When Zhu Zhen was strolling on the streets, many celebrities in Gusu City had gathered.

He was so intoxicated that he spent all the money Zhu Zhen sponsored him, bought an extremely luxurious outfit, and accompanied by Zhu Zhen, he entered the lion forest together.

Zilin is a Buddhist building. Although the Lion Forest belongs to the princess, there are still monks near the Lion Forest. The sounds of Sanskrit and the sandalwood are lingering, making the poems in the Lion Forest more interesting.

Mu Yuhe held Zhu Zhen's hand and handed the invitation. Someone brought a team of green hats to greet him, "The messenger is so big that my Lion Forest Poetry Club is really full of glory."

This person is Zhang Shicheng's prospective son-in-law Pan Yuanshao. This person serves as the close position of Zuo Cheng under Zhang Shicheng's account. There are many beautiful women around him. He has heard of seven beautiful girls, all of whom are beautiful and beautiful. This person is not satisfied and launches a fierce attack on the princess.

Zhang Shicheng also liked this talented young man quite a bit, but he didn't dislike his romantic affairs and promised this marriage.

The princess is not very close to Pan Yuanshao on weekdays, which makes Pan Yuanshao a headache. Now the princess says she wants to hold a poetry meeting, so Pan Yuanshao naturally won't refuse.

Zhen naturally would not offend this person, and greeted him with a smile and said, "I dare not take it, I am just a vulgar martial artist. Today I will come to see the prosperity of Gusu's literary style."

"Haha, the messenger is indeed as humble as the legend... By the way, the princess has arrived." The two of them exchanged greetings and walked inside.

The lion forest is vast, and literati have their own unique entertainment.

The maid lit the Kongming lantern by the river, which was full of poems written by talents. The poems floated and wandered with the Kongming lanterns. They were picked up and sung by someone the next day, which was also an excellent way to become famous.

The bold and unrestrained person boils wine by the spring water and burns incense. With the heroic singing, he drinks a bamboo tube and a bamboo tube of fine wine.

These are just hot fields. As the two scholars on the high platform compete for swords, the swords bloom like plum blossoms, without asking for attack, only seeking beauty, and detonating the entire venue.

As the maid rings the chimes, the ethereal music spread from the Lion Grove to half of Gusu City, and the poetry meeting officially began.

Most scholars gathered in pavilions, surrounded by big red lanterns. The scholars danced with folding fans, murmured and whispered, and wrote poems on the manuscript paper.

The maid of the clever man trained by the Princess's Mansion took the manuscript paper and handed it over to the Suru of Gusu City for a judgment, and then sang it out by the leading actresses of the brothels in Gusu City.

In the hall, there are red sandalwood tables on the upstairs and downstairs. On the table are the most likable Biluochun in Gusu City. The ones here are all first-class talents in Gusu City.

Now it is circulating in secret that Zhang Shicheng intends to become king, and he will be prosecuted by the time he is bound to be a charity. Scholars rack their brains to make a good poem and leave a huge reputation.

Officials and nobles are all vulgar martial artists, and they are inevitably disliked in the past. Now, with the Lion Forest Poetry Club, many pretty and charming ladies wore thin shirts with slightly exposed skin, gathered together to watch the lanterns and watch the fun, and took the opportunity to find their own good match, which can be regarded as improving the family's literary style.

People from Gusu are so simple that even if they like each other, they will send maids to leave tokens or letters, and look for opportunities to have private contact. It is absolutely not daring to talk about feelings publicly at this poetry meeting.

The way of Ci is from the Li Tang Dynasty in China to the peak. Its style may stand on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Its style is as strong as the world is in my heart. It also has the freedom and freedom of riding a crane to Yangzhou in March. By the time of Song Dynasty, the country's power declined. Although there were heroic scholars writing about the heroic writing style of shooting the sky wolf in the northwest, they were more of them asking tears and flew over the swing. The Song people pursued a profound emotional state, and Ci was also considered a peak.

However, in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, scholars were in a state of depression and extremely depressed, and it was even more difficult to write good poems.

Zhu Zhen and Duanmu Yuhe found a shadow, leaned under the ancient tree, watching the bamboo forest, Zhu Zhen danced his sword and cut off the bamboo body. When the evening breeze hit, the sound of music came from the bamboo body, which made the beauty smile.

With the sound of bamboo, dancing gracefully, the joy in my heart naturally does not need to be spoken. I used to marry Zhu Zhen, but I thought more about the wife's orders, but now I am impressed by Zhu Zhen's talent.

A kind of man, even a general, is a gentle literary general.

Zhu Zhen is more about poetry and songs. From time to Yingtian, he has also talked with the adults at the Guixian Pavilion that those adults were either in high positions or were tempered at the grassroots level, but they didn't care much about poetry. After the Tang and Song dynasties, people have seen that poetry can indeed taste whether a person is free and elegant, but it cannot prove a person's strength.

Even if people have already recognized this reality, if you write a good poem, no matter where you go, you will be respectful and kind.

Chinese people emphasize seeking beauty and elegance, which is something that is rooted in their roots. Many people's names may be buried in the yellow sand, but their poems will be recited by thousands of people, which will make them feel at that time.

At that time, in Gusu City, merchants moved out display walls in major restaurants and teahouses, and poems made by talents at the poetry meeting were posted on the walls.

Ordinary people who cannot reach their status and status are surrounded by a scramble to pass on the praises. Even the Tchaifu who is picking up the bush can sing a few lines, comment on the people around him, and have some elegance.

The princess had sent people to urge her several times, and there were scholars around her who implicitly asked Zhu Zhen to write poems, but Zhu Zhen politely refused.

Zhen also changed several small magic tricks from later generations for Duanmu Yuhe, especially the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave, which made the beauty unconscious. She flipped through the tea bowl and was quite eager to find the roots.

Having annoyed about asking questions, Zhu Zhen held Duanmu Yuhe's hand. The two of them looked for a stone table with scattered chess pieces and poems. Zhu Zhen twisted it and looked at it. It was indeed quite interesting. Yingtian scholars could not compare, but it would not make Zhu Zhen excited, so he threw it aside.

"I can't stand the best in Gusu's literary style." Duanmu Yuhe said with a smile.

This is just something to have fun. Now that the world is constantly quarrels and the Han people are oppressed, we should focus on improving national strength and improving people's livelihood. This way of poetry is ultimately a small way."

"How about sing a trail between the slave and the official?"

"Okay, Yuhe, what will you sing?" Gu

People also have ways to recite poems, but in modern times, many ways to recite poems are not accepted by modern people's aesthetics and have gradually been lost."

There are so many, so officials can enjoy it. Although I am undercover here, I am still a courtesan from Gusu. Is it not comparable to an ordinary girl?"

"Then you sing a song about Jiangnan."

Zhu Zhenxian was bored. He thought that the scholars from Gusu would line up to find trouble after picking their courtesans. Unexpectedly, although a few scholars came, they were just subtle and did not mean to force others.

Zhu Zhen naturally had no intention of breaking up the scene, so he started to entertain himself with Yuhe.

Yu Hecai's maid standing in the distance brought a guzheng and sang it with her fingertips. Zhu Zhen listened with his ears, and another maid brought a teacup and secretly watched it from a distance.

Mu Yuhe is worthy of being the courtesan of Gusu. From the beginning, the Guzheng attracted the attention of many scholars.

Everyone already knew that Duanmu Yuhe was already someone else's wife and concubine, so she naturally just stopped far away and never moved forward.

After listening to the graceful little songs of Jiangnan for a while, I always feel that something is missing.

Zhu Zhen got up and walked to Duanmu Yuhe. Duanmu Yuhe frowned and said, "Can officials not like others to listen to me singing songs? If so, I will not sing." Zhou

The scholar looked at Zhu Zhen with an unkind look, and seemed to have a sense of anger.

Several scholars even whispered secretly, whether to make friends through literature?

Zhen sang a song softly in Duanmu Yuhe's ear. Duanmu Yuhe's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "Is this a song made by an official?"

"Yeah!" Zhu Zhen thought for a while, looked at Duanmu Yuhe's expression of expectation, and shrugged, "Can you remember it once?"

Mu Yuhe chuckled, "Officials, you scholars have never forgotten everything you see, and we girls have never forgotten everything you hear. This is a very fresh style, listen to me."

Everyone just saw Duanmu Yuhe talking with Zhu Zhen, thinking that they would not have the chance to listen to the song today, but they suddenly became agile again when the pipa was not stopped before.

"The vegetative embryo outlines the blue and white pen tip to turn into a light bottle

The peony depicted in your body is just like your first makeup

Ran Tanxiang's thoughts through the window are clear

The pen on the paper is half glaze

Color rendering of the charm of the lady is hidden privately

And your sweet smile is as if it is about to bloom..."

This was the first time Zhu Zhen heard a girl singing songs from their era, sitting aside in pondering, gently fiddling with the teacup in his hand.

The scholar not far away widened his eyes and the illegitimate students asked each other.

Have you heard this song before?"

"I have heard of it, probably it was a song made by some talented man from Yingtian."

"It's a bit like a song, but it's freer, lighter and more flavorful than the song. It turns out that Yingtian is also a talented man."

Zhu Zhen saw Duanmu Yuhe singing a song, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Touching her shoulder, he asked with a smile, "How is it, does it sound good?"

"Officialist, is this girl your story? I knew that the official is a story." Duanmu Yuhe said jealously.

Zhu Zhen was stunned and smiled and said, "How could this be? This is someone else's story. In the future, I will write more songs to listen to. Although you are not in the brothel, you will still become the favorite of thousands of scholars."

Mu Yuhe sneered: "How could it be? The song written by officials will naturally only sing it to officials in the future! This is our story."

Well." Zhu Zhen couldn't help but hold Duanmu Yuhe's shoulder up, leaving a faint trace on her lips.

The scholars were broken in their hearts. This feeling and scene were accompanied by the sounds of bamboo not far away. The scholar's white clothes were like picturesque, and the girl played the piano and played the rhythm, just like a couple of gods. Everyone could not feel any discomfort.

"Okay, there are still important things to do tonight. Aren't you looking for that person?" Duanmu Yuhe saw that she struggled away Zhu Zhen's arm and turned her head to look at the scholars around her. When the scholars saw that they were spotted and peeped at the sight, they immediately turned around and recited the sentences of the person who was casually chanting, but unexpectedly they were all the music they heard just now, such as "Ran Ran Sandalwood, Bai Embroidery outline", and they blushed and rushed to escape.
Chapter completed!