Chapter 2077
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Hearing this topic, the audience applauded one after another. The style of writing in the great song dynasty was prosperous. Most people had a vision even though they were not good at talent and learning. At a glance, they could see that Huakui's topic was unique.
The young men from the capital pondered over it one by one. Although many of them were dandies, they were influenced by them one by one in Lin'an, a place where talented people gathered. What's more, many of them wandered in the streets of fireworks and willows, and many brothels pursued literary talents. They had experience in similar things.
"Yes!" A childe stood up excitedly and gave the poem to the servant girl. Soon the servant girl opened the paper and read it, "when you go to two or three li, there are four or five families in Yancun, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers."
"Good!" I didn't expect someone to do it so soon. A group of people around me couldn't help cheering. The young man arched his hands in all directions and glanced at the beautiful shadow behind the curtain from time to time. He was very proud.
"That son of a bitch." The yellow dress girl suddenly scolded lightly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned and said, "I've done a good job of poetry."
Huang shannu snorted and ignored him. Xue Baochai blushed and explained to him: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more books before... This poem was written by Shao Yong, a poet of this dynasty. He, together with Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, is a famous Neo Confucianism scholar
"Really, ha ha ~" Song Qingshu was so hot that he thought that it was no wonder that Huang shannu was angry. Shao Yong was a sage of Jianshan Academy. As a result, this man came to the brothel with his poems to compete with each other, which was a shame.
However, few people seem to know the origin of the poem because of the excitement of these people. They are really a group of dandies who only know how to eat, drink and play.
Thinking of being despised by Huang shannu and Xue Baochai, song Qingshu thinks that he is lucky to be Jia Baoyu, or he will lose his face.
At this time, Xue pan came to Xue Baochai: "good sister, help my brother write a song. You know, I'm good at fighting. It's too hard for me to write poems and lyrics. " In Lin'an City before, he raised a group of idle people to deal with the situation in brothels. But this time he went to Xixia, it was impossible for him to take the shooters with him. When he came across this problem, he was immediately dumbfounded.
Xue Baochai spat: "what kind of system is this? Don't help
Song Qingshu secretly laughs. His younger sister helps his elder brother chase prostitutes in brothels. With Xue Baochai's temperament, she can't pull her face.
"Yes!" At this time, Lu Shidao threw the pen in his hand and handed over the paper. The maid took it to Hua Kui and read it out: "once you leave, the two places hang together. It's only March or April. Who knows it's five or six years? Qixianqin has no intention to play, and the eight line script has no way to spread. The nine links are broken, and the ten mile Pavilion is ready to be seen. A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, all kinds of helpless Lang resentment
"Good!" It's another cheering. It's hard for us to distinguish between this article and the one just now. However, this word is more and more powerful. The key is that it also tells the love between men and women, which seems more appropriate in today's environment.
On one side, Lu Shisheng smiles and stands up: "I also have..."
Someone had already sent it to the back of the bead curtain, and the servant girl read it out quickly: "I can't finish a thousand words. I'm bored. I'm ten years old. Double Ninth climb to see the lonely geese, August mid autumn full moon, people are not round. In July and half, holding the candle and burning incense, I ask the sky. In June and dog days, everyone shakes the fan. My heart is cold. May pomegranate red like fire, partial encounter bursts of cold rain watering flower end. April loquat not yellow, I want to mirror mind chaos. Suddenly in a hurry, peach blossom turns with the water in March. The kite line breaks in February. Ah, Lang, I wish I could be a man for you in the next life
"Well, that's more words!"
"You two young masters are really talented!"
"The two brothers really took advantage. As long as one came up with it, the other could compare it."
……
This time, song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud. His first reaction was to look at Huang shannu and Xue Baochai.
As usual, the girl in the yellow shirt didn't pay attention to him. Xue Baochai could not help but chuckle when she saw him looking at him: "this is Zhuo Wenjun's poem of resentment against lang. although they didn't write it by themselves, it's appropriate to use it here to express their love for that Huakui."
Xue pan could not help but scolded: "bah, what is it? Whoring a prostitute is so insincere."
Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile. Huang shannu also looked at him in disgust. Song Qingshu thought he was a little cute.
Xue Pan's voice didn't lower deliberately. The Lu brothers in the distance also heard it. Their faces turned black one by one. They stood up and arched their hands to him: "I've heard of the great talent of the Xue family. I don't know if we can make an article to open our eyes."
As soon as his voice fell, there was a burst of snickering in the field. How about the level of dubawang? They are from Lin'an, don't they know?
"I... I..." surrounded by a group of people, even faintly felt that Huakui was staring at himself, Xue pan could not help blushing.
On one side, Xue Baochai frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "master Xue's is ready." Naturally, she didn't want to help her brother to pick up girls, but she didn't want the face of the Xue family to be folded, so she hesitated and came out to help her brother.
The maid took it away and read it out: "the moon is eight minutes round in the 19th century, seven talented men and six epileptics, four drums and three songs in the fifth night, one pillow in February."
Xue Baochai can't help it either. His brother's urination is well known. If he uses too elegant sentences, everyone knows that he didn't write them. So he uses this kind of doggerel, which has his own style.
Xue pan immediately swept away the decline and applauded himself: "good!"
The rest of the people secretly despised, only heard a few applause, but Xue pan didn't care about it. He arched his hands and saluted around, while chanting: "thank you, thank you."
Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hand. She felt that she was really dead.
"One big Joe, two small Joe, three inch Golden Lotus, four inch waist. Apply 567 points of powder, make-up into 80% Jiao Soon someone did it again. Although the meaning was a little vulgar and vulgar, it was praised by many men in the brothel environment.
At this time, LV Shisheng suddenly said: "I don't know what master Jia has done?" Hearing what he said, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated look.
A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was absolutely the leader of their group of young masters, and no one dared to offend him. But now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is declining, they naturally have no scruples. When these people thought of the flattery they had done to him in the past, they were very upset and happy to see him make a fool of himself.
Song Qingshu smiles a little. He doesn't care at all. He writes an article and hands it out. Not to mention Xue Baochai, even Huang shannu looks at it curiously. However, when he sees what he writes, they look very strange
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, twelve or thirty-four pieces."
The yellow dress girl is more contemptuous, but Xue Baochai thinks that she is even more shameful than her brother just made a fool of herself. She thinks that she will really urge Baoyu to read more when she has time.
Song Qingshu doesn't matter. Anyway, he's not interested in this Huakui. What's more, it's Jia Baoyu who lost him. What's the matter with his song Qingshu?
After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle inside. It was obvious that Hua Kui was also amused. Song Qingshu shrugged and drank a sip of tea, waiting to be eliminated directly.
Who knew there was a beautiful voice: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ninety. There are thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces. You can't see them flying into the plum blossom. This poem is unique. Mr. Jia has a good literary talent. "
Song Qingshu almost didn't have a mouthful of tea to spray out directly. Xue Baochai and Huang shannu looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
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Hearing this topic, the audience applauded one after another. The style of writing in the great song dynasty was prosperous. Most people had a vision even though they were not good at talent and learning. At a glance, they could see that Huakui's topic was unique.
The young men from the capital pondered over it one by one. Although many of them were dandies, they were influenced by them one by one in Lin'an, a place where talented people gathered. What's more, many of them wandered in the streets of fireworks and willows, and many brothels pursued literary talents. They had experience in similar things.
"Yes!" A childe stood up excitedly and gave the poem to the servant girl. Soon the servant girl opened the paper and read it, "when you go to two or three li, there are four or five families in Yancun, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers."
"Good!" I didn't expect someone to do it so soon. A group of people around me couldn't help cheering. The young man arched his hands in all directions and glanced at the beautiful shadow behind the curtain from time to time. He was very proud.
"That son of a bitch." The yellow dress girl suddenly scolded lightly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned and said, "I've done a good job of poetry."
Huang shannu snorted and ignored him. Xue Baochai blushed and explained to him: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more books before... This poem was written by Shao Yong, a poet of this dynasty. He, together with Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, is a famous Neo Confucianism scholar
"Really, ha ha ~" Song Qingshu was so hot that he thought that it was no wonder that Huang shannu was angry. Shao Yong was a sage of Jianshan Academy. As a result, this man came to the brothel with his poems to compete with each other, which was a shame.
However, few people seem to know the origin of the poem because of the excitement of these people. They are really a group of dandies who only know how to eat, drink and play.
Thinking of being despised by Huang shannu and Xue Baochai, song Qingshu thinks that he is lucky to be Jia Baoyu, or he will lose his face.
At this time, Xue pan came to Xue Baochai: "good sister, help my brother write a song. You know, I'm good at fighting. It's too hard for me to write poems and lyrics. " In Lin'an City before, he raised a group of idle people to deal with the situation in brothels. But this time he went to Xixia, it was impossible for him to take the shooters with him. When he came across this problem, he was immediately dumbfounded.
Xue Baochai spat: "what kind of system is this? Don't help
Song Qingshu secretly laughs. His younger sister helps his elder brother chase prostitutes in brothels. With Xue Baochai's temperament, she can't pull her face.
"Yes!" At this time, Lu Shidao threw the pen in his hand and handed over the paper. The maid took it to Hua Kui and read it out: "once you leave, the two places hang together. It's only March or April. Who knows it's five or six years? Qixianqin has no intention to play, and the eight line script has no way to spread. The nine links are broken, and the ten mile Pavilion is ready to be seen. A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, all kinds of helpless Lang resentment
"Good!" It's another cheering. It's hard for us to distinguish between this article and the one just now. However, this word is more and more powerful. The key is that it also tells the love between men and women, which seems more appropriate in today's environment.
On one side, Lu Shisheng smiles and stands up: "I also have..."
Someone had already sent it to the back of the bead curtain, and the servant girl read it out quickly: "I can't finish a thousand words. I'm bored. I'm ten years old. Double Ninth climb to see the lonely geese, August mid autumn full moon, people are not round. In July and half, holding the candle and burning incense, I ask the sky. In June and dog days, everyone shakes the fan. My heart is cold. May pomegranate red like fire, partial encounter bursts of cold rain watering flower end. April loquat not yellow, I want to mirror mind chaos. Suddenly in a hurry, peach blossom turns with the water in March. The kite line breaks in February. Ah, Lang, I wish I could be a man for you in the next life
"Well, that's more words!"
"You two young masters are really talented!"
"The two brothers really took advantage. As long as one came up with it, the other could compare it."
……
This time, song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud. His first reaction was to look at Huang shannu and Xue Baochai.
As usual, the girl in the yellow shirt didn't pay attention to him. Xue Baochai could not help but chuckle when she saw him looking at him: "this is Zhuo Wenjun's poem of resentment against lang. although they didn't write it by themselves, it's appropriate to use it here to express their love for that Huakui."
Xue pan could not help but scolded: "bah, what is it? Whoring a prostitute is so insincere."
Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile. Huang shannu also looked at him in disgust. Song Qingshu thought he was a little cute.
Xue Pan's voice didn't lower deliberately. The Lu brothers in the distance also heard it. Their faces turned black one by one. They stood up and arched their hands to him: "I've heard of the great talent of the Xue family. I don't know if we can make an article to open our eyes."
As soon as his voice fell, there was a burst of snickering in the field. How about the level of dubawang? They are from Lin'an, don't they know?
"I... I..." surrounded by a group of people, even faintly felt that Huakui was staring at himself, Xue pan could not help blushing.
On one side, Xue Baochai frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "master Xue's is ready." Naturally, she didn't want to help her brother to pick up girls, but she didn't want the face of the Xue family to be folded, so she hesitated and came out to help her brother.
The maid took it away and read it out: "the moon is eight minutes round in the 19th century, seven talented men and six epileptics, four drums and three songs in the fifth night, one pillow in February."
Xue Baochai can't help it either. His brother's urination is well known. If he uses too elegant sentences, everyone knows that he didn't write them. So he uses this kind of doggerel, which has his own style.
Xue pan immediately swept away the decline and applauded himself: "good!"
The rest of the people secretly despised, only heard a few applause, but Xue pan didn't care about it. He arched his hands and saluted around, while chanting: "thank you, thank you."
Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hand. She felt that she was really dead.
"One big Joe, two small Joe, three inch Golden Lotus, four inch waist. Apply 567 points of powder, make-up into 80% Jiao Soon someone did it again. Although the meaning was a little vulgar and vulgar, it was praised by many men in the brothel environment.
At this time, LV Shisheng suddenly said: "I don't know what master Jia has done?" Hearing what he said, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated look.
A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was absolutely the leader of their group of young masters, and no one dared to offend him. But now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is declining, they naturally have no scruples. When these people thought of the flattery they had done to him in the past, they were very upset and happy to see him make a fool of himself.
Song Qingshu smiles a little. He doesn't care at all. He writes an article and hands it out. Not to mention Xue Baochai, even Huang shannu looks at it curiously. However, when he sees what he writes, they look very strange
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, twelve or thirty-four pieces."
The yellow dress girl is more contemptuous, but Xue Baochai thinks that she is even more shameful than her brother just made a fool of herself. She thinks that she will really urge Baoyu to read more when she has time.
Song Qingshu doesn't matter. Anyway, he's not interested in this Huakui. What's more, it's Jia Baoyu who lost him. What's the matter with his song Qingshu?
After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle inside. It was obvious that Hua Kui was also amused. Song Qingshu shrugged and drank a sip of tea, waiting to be eliminated directly.
Who knew there was a beautiful voice: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ninety. There are thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces. You can't see them flying into the plum blossom. This poem is unique. Mr. Jia has a good literary talent. "
Song Qingshu almost didn't have a mouthful of tea to spray out directly. Xue Baochai and Huang shannu looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
Hearing this topic, the audience applauded one after another. The style of writing in the great song dynasty was prosperous. Most people had a vision even though they were not good at talent and learning. At a glance, they could see that Huakui's topic was unique.The young men from the capital pondered over it one by one. Although many of them were dandies, they were influenced by them one by one in Lin'an, a place where talented people gathered. What's more, many of them wandered in the streets of fireworks and willows, and many brothels pursued literary talents. They had experience in similar things."Yes!" A childe stood up excitedly and gave the poem to the servant girl. Soon the servant girl opened the paper and read it, "when you go to two or three li, there are four or five families in Yancun, six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers.""Good!" I didn't expect someone to do it so soon. A group of people around me couldn't help cheering. The young man arched his hands in all directions and glanced at the beautiful shadow behind the curtain from time to time. He was very proud."That son of a bitch." The yellow dress girl suddenly scolded lightly.Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned and said, "I've done a good job of poetry."Huang shannu snorted and ignored him. Xue Baochai blushed and explained to him: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more books before... This poem was written by Shao Yong, a poet of this dynasty. He, together with Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, is a famous Neo Confucianism scholar"Really, ha ha ~" Song Qingshu was so hot that he thought that it was no wonder that Huang shannu was angry. Shao Yong was a sage of Jianshan Academy. As a result, this man came to the brothel with his poems to compete with each other, which was a shame.However, few people seem to know the origin of the poem because of the excitement of these people. They are really a group of dandies who only know how to eat, drink and play.Thinking of being despised by Huang shannu and Xue Baochai, song Qingshu thinks that he is lucky to be Jia Baoyu, or he will lose his face.At this time, Xue pan came to Xue Baochai: "good sister, help my brother write a song. You know, I'm good at fighting. It's too hard for me to write poems and lyrics. " In Lin'an City before, he raised a group of idle people to deal with the situation in brothels. But this time he went to Xixia, it was impossible for him to take the shooters with him. When he came across this problem, he was immediately dumbfounded.Xue Baochai spat: "what kind of system is this? Don't helpSong Qingshu secretly laughs. His younger sister helps his elder brother chase prostitutes in brothels. With Xue Baochai's temperament, she can't pull her face."Yes!" At this time, Lu Shidao threw the pen in his hand and handed over the paper. The maid took it to Hua Kui and read it out: "once you leave, the two places hang together. It's only March or April. Who knows it's five or six years? Qixianqin has no intention to play, and the eight line script has no way to spread. The nine links are broken, and the ten mile Pavilion is ready to be seen. A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, all kinds of helpless Lang resentment"Good!" It's another cheering. It's hard for us to distinguish between this article and the one just now. However, this word is more and more powerful. The key is that it also tells the love between men and women, which seems more appropriate in today's environment.On one side, Lu Shisheng smiles and stands up: "I also have..."Someone had already sent it to the back of the bead curtain, and the servant girl read it out quickly: "I can't finish a thousand words. I'm bored. I'm ten years old. Double Ninth climb to see the lonely geese, August mid autumn full moon, people are not round. In July and half, holding the candle and burning incense, I ask the sky. In June and dog days, everyone shakes the fan. My heart is cold. May pomegranate red like fire, partial encounter bursts of cold rain watering flower end. April loquat not yellow, I want to mirror mind chaos. Suddenly in a hurry, peach blossom turns with the water in March. The kite line breaks in February. Ah, Lang, I wish I could be a man for you in the next life"Well, that's more words!""You two young masters are really talented!""The two brothers really took advantage. As long as one came up with it, the other could compare it."This time, song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud. His first reaction was to look at Huang shannu and Xue Baochai.As usual, the girl in the yellow shirt didn't pay attention to him. Xue Baochai could not help but chuckle when she saw him looking at him: "this is Zhuo Wenjun's poem of resentment against lang. although they didn't write it by themselves, it's appropriate to use it here to express their love for that Huakui."Xue pan could not help but scolded: "bah, what is it? Whoring a prostitute is so insincere."Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile. Huang shannu also looked at him in disgust. Song Qingshu thought he was a little cute.Xue Pan's voice didn't lower deliberately. The Lu brothers in the distance also heard it. Their faces turned black one by one. They stood up and arched their hands to him: "I've heard of the great talent of the Xue family. I don't know if we can make an article to open our eyes."As soon as his voice fell, there was a burst of snickering in the field. How about the level of dubawang? They are from Lin'an, don't they know?"I... I..." surrounded by a group of people, even faintly felt that Huakui was staring at himself, Xue pan could not help blushing.On one side, Xue Baochai frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "master Xue's is ready." Naturally, she didn't want to help her brother to pick up girls, but she didn't want the face of the Xue family to be folded, so she hesitated and came out to help her brother.The maid took it away and read it out: "the moon is eight minutes round in the 19th century, seven talented men and six epileptics, four drums and three songs in the fifth night, one pillow in February."Xue Baochai can't help it either. His brother's urination is well known. If he uses too elegant sentences, everyone knows that he didn't write them. So he uses this kind of doggerel, which has his own style.Xue pan immediately swept away the decline and applauded himself: "good!"The rest of the people secretly despised, only heard a few applause, but Xue pan didn't care about it. He arched his hands and saluted around, while chanting: "thank you, thank you."Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hand. She felt that she was really dead."One big Joe, two small Joe, three inch Golden Lotus, four inch waist. Apply 567 points of powder, make-up into 80% Jiao Soon someone did it again. Although the meaning was a little vulgar and vulgar, it was praised by many men in the brothel environment.At this time, LV Shisheng suddenly said: "I don't know what master Jia has done?" Hearing what he said, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated look.A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was absolutely the leader of their group of young masters, and no one dared to offend him. But now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is declining, they naturally have no scruples. When these people thought of the flattery they had done to him in the past, they were very upset and happy to see him make a fool of himself.Song Qingshu smiles a little. He doesn't care at all. He writes an article and hands it out. Not to mention Xue Baochai, even Huang shannu looks at it curiously. However, when he sees what he writes, they look very strange"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, twelve or thirty-four pieces."The yellow dress girl is more contemptuous, but Xue Baochai thinks that she is even more shameful than her brother just made a fool of herself. She thinks that she will really urge Baoyu to read more when she has time.Song Qingshu doesn't matter. Anyway, he's not interested in this Huakui. What's more, it's Jia Baoyu who lost him. What's the matter with his song Qingshu?After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle inside. It was obvious that Hua Kui was also amused. Song Qingshu shrugged and drank a sip of tea, waiting to be eliminated directly.Who knew there was a beautiful voice: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ninety. There are thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces. You can't see them flying into the plum blossom. This poem is unique. Mr. Jia has a good literary talent. "Song Qingshu almost didn't have a mouthful of tea to spray out directly. Xue Baochai and Huang shannu looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
