At the same time, in the houses in the backyard of Pan's house, the women participating in the performance were putting on makeup or resting in each room. The garden of Zhishui Poetry Club was only separated by a wall from them. If they went out of the corridor, they could also go to the entrance of the road.
Watching the party going on from behind the gauze curtain.
Most of the people who can come to participate in this performance tonight are well-known women along the Qinhuai River. Most of them have their own attractions. If it were an ordinary poetry meeting, one of them could stir up the overall situation, but today...
No. Not all the people who came to the Zhishui Poetry Club were men. Many of them came with their companions. For example, Mr. Qin brought his concubine Yunniang who knew poetry. Many others came with their wives, or
The ladies of a certain family. In such an occasion, they must not become the protagonist, and even sitting out to attract attention after the performance is not acceptable.
However, even if they just go out to perform singing and dancing, as long as they have outstanding talents, it is enough to leave a deep impression on people. Women like them, if there are only many men around them, their posture will be higher and more reserved.
If it is such an occasion, you can quietly act like a green leaf, moisturizing things silently and making people remember you. Arrogance and reserve are just means, and fame is the most important thing.
The two most famous women here tonight are probably Yuan Jin'er from Jinfeng Tower and Lu Caicai from Yinchun Pavilion. In the room at this time, Yuan Jin'er is holding her cheek and looking left and right at the flowers in the bronze mirror.
Afterwards, the maid Kuan'er was also watching, and she was talking to her young lady with a chuckle: "Miss, when you went out to perform just now, Mr. Cao kept looking in your direction, without even his eyes.
Just blink."
Yuan Jin'er glanced at her with a smile: "When I went out to perform, they looked in my direction. What's weird? But you, but you only saw Mr. Cao, which is really strange."
"Miss, it's true." Kuaner wrinkled his face in protest, "He can't take his eyes off it!"
"If you weren't looking at him intently, how would you know he was looking at me intently." Yuan Jin'er continued to joke with a smile. The little maid pursed her lips in embarrassment and decided to ignore her. However, after a while, she came back again.
He leaned over and said, "Miss, who can get the top poem title tonight?"
Yuan Jin'er tilted her head and put a small flower in her hair: "There is no first place in literature, and there is no real standard for poetry. Where is the leader? You girl, you just like to ask these questions. But what about those few words?"
The song will be sung for the longest time, but you can see it." She picked up some writing papers on the table, "Wang Gongzi's, Xi Gongzi's, and your favorite Cao Gongzi's songs, 'The sky is as clear as water,
"Zhan Yin Huang Qing Qian", hehe, I'm afraid this is the best one, so you will be happy...and Mr. Li and Mr. Tang from Lichuan..."
The little maid pouted: "Who likes Mr. Cao?"
"Uh, do you hate him?" Yuan Jin'er looked at her with lively eyes.
"No, but Guo'er is thinking about you, Miss. Mr. Cao likes you, and you are here with him today. If Mr. Cao can help me, next year's Qinhuai Oiran will probably fall into your hands, Miss."
It’s on my body. And if Mr. Cao goes to Chunwei High School next year..."
The maid kept talking, and Yuan Jin'er laughed and tickled her nose: "I know." Then she picked up the poem written by Cao Guan and read it. Between her and Lu Caicai, Lu Caicai was good at the pipa.
, she is good at guzheng, and her singing skills are better. She will go out to sing this song later. While watching it, she sang it quietly in her heart, and she laughed softly. She looked like she was being
The happy smile pursued by great talents.
In fact, most of the prostitutes who were a little dedicated on the Qinhuai River claimed to have a rough life experience. Most of them were fake and made up, but they were just fabrications in the details. The concept that they all had a rough life experience was basically correct.
When it comes to famous prostitutes such as Yuan Jin'er and Lu Caicai, they have learned poetry and prose. In fact, they will naturally admire all kinds of talented scholars. However, although occasionally there are famous prostitutes who simply appreciate other people's talents and marry poor scholars.
Such things are legendary, but they are really a minority among the minority. Today, she accepted the invitation of Pan Mansion but came by car with Cao Guan. They seemed to be very close, and she also admired Cao Guan's talent in her heart.
, but when it comes to whether she likes it or not, she likes it as much as Kuo'er said, but it's something that even she herself doesn't know clearly. For them, it seems that the stars are holding the moon, but in fact, the opportunity to really choose is not there at all.
many.
However, if I can avoid these thoughts for a little bit, tonight's poetry meeting will indeed be very rewarding.
She sang the lyrics and music repeatedly, and after a while, Kuan'er came from the door: "Miss, it seems that there are some good poems again, let's go and take a look."
"Oh?" She put down the note with a smile, and went out with Kuan'er, heading towards the gauze curtain at the entrance of the corridor. Several women had gathered here, and Lu Caicai had also come over. She said softly: "Sisters,
, what's wrong?" Then he joined the gauze curtain to watch, and heard the voice of "ask the blue sky for wine" coming from there. Pan Guangyan had read it once before, and this was the second time one of the students chanted it.
Recited.
The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was actually a bit strange at this time. It was a little quieter. During the previous grand occasion, everyone was very enthusiastic about writing and reciting poems, talking and laughing, but now it seemed as if they were suppressed by some kind of aura. Everyone
Still thinking about the poem, these women also got a piece of paper with the poem copied on it, gathered around and read the whole poem, and then read it again. Yuan Jin'er raised his head and met Lu Caicai's eyes.
touching.
"From the Puyuan Poetry Club..."
"How can it be……"
"Su Mansion, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, who are these?"
"I've never heard of it..."
Compared with the group of students outside who were first immersed in the poems, the women here were first concerned about who wrote it after realizing the meaning of the poem. Several of them read the signature several times and asked each other, but they didn't know.
I have never heard of this name. At this time, someone outside has already asked: "What do you think of this word?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case since ancient times..."
"This word..."
"Who wrote this word?"
For a while, no one commented, but someone murmured and nodded and said "excellent". Then the person who read the poem picked it up and read out the signature: "Su Mansion, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, does anyone know this?"
Who is this person?"
There was a moment of silence.
"However, since the surname is Ning at this time, why is it signed as Su Mansion?"
"Which Su family?"
"The Puyuan Poetry Club, I'm afraid it's not the one held by Su's Clothing Company."
"Is this person the steward of Su Mansion?"
"I've never heard of this person before..."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion for a while and talked about it, but everyone was confused about this name and no one had heard of it. Pan Guangyan then had to call the man who came outside to get the poem. This man was not a servant, but his.
A half-disciple with some talents, when asked by the teacher, he just smiled and talked about what he knew.
"Oh, I heard that this man is the son-in-law of the Su family. He just married into the Su family a few months ago and is the husband-in-law of Su Tan'er, the second lady of the Su family. What's interesting is that I heard some rumors. It is said that this Ning Liheng today
He caught a cold and did not attend the Puyuan Poetry Recital. When he was recuperating at home tonight, he said this poem to a little maid, just to entertain himself. Unexpectedly, someone at the poetry recital said that he had no poetic talent. This little maid
I couldn't hear it, so I took out this word... Haha, that's what they said over there, but I don't know whether it's true or not."
"Su Mansion...son-in-law?"
As soon as these words came out, not only everyone present, but also the woman behind the gauze curtain beside them looked at each other, and then the voices started to sound.
"Never been there?"
"This matter is too bizarre..."
"I... I have never heard of a son-in-law with such talent..."
"Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, I have never heard of it..."
On the other side of the gauze curtain, the little maid Kuo'er said doubtfully: "Didn't the Puyuan Poetry Club buy this because they wanted to become famous?"
It is not uncommon for people to buy poems at the annual poetry fair to become famous. Everyone knows the inside story, but even if they do, it is probably impossible to buy poems of this quality. After knowing the identity of the other party, everyone probably has the same idea.
Such doubts. If someone really has such talent, how could he run away to get married? At this time, someone over there also expressed his doubts.
"I'm afraid this matter is very difficult to convince people..."
"Could it be that the Su family bought the lyrics in order to become famous?"
The voice was not loud, and the person who spoke only spoke in a tentative tone, but everyone could hear it. After a moment of silence, someone clearly wanted to express their agreement: "This kind of thing is..."
At first, everyone was affected by this poem and didn't think too much about it. Then, the information about "brother-in-law" and "nobody" came up. After comparing it with the poem, there was a huge contrast, and some people were confused.
Thoughts rose almost uncontrollably. After all, some calm people among them did not speak, but there was still a lot of competitive spirit in tonight's poetry meeting, and some people subconsciously spoke out. At this time, a stern voice
, suddenly came down from the stage: "Zixing! Shut up!"
The speaker's name was Yu Zixing. He was startled by the voice. He looked up and saw Kang Laozheng looking at him with a brush in his hand. His eyes were serious and not angry, suppressing everyone's comments.