Just as the scholars were eager to hand over his poems, Mr. Tang suddenly shouted behind him: "Miss Caiyun, please invite me!"

Everyone stopped taking the poem manuscript at the same time and looked over.

I saw a woman wearing a blue lake cloak and holding a pipa in her arms after the landscape screen behind Mr. Tang.

The woman was not tall and looked very slim, especially her waist, which was so thin that she held it. Her face was small and pretty. She looked like a female middle school student in later generations, but not like a popular singer in brothels.

It is in line with the aesthetic tastes of the people of the Ming Dynasty, and this is not much different from that of modern people.

Let’s look at the sentient beings in the hall, they all looked like they were all lustful.

The pipa object was introduced from the Western Regions to the Central Plains since the Han Dynasty. Because of its wonderful tone and wide range, it is the most expressive instrument.

But because it is an external music, it is not a place of elegance. It is because there is no Tang Dynasty in this dream, and the pipa was not popular in the palace, and it has only become the most popular music among the people.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongols invaded the south, and a large number of West Asians entered the Central Plains, further enriching the skills of the pipa and becoming the most important accompaniment instrument in the Yuan Dynasty.

Because of this, if the lyrics are not pipa, they will simply not be a tune.

There are also many ways to play the pipa, some with fingers, some with piano and zither, and some with Yijia.

Probably because she was afraid that her fingers would deform. After Caiyun sat down, a maid came up with a brocade box, opened the box, and put a set of jade nails on her fingers.

I saw Caiyun lifted his right hand and a wheel finger.

With a sound of "swish!", a clear and soft music sounded.

Wu Jie didn't understand music, but this sound made his heart tremble, and he felt as if he was full of peace.

Then there was a burst of raindrops that kept ringing in my ears, dense and dense, making people feel breathless.

After all, Wu Jie is a modern person. He just searches on the computer and can't find any music. He just thinks that this woman's pipa is good, it sounds nice and comfortable.

But all the students around him were completely conquered, immersed in this wonderful music and could not extricate themselves. Some people's bodies even trembled with the raindrop-like pipa.

Fortunately, this song is not long. With a "ding" sound, the lingering sound finally prevents some people from making a fool of themselves.

The song ended, and the applause was so loud.

Someone shouted: "I heard that the girl Caiyun's piano skills and singing are both amazing. Today I heard your piano sound. It is really worth my trip to be born late. I also asked the girl to show her throat and let me open my eyes."

"Yes, please give me mercy."

Then there was a silence of echoes.

But Caiyun looked plain and ignored the shouts of all the students.

Seeing the atmosphere so warm, Mr. Tang was proud and smiled and said, "Everyone, it is not difficult to let Miss Caiyun perform a song. You just need to write a peerless lyric that is enough to impress her. In this competition, Tongzhi and Professor selected the top fourteen places, but did not rank. After selecting the top fourteen lyrics, please ask Miss Caiyun to pick a satisfactory song from them. The one selected is the top spot in this game. I also gave a 100-two lottery prize to reward."

After saying that, he looked at everyone and drank, "Everyone, are you ready? Is there a lyrics coming out?"

One hundred taels are a note of astronomical figures, which is enough for ordinary families to eat and wear for ten years. Most of the people who came to participate in this poetry meeting were well-off families, but this hundred taels were still a touching wealth for him.

As soon as the words finished, everyone was in full bloom.

Everyone shouted: "Master Tang, we are ready, can we start? Can we start?"

"Okay, submit the draft."

A scholar kept standing up and putting his lyrics that he had prepared for an afternoon on the long desk in front of Professor Yang Zongzhi and Professor Fuxue. When he left, he did not forget to greedily look at the singing girl Caiyun.

Caiyun still had the lukewarm expression, while Wen Tongzhi, Mr. Tang and Professor of the Prefecture took the manuscripts of the land scholars and then whispered to the comments.

There was a little commotion in the hall.

Because Caiyun's appearance just now made Wu Jie feel a little bit out of his mind. He only lowered his head to read the manuscript when the scholars started handing in the paper.

On the other side, Wu Lun suddenly stood up, picked up the wine pot and poured a large bowl full of water, and then walked over. He smiled kindly: "Brother Jie, what happened in the past was for me. I knew you had returned from Nanjing but didn't take care of me carefully. This is my fault. Come on, I'll give you a cup, which is considered a sin."

Wu Jie was a little surprised. Why did Wu Lun be arrogant at first and respectful at the same time? He was so kind-hearted?

But you brought such a big bowl over, don’t you want to get me drunk?

This is definitely the case.

Wu Jie reached out to block it and said lightly: "Wu Lun, although our surname is Wu, we have nothing to do with each other. In the future, you can walk on your Yangguan Road and I will pass through my single-plank bridge and drink."

"What, Brother Jie doesn't give me face?" Wu Lun still couldn't hold Dahai Bowl forward.

Beside Wu Jie, Huang and Jiang Ersheng also stood up, whispered to drink in a low voice, wrapping Wu Jie in it.

Wu Jie felt something was wrong and was about to push the three of them away.

Suddenly, the sea bowl in Wu Lun's hand poured forward, and a large bowl of dripping wine poured onto the poem in Wu Jie's hand.

Miss Tang's lyrics were written on the best Jiajiang rice paper. When it was poured on water, it immediately turned into a ball.

Now, even if Wu Jie wanted to copy Ms. Tang's manuscript, there was no place to copy it.

"You!" Wu Jie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and was about to scold him.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, hand slippery." Wu Lun smirked and reached out to wipe the water marks on Wu Jie's body, and then asked in a low voice: "Idiot, have Miss Tang's lyrics been memorized? If not, it would be a pity! However, with your wisdom, with so many words, it would be a good idea to memorize a few sentences with eagerness."

Hundreds of people were crowded with them, and they were busy handing in the papers. No one noticed anything that happened to Wu Lun and Wu Jie.

"So that's it!" Wu Jie then realized why Wu Lun did this. He was furious and was about to explode.

But Wu Lun suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter was long and loud, full of complacentness.

The whole hall immediately became quiet.

Hearing the laughter, Mr. Tang looked over and asked curiously: "Why is Wu Lun's wife laughing?"

Wu Lun continued to laugh: "Uncle Shi, in the afternoon, I have already communicated with you colleagues. According to my nephew, there is no excellent work. My nephew just wrote an article "Linjiangxian". Although it was not satisfactory, he was confident that he would win the first place in this competition."

"Oh, you are so confident in your nephew Wu Lun?" Mr. Tang was overjoyed: "Submit the manuscript to Master Wen and Professor."

"That is, I just got it but I didn't finish the text. Let me read with you two masters and uncle Tang, so please do not hesitate to correct me."

After saying that, Wu Lun cleared his throat and said, "The light rain and light smoke left the dream, the ancient scroll of fragrant tea in the small building. Looking back, the grass is green under the curtain, half-skinned, boiling wine and singing.

The ambition is as light as the clouds, and the heart is as high as the wind. Why do you have to make a name for free and easy? Three thousand poems are pointed to you and listen to you.”

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"Okay!" As soon as Wu Lun's voice fell, the scholars in the lobby cheered loudly.

At the beginning, Wu Lun said something about being confident to be the first, but the scholars in Xinjin County didn't feel anything. Scholars in other counties of Chengdu Prefecture were all dissatisfied.

But when Wu Lun's poem was released, his face was depressed and he had to admit that the song "Linjiangxian" was written very well. His anger was immediately replaced by shock and admiration. He was convinced and couldn't help but shout loudly.

...

After reading it, Wu Lun lowered his head and laughed in Wu Jie's ear and said, "Brother Jie, I will show my ugly face first. I read Miss Tang's lyrics just now. It was written so well. Wu Lun felt ashamed of himself! If you really copy it, Brother Wei really doesn't have the confidence to get the first name. Unfortunately, you have nothing to copy now, so you can only give me a discount. After all, you are a member of the Wu family, and I am your brother. I feel a little unbearable as you watch as you hand in the blank paper. Otherwise, I beg me and I will write an article for you, and at least deal with this scene."

"You..." Wu Jie felt angry in his heart and shouted softly: "It's such a despicable means!"

Wu Lun smiled sarcastically: "Is it a shameful thing? Wu Lun is a villain who is a woman who is a good person who is a woman who wants to take advantage of plagiarism. Miss Tang is the number one talented woman in Chengdu. Why is you worthy of others? The reason why you set up this marriage in the past was not entirely due to your father's power. Now, your eldest son Wu has become a betrayal dog and is still twisting his family to let go. What's the matter!"

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