Xu Jie didn't expect that he would write the lyrics, and he didn't prepare in front of him. Everyone in the audience looked at him, with expectation on his face. Xu Jie thought for a while and said, "Then I'll ask everyone Yan to sing a song "Quail Sky"."

Xu Jie raised his hand and played with his arms and wide sleeves. The servant had already brought him a pen and ink paper and spread it directly on the tray.

Wu Boyan looked back at Yan Siyu, looked at him, and smiled and said, "It's the original Taoist, and Wenyuan is so envious."

Xu Jie didn't care about Wu Boyan's teasing, and just focused on picking up the pen to write, but made Yan Siyu blush.

After writing, the lyrics were delivered to Yan Siyu on the small platform. The meal was silent. He only took Yan Siyu to sing, tweaked the strings slightly, and coughed twice.

Yan Siyu seemed a little nervous. Maybe she cared about this occasion, so she was afraid that she would lose face to Xu Jie and would be sorry for the reputation of the first floor in the world.

The voice sang: "Home lives in the hometown of Yuandi of the Eastern Wu. I have been celebrating the youthful place in my life. I have bought wine in the brothels for ten thousand and bought Lu Jinse. I have been hungry for a long time, but I have forgotten my hatred. It is desolate to win in front of me. I can't remember the old days of the capital. I have nothing to do to wait for the frost of my temples."

This song sings some of the discomforts in Xu Jie's heart. Although he was melancholy, he also expressed the thoughts of some people, but he didn't hide it. He was talking about the "emperor" far away in Beijing, and the "predecessor". How could Xu Jie feel unhappy with this new emperor? It was the first time he heard Xu Jie say it.

But it wasn't really just said it straightforwardly, it seemed like I was feeling sad about myself. This poem was not written by Xu Jie on the spot, but changed Lu You's poem.

Some people probably don’t understand it, they just think that Xu Jie is self-modifying or complaining without hesitation. Some people understand it, such as Wu Boyan.

Others were applauding, and Xu Jie also signaled left and right. Wu Boyan, who was beside him, said, "Wenyuan, how can you achieve nothing? If you achieve nothing, wouldn't I really waste the situation?"

Wu Boyan comforted Xu Jie. Xu Jie nodded and smiled, saying, "Teacher, aren't you going to the brothel?"

Wu Boyan waved his hand: "Young and not talk about old age, let alone desolation. I am writing a song for you."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Wu Boyan replied: "Young come to me with these vulgar ones. Listen to me. It's also "Quail Sky". I live in the hometown of Yuandi of the Eastern Wu. I love the youth field for my whole life. I buy wine in the brothels with ten thousand wines. I have a thin swallow and a fat man indulge in love. I am not old and the fire is strong. I have won a great reputation in front of me. You return to the old days of the capital, and everything will be wandering. How about your "Quail Sky"?

The left and right were already burst into laughter, and Xu Jie couldn't stop laughing, and said, "Indulge in love? The fire is strong?"

Wu Boyan drank a full drink, but he himself did not laugh, and said seriously: "Young people are you? Isn't it because of the strong fire? Of course, you have to indulge in love."

"Whether it's okay, just follow the Master." Wu Boyan's seriousness made Xu Jie laugh so hard that he leaned back and forth. However, Xu Jie also knew that Wu Boyan's lyrics had one or two points of flat and tone and a little bit of small problems. However, Wu Boyan's identity and flat and tone could no longer bind him. He could change whatever he wanted, and even if he changed it was right, others had to learn it.

Some people always take the rhythm of poetry too seriously and think it is iron rule. In fact, poetry is a pastime work of literati, and even if it expresses some emotions, it is a temporary essay. It is truly a generous family and a thing to pick up. Therefore, there are not only one or two people who change the rhythm of poetry. Maybe it is enough to be happy if you really say one sentence.

Master Wu also lowered his head and asked Xu Jie softly: "Are you going to be waving tonight or not?"

Xu Jie smiled and waved his hand, "I dare not Meng Lang."

Wu Boyan finally had a little smile and asked, "Will this song be sung?"

"Sing, why not sing? How can you not sing the Master's Song?" After Xu Jie said that, he turned to Yan Siyu and said, "Please sing again, Yan, everyone."

Yan Siyu had already blushed again, and Yan Shou Huanfei was indulging in love, but she didn't know how to sing? Then she sang with her teeth. After singing this sentence, even her voice became significantly smaller.

"Master, I will collect and publish the good poems in this building in the future. I will put Master Wu's song on the title page to read them all. How about it?" Xu Jie's idea was to improve the style of the world's first floor, and to publish the talented poems in the building, which naturally made more talented people flock to it.

Xu Jie actually wanted to make fun of Wu Boyan. He didn't want Wu Boyan to care at all, so he nodded and said, "Just go and print it."

Drink and have fun. Maybe this is really a good time.

The banquet slowly dispersed, but Wu Boyan did not leave, waiting for the second evening drink.

With a swaying figure, a red face, and even a red nose, a smell of alcohol on his body, the old master still has to travel to the lake.

Swimming over the sword tomb, looking at the sword immortal fu he wrote, looking at the tomb tombstone, and sighing: "The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, but Luoying can't be hung in the air again?"

"Old Ru, why are you muttering?" A fat man's loud voice.

"You fat man really insults your kindness." The old Zuiweng also replied. I don't know if there is a definition of "simpleness" or "indulging in love" or not.

"Ershu doesn't like you so pretentiously the most. Go there a little and mutter to Lu Ziyou alone." The fat man said.

The old drunkard moved his footsteps, pointed at the fat man and replied: "A man, a man."

The fat man sitting on the ground just pretended not to hear it, and seemed to be drowsy, with seven or eight wine pots piled up at his feet.

I think the two of them have been quarreling each other once or twice, and they are also very familiar with each other. After competing swords in the past, they both stayed on this small island for a while and met every day. One is a man and the other is a sour person.

Wanghu Tower may really become the veritable first floor in the world. The cover is printed with the word "First floor" and many people printed, by the West Lake and in the Qinhuai River, each of them has a book, and they are still waiting for the second volume.

But no one really joked about Wu Boyan's "indulgence".

Xu Jie arrived at the Qian family's Dehua Academy as scheduled. The spacious and bright school was filled with people, seven or eight years old, and teenagers.

Xu Jie promised to go down Wanghu Tower to get ready. Now that he is really going to become a teacher, he is also embarrassed. Xu Jie is a little hesitant about the content of the teaching. If he teaches the Four Books and Five Classics, Xu Jie also knows that he is definitely not as good as many people. If he really teaches these things, it would be useless to ask Mr. Qian to invite him.
Chapter completed!