Chapter 260: Is there a competition for the literary meeting?

Caiyun was still silently watching the lyrics of the new song, her lips slightly twitching, as if she was chanting something.//.com Novel Network//

Wu Jie felt that the snack Caiyun brought was really delicious, neither sweet nor salty, crispy and soft, but it was rare to eat. In addition, he drank unusual distilled white wine, and was gluttonous for a while, and even overdose.

In a moment, a face turned slightly red and the body slowly stretched out.

Yiyi saw that Wu Jie became more erratic, the more she looked at him, the more she disliked him.

I couldn't help but scold me several times.

"Yiyi, bring my pipa, and I have not played the pipa for several days. The weather is dry today and it is probably out of tune." Taking a deep breath, Caiyun turned his head to look at Yiyi, with a dazzling look in his eyes.

"Girl, you want to play the pipa!" Yiyi felt a surprise in her heart. She didn't care about being angry with Wu Jie, and couldn't help but scream. She saw her girl's depressedness these days. Caiyun seemed to be infatuated, sitting in the room all day long in a daze. She stopped reading books and playing piano, and she looked weak and powerless.

Now that I think about playing the piano, I feel aroused.

Could it be that it is because of this new word that Wu Jie just wrote?

Yiyi was shocked: Could it be that Wu Jie's lyrics are very good, which is comparable to the poems of the little Ge Lao in Xiangyue?

"By the way, the scenes of this word are all melting, as relaxed and freely as flowing clouds and flowing water, but they cannot be expressed by just a pipa. It also needs to be accompanied by a flute and a huqin to express several of them to the extreme." Caiyun's chest was slightly ups and downs, and she seemed very excited. She carefully put the manuscript away, put it carefully in her sleeve, and murmured: "Go to invite Mr. Gui, who plays the violin, and Yiyi, you can use the flute to cooperate, so that you deserve this citation card."

It was indeed a cipa. Yiyi was about to go out, but Wu Jie shook her body and stood up, smiling and said, "I am drunk and sleepy, so why not go back. You are busy, I will leave my address. When I want to change to a new ci and a new song in a while, just talk."

"Hurry, Yiyi, help Mr. Wu Shizhen out and find a sedan chair." Caiyun hurriedly reminded Yiyi.

"Girl." Yiyi was very dissatisfied with smell of alcohol in Wu Jie.

Caiyun took the lead and secretly stuffed a pack of money into Wu Jie's sleeve: "This is a hundred taels of moist pen. Although it is not as good as Mr. Shizhen's new poem, it is Caiyun's little intention. I hope he will not refuse."

"Girl..." Yiyi shouted out. One hundred taels of Caiyun from a few months ago were nothing and she. She just said a few words and played a few songs.

Unfortunately, after Xiang Yue took away the title of courtesan, they had not made any investments for a long time, and the expenses in the museum were also high, and gradually they were a little stretched.\\.com first release\\

Besides, even in the capital, one hundred taels is still the wealth of a middle-aged and lower-level family.

Is this Wu Jie's lyrics worthy of so much money?

Caiyun ignored Yiyi and looked embarrassed, as if she was a little embarrassed.

Wu Jie smiled: "Caiyun, you and I are old friends, so there is no need to do this. However, your money is not convenient to be pushed back, and it is second only to one pass. You must not do this in the future. OK, don't send it, I will go back."

After saying that, he walked out and disappeared among the two plum blossoms.

The brothel that can cultivate famous prostitutes naturally has extraordinary strength. Even an old musician in the building has a good background.

Lao Gui, who plays the huqin, used to be a musician in the Jiaofangsi of the Ministry of Rites, and is a national-level figure.

"Mr. Gui, this is Caiyun's new song lyrics. Now there is a song missing. It is okay to use the old tune, but it is not wrong to this top masterpiece. I would like to ask you to help me see if I can compose a new song." Caiyun politely took out the manuscript and handed it over.

Lao Gui was a little unhappy: "What awesome lyrics you need to recompose a music. Isn't it good to use the old music?" Although he was dissatisfied, he still took it.

Yiyi snorted, "Girl, I think Mr. Gui is right, why bother with this?"

"No, no, no, although Wu Shizhen is not famous, I know him." Caiyun smiled and looked at Yiyi: "Yiyi, didn't you always say that you would like to meet Wu Shuang, who is 'Falling Flowers', Swallow Shuang, Fei',? When you meet today, why are you so cold to him?"

"Ah, he is Wu Shuang, Fei!" Yiyi's face lost its blood color and suddenly stood up. She felt that her chest was so stuffy that it was about to explode and she could no longer breathe.

The song "The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds were returned" was the famous work of Miss Caiyun after coming to the capital.

At that time, Yiyi was completely moved by this poem, and she felt that her heart was almost crushed by the artistic conception. For three consecutive days, she felt as if she had been in a nightmare.

She had imagined more than once what a romantic talent who could write such words was like heaven and earth.

But I never expected that today I would come to me and miss it so inexplicably.

"Okay!" Lao Gui suddenly cheered, his white beard trembled, and his turbid and dry old eyes became wet in an instant, as if tears were about to fall: "For such a good sentence and such a master, how lucky is the old man to have such a good song?"

Cai Yunxin got the Song lyrics he copied. After he understood the true meaning of it and then closed the instrument, he had to rehearse for three or five days before he could sing it to others.

Wu Jie is still very confident in this poem.

After all, it is a masterpiece in Song Ci, a iconic work in the graceful school. As long as you are not deaf and blind, anyone can easily hear the benefits.

This is a masterpiece, made by ingenious skills and masterpieces.

In comparison, although Yan Shifan's poems are pretty good, they are first-class in this era. However, compared with Song lyrics, they seem full of craftsmanship and are not on the same level at all, and there is no need to compare them.

The distilled white wine is really great and has a high degree of degree. Wu Jie didn't realize that he drank a little too much, and he felt dry mouth and a headache.

After returning home, Morizi saw Wu Jie drinking like this, and he was surprised and asked Wu Jie how much he drank and where he went.

"Not too much, it's just two or three taels. I just went to the brothel and saw someone..." Before Wu Jie finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell asleep to death.

Throw the angry moth aside.

On the second day, Wu Jie didn't go to Xiyuan either and took a day off at home.

It's strange, but Mori didn't say anything surprisingly, opposing Wu Jie became more considerate, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The next period of time, I became even more gentle, as if I had changed my personal life.

This made Wu Jie Er Jingang unable to touch the point of making trouble, and his heart kept stirring up. Finally one day, he couldn't help asking Mozi what was going on, and then he realized that Mozi misunderstood that he was going to the brothel to make trouble.

"Well, I don't like going to that kind of place the most, this is a misunderstanding." He told Mori about Caiyun from beginning to end, and Mori was relieved and returned to his original appearance.

After resting at home for a day, Wu Jie went to Xiyuan again. He happened to be on duty on this day, so he had to go there. Besides, it is not appropriate not to show off his face to the emperor.

However, Wu Jie was also a little annoyed. It was really boring to write Qing Ci poems with the emperor every day.

Fortunately, Jiajing was in seclusion today and said he wanted to hide from the valley for a day, leaving only Huang Jin alone to serve the marquis, and not let others disturb him.

After saying a few words to Huang Jin, Wu Jie remembered that there was still an account that needed to be checked on the Yuxi Palace repair project. The Yuxi Palace repair project used the emperor's inner lord and did not leave the Ministry of Works. The hidden mansion belonged to Huang Jin's management. Unfortunately, Lao Huang really couldn't leave today, so he entrusted the verification to Wu Jie, saying that this matter was related to whether the Emperor of Long Sui was comfortable this Spring Festival and could not be careless. Now, the project has reached the final stage, so please help Wu Jie no matter what.

The relationship between Lao Huang and himself is naturally speechless. Although Wu Jie also hates reconciliation, since his old friend entrusted him, he was not easy to refuse, so he had to walk towards Yuxi Palace, which he had not missed for a long time.

In fact, Yuxi Palace is Jiajing's favorite place. He has lived here since he ascended the throne. Unfortunately, because the place is too broken, he became cruel and allocated a large sum of money to renovate it. Recently, Jiajing has lived in the leopard room.

After leaving the familiar place, the emperor seemed depressed these days, and probably wanted to move back soon.

When Wu Jie walked to Yuxi Palace, he saw that the project had reached the completion stage and many places had been renovated. The entire hall was dismantled and rebuilt, and all the tiles of the houses were replaced with new ones, railings, caissons, and walls were also painted.

"The project volume is so large!" Wu Jie couldn't help but sigh. As far as he knew, this project cost a total of 2.6 million and 200 silver, which was almost up to the national fiscal revenue for one year. It is estimated that Emperor Jiajing took out all the old money he had accumulated over the past few decades.

Jiajing was famous among the emperors of the Ming Dynasty who were willing to spend money to enjoy it. However, this person had one advantage. No matter how extravagant he was, he spent his own money. Unlike Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty, she had no money and directly extended her hand to the national treasury, without any principles.

None of the craftsmen knew Wu Jie, and as for the officials of the Ministry of Works on duty here, they didn’t know him.

Wu Jie walked around the palace, asked about the direction, and walked towards the so-called engineering command center set up here by the Ministry of Works.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard someone sneer inside: "Lu Xuan, Lord Lu, the day after tomorrow will be my father's 60th birthday. Your Lu family is also a famous wealthy family. We have a happy cooperation these days. What gift are you going to give my father?"

He actually openly solicited bribes and was so domineering.

This made Wu Jiefa curious. He didn't know who the sacred person was, and he didn't seem to take the Lu family seriously.

He looked up and saw an official from the seventh rank standing in the room. He was about forty years old, short and strong, with a philanthropic look on his face.

Lu Xuan sat upright in front of the desk, wearing a sixth-rank official uniform, lowering his head as if he was a little afraid of the appearance of a seventh-rank official.

Hearing the man's words, Lu Xuan raised his head in surprise and asked, "It turns out that it is Mr. Li's 60th birthday, but I want to celebrate the literary club, can there be a poetry competition?"

"Competition, what a big deal. I am not your husband, but you are so sorry for yours. What are you doing with that thing? Naturally, you are eating wine and listening to music." Lord Li snorted.

Lu Xuan looked disappointed: "That's the case, then I won't go anymore. I'll ask Mr. Li on his behalf."

"Did you, you, you, have no expression?" Lord Li reminded Lu Xuan.

"Sign, what do you mean?" Lu Xuan looked confused: "Since it's not Wenhui, I definitely won't go."

" target="_blank">http://">
Chapter completed!