"Spring Water, are there any new works in the near future?"

Kong Rui is a regular guest of Cuiyu Tower and a guest of Chunshui's entrance. Listening to her breathing more than her singing. Chunshui said: "I just got a new poem yesterday, and I have not sung the song yet, or there is something wrong with it. If the husband does not abandon him, Chunshui will dare to sing it for you to appreciate it."

The young uncle who likes to flatter him just now smiled and said, "I haven't sang it yet? Then, aren't we lucky enough to appreciate the jade-breaking melon today?"

When Jade Breaking Melon was released from the "Jade Song" of the Yuefu of the Six Dynasties. It originally refers to the meaning of a woman who became an adult at the age of sixteen and gradually evolved into a virginity. Although this statement by her young uncle is not very vulgar in a brothel, Chunshui is also a famous singer, mainly for singing and entertainment. Not everyone can touch each other. When he hears these in person, his face becomes slightly unnatural.

Kong Rui smiled and said, "It seems that my uncle was touching the thought of Aizhi... Let's do this, today's Yan Ji, if you write a good poem, I will invest in it and invite you to spend the night with Chunshui."

Zhang Mo, who never made a sound, frowned slightly when he heard this, glanced at Chunshui, but didn't say much. Chunshui's eyes turned around on Kong Rui. Seeing that he was not joking, he slowly lowered his head. After a while, he raised his head and smiled: "That's right, if Mr. Lang made a good poem, I would like to recommend myself to the pillow!"

"Okay! A talented man and a beautiful man, my Qingge Club will have another good story in the future!" Yuan Tan and Mingchu cheered: "Madam Chunshui, you can't favor your young uncle. What if we write good poems?"

The spring water burst into a bright smile like the bright moon and said, "It's hard for me. I only have one body. How can I serve several men? Why not bet if any men's poem is the best, I will accompany whom I will accompany me."

"This is the most fair!" The young uncle stood up with a smile and said, "I am the worst poetic here, so I will throw my bricks and make a fool of myself first. Please give me a comment on my brothers and my wife!"

He paced back and forth a few steps and chanted: "I once had a banquet in Taoyuan Cave, a song of phoenix songs. I remember the time when I farewell to her, the waning moon and the flowers were falling."

"Best grade!" Yuan Tan said with a high-fives: "In the depths of the peach blossom, a song of phoenixes can't forget the beauty's affection. Only when the moon is gone and the flowers fall when the flowers are gone, how sad should we be? I write about love and scenery, and express my feelings for spring water. I can't believe that I can't compete with you with shame!"

"The young uncle wrote good poems, and Yuan Tan also praised them well, and we couldn't think of it!" Everyone expressed their opinions, clearly saying that they wanted to send the young uncle to be the ***er of spring water.

Unexpectedly, Mingchu didn't give up and said, "I accidentally got a good sentence last night. I was really itchy. I also recited it. Please ask my brothers to comment." He stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "The west wind blows the Luo curtain, and the moon shadow on the painting building is cold. He is so kind that he is ashamed to twist the same heart."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do. This poem is comparable to the previous poem, but they are not considered top-notch. However, everyone is not in order to compete for their strengths, but to join forces to keep warm and to the outside world. Therefore, no matter who they support, they offended the other, and they were silent for a while.

Kong Rui was the leader of the association. Others could not speak, so he said nothing, and said with a smile: "The poems in the early Ming Dynasty should be promoted first, and they will be more interesting. I think they can be the best."

Ming Chu laughed and bowed: "Young uncle, admit it!"

The young uncle was not upset, his eyes rolled and said, "What we said is nothing. Today, Chunshui is the poetry supervisor. Whoever she judged was the best is the best, and no one else can argue!"

Yuan Tan said with a slight gaze: "Poetry Supervisor?"

"There is a wine supervisor when practicing wine, and you will naturally have a poem supervisor when writing poetry. How can you decide the winner?"

What he said was interesting, and everyone expressed their opinion that Chunshui would be the chief essay for the two poems. Chunshui is a singer with a low status and it is not good to comment on anyone. Just when he had no choice, he suddenly heard Zhang Mo say, "I'll join in the fun too!"

Kong Rui was stunned, then smiled and said, "It's rare to be elegant. Hurry up, I'll call it."

Zhang Mo'an couldn't sit still, and with his hand, the poem was completed in an instant, and he chanted: "The spring breeze was calm and the chivalrous thoughts were numerous, and the weather was clean and green. The peaches contained red calyx orchids and purple buds, and the sun shone brightly on the paradise. The rolling curtains and jade banquets were ripped together to blow the strings of Lu Nu. The daughter of a thousand golds hired a smile to buy the beautiful years."

After a poem was recited, the five-character poems were the most important. At that time, five-character poems were not spoken of, but they could not reach the mainstream. All literati and poets used five-character poems as the best grade, and few people were willing to write seven-character poems.

However, just speaking of poetry, Zhang Mo is better than his younger uncle and Mingchu. Chunshui no longer needs to deliberately avoid his eyes, and looked straight at Zhang Mo. Two lines of tears fell down his cheeks, saying, "The three men are all famous scholars in Zhuji, and their poems must be very good. But I have a shallow understanding. I listen carefully. Qi Chuanqian and blew Lu Nu's strings, and my daughter hired a smile to buy Fangnian. Two lines of poetry tell us about our life experience, and I cry when I heard it!"

The poem expresses the meaning, what else is more convincing than the beauty pearl tears? Zhang Mo won without any suspense in this round of competition. It was nothing to lose to the famous Wus, but it involved the beauty's spring night. The young uncle stood up and said, "Five-character betrayed seven-character, what else can he say? In the early Ming Dynasty, we will leave!"

Ming Chu hesitated for a moment, looked at Kong Rui's face, and said, "Young uncle, just discussing poetry among friends, don't act irritably!"

"You! Hum!"

The young uncle was about to leave, but Kong Rui scolded: "Young uncle, Qingge Club has just been established, are you going to make trouble? Sit down and spread it out, and you can't let others laugh at it."

The young uncle was so angry that he refused to give up. At this time, only Zhang Mo said polite words to calm his uncle's emotions. But Zhang Mo sighed, stood up, and said, "I have something to do at home, so let's take a step first, everyone can sit down."

After saying that, he turned around and went out without hesitation. Kong Ruigang wanted to keep him, but the others were looking forward to his hope that he would leave quickly, and it was not easy to go against the will of the public. It was a pity. With Zhang Mo's reputation, if he could stay in the Qingge Club, he would definitely be a big help in the future when confronting Jiuzi Club in Yuyao. What a pity!

Zhang Mo went downstairs, and the cold wind blew into his mouth and nose, and immediately became extremely awake. He had received favor from Kong Rui before, so he could not refuse this invitation, so he could only go to the club. He originally planned to endure the vulgarity of the room and be a bystander, but in the end he said that it was not enough to make a decision. If he stayed there, he was really afraid that he would get sick.

Suddenly, the long song of spring water came from the window on the second floor, "The water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny." Zhang Mo suddenly shook and stood in the cold wind and listened: "...The mountains are misty and rainy... I want to compare West Lake with Xizi..."

I couldn't hear the next sentence clearly. He was so anxious that he almost fainted. He actually lifted his cloth robe and trotted upstairs. He ignored the surprised gazes of Kong Rui and others and asked loudly: "I want to compare West Lake with Xizi, what is the last sentence?"

When Chunshui saw Zhang Mo go back, he stood up happily, unable to hide his feelings anymore, and said in a daze: "You...you are back..."

Now let alone others, even Kong Rui could see that the person Chunshui really liked was Zhang Mo and Zhang Buyi. His face darkened and his eyes became a little violent.

He just thought Chunshui was a toy, and gave it to his young uncle like he had just done. In the Ming Dynasty, or Zhang Mo would have no problem playing all night, but if Chunshui really fell in love with Zhang Mo, the nature would be completely different.

Give others a reward.

But I was moved, and I slapped him hard in the face!

Although everyone did not dare to show a strange look, he already felt a scorching pain on his face!

Zhuji, no one dares to hurt him, Kong Rui's face!

Zhang Mo did not notice all these changes, but just kept asking: "What is the last sentence?"

Chunshui reacted from the joy and looked at Kong Rui nervously. Seeing that his expression was normal, his heart relaxed slightly and sang: "I want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup... I want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup..."

Her singing slid down the lotus leaves like morning dew, and even the traces inside the lotus leaves were painted with greenness, especially when she jumped gently when she was around the corner, with a bit of playfulness and vividness, and then sank into the thick and boundless land, witnessing the birth and eruption of life with her own eyes.

But what is better than singing is these four lines of poetry:

The water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are misty and strange when it is raining.

If you want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

But Zhang Mo seemed to have stripped his soul from the song and flew to that night. Outside Wu County, between the rivers, a man made a deafening sound in the simple cabin:

The moon sets, the crows cry, the frost is everywhere, and the river maple fishing fire is facing the sorrow. The bells of the passenger ship sound at midnight outside the city of Gusu.

Two seven-character songs, two masterpieces!

Only he can write such a poem, and only he can write such a seven-character poem that is beyond the reach of the world!

Chunshui sang repeatedly, and everyone was fascinated. When the song ended, the young uncle praised: "I read Liezi before, saying that Han E had passed by Qi, and sold songs and begged for food. The sound of the lingering sound was endless for three days. Today I realized that I was not bullying me. Chunshui Madam, who wrote this poem? What is its name?"

"This poem came from Qiantang, and I don't know who wrote it. As for the name, I remember it is called "After the Rain of Qiantang Lake."

Qiantang Lake...

Yuan Tan was shocked and suddenly said, "It turns out that the West Lake that the White Snake is really Qiantang Lake..."

Kong Rui was not interested in this. He looked at Zhang Mo with doubts and said, "No doubt, if you first heard of this poem, how could you know that there were only four sentences? When I heard you ask about Chunshui, what was the last sentence that was..."

"Because this kind of poetry has never existed since ancient times, with seven-character and four-verse poems as a poem, there are rules for sound and rhythm, but... I just don't know what this rule is..."

Zhang Mo turned his head and saw that the poem he had just written was copied onto the paper by Chunshui. He grabbed it and tore it to pieces. He raised his hand and threw it downstairs and said, "This work of rubble brings shame to the vine paper."

Then he laughed and said, "At this point, I will not be alone. From now on, Qiantang Lake will be named after West Lake!"

The sleeves of the robe flew, the cloth robe was like brocade, and Zhang Mo was long and dispersed, and his chic expression never erased in Chunshui's mind for a long time.
Chapter completed!