taohong's face, and then she clapped her hands and praised: "Good words, good words! This young master is so literary and talented, I admire him." As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the boy intentionally or unintentionally.
The boy was very angry. He just said that this question was difficult, and someone immediately took it, and the level was quite good. Wasn't this a slap in his face?
"Ahem... How about I come and join in the fun?" Another voice rang, and their heads turned around and found that it was the sloppy man. Of course, no one knew that this was the famous man in Taiyuan City.
Han Shizhong, General Han, before they could be surprised or suspicious, Han Shizhong chanted slowly and deeply.
"The lake is full of smoke and water, and the moon is dim. People lean on orchids and sing songs. I always remember meeting Ruoye."
Three Xiangs away, the blue clouds look across the sky with melancholy.
The beauty sighs, the lotus flowers are similar, but love is short and lotus roots are long."
After Han Shizhong finished chanting, he sat back. The hall was silent. After a moment, there was a louder cheer. It was enough that Hu Qing could answer the question. After all, he looked so handsome and neatly dressed, but Han Shizhong's image
Slightly better than a beggar, no one could have imagined that even he could compose such a poem, and that it was still so gentle and tender. The huge difference between appearance and interior made the literati present here drop their jaws.