The song ends, the sound falls Only the lingering sound of the strings lasts for a long time In the dusk, a faint clear figure slowly pushed open the bead curtain and walked out slowly.
I saw her slim figure, wearing a lavender gauze that revealed a little skin.
Her skin was as white and tender as snow, as crystal clear as mutton-fat jade.
From top to bottom, the black hair flows down, as if there is a breeze blowing and fluttering, reflecting on that delicate face, which makes people feel indescribable love and affection.
"Sure enough, it is the Qinhuai River, the moonlight rain and the bells, the autumn frost is scattered all over the place, and it meets the wonderful sound.
What a wonderful sound, what a wonderful fairy."
Everyone followed the sound and saw that at some point in the right corner, a young master had already stood up, bowed his hands and said politely to the girl: "Xiaosheng Mu Feiyun has seen Miss Miaoyin before."
"Cut the pretty boy" Zhang Wencai looked depressed, with a bit of jealousy on his face as he quietly vented his unhappiness.
"How come Brother Zhang knows him?"
Yang Ming asked.
Zhang Wencai said: "This person is Mu Feiyun, who is known as the most talented person in Hongcheng.
This boy has long coveted the beauty of Miss Miaoyin.
Whenever Miss Miaoyin appears, he will definitely come this time.
But" In the blink of an eye, he smiled again, and whispered to Yang Ming: "Miss Miaoyin ignores him, hahaha."
"Oh, I don't see that Miss Miaoyin has a very good eye."
Yang Ming also whispered: "I think this Mu Feiyun is a very talented person.
He is rich and well-dressed.
Could it be that there is something hidden in it?"
Hearing what Yang Ming said, Zhang Wencai immediately became happy.
He simply turned his head and said to Yang Ming: "This Miss Miaoyin is one of the three great oirans in Chengdu.
She had no choice but to come to our Hongcheng because she offended her.
If not for this, we would never have had the opportunity to listen to her music.
We didn't see him behind her."
That woman in red is Xiao Taohong.
Look, see if she smiles at me." offended someone It seems that the person offended is not a small person.
Yang Ming thought in his heart, this Miaoyin is by no means a simple woman, she can still protect herself even if she offends others, especially in a place like this with fireworks, it is even more rare.
I secretly keep my eye on Miaoyin.
It’s better not to provoke such a woman.
Behind Miaoyin, there was indeed a woman in red.
Although her appearance was not as good as Miaoyin's, she was still a younger beauty.
I didn't realize that the fat man Zhang Wencai still had some appreciation for her.
At this time, Miaoyin had already walked to the middle of the hall, and slowly bowed to everyone before saying: "Miaoyin of the slave family has met all the masters."
Her voice was already soft, and at this time, her graceful figure lowered slightly, and her thin purple sand clothes seemed to hide this infinite temptation.
The group of old men who looked at her lost their minds in an instant.
"Okay" I don't know who shouted "ok" first, and the applause was rolling in the field instantly, and my eyes were filled with smiles.
"Masters and gentlemen, we will still follow Miss Miaoyin's old rules.
First, each of you will write a poem.
If one of the poems can touch Miss Miaoyin's heart, then of course we can let her play the piano for her.
Of course, if If not, you can still bid, and the highest bidder in the end, Miss Miaoyin, will also play a piece of music for her.
So now I invite Miss Miaoyin’s maid, Xiao Taohong, to bring you tonight’s topic.”
Zi finished her opening remarks with a smile on her face and walked backstage in a hurry.
As long as no one could write good poems, she would be able to collect a large sum of money tonight.
"Tonight Miss Miaoyin's topic is that there is no limit to the theme or style of lyrics."
Xiao Taohong smiled at everyone and said, "Then I and Miss Miaoyin will be waiting upstairs for your masterpieces."
After finishing speaking, Xiao Taohong supported Miaoyin and walked slowly towards the back of the bead curtain, leaving a wisp of fragrance behind and gradually disappeared in front of people.
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"Miss Miaoyin, this young master will definitely win the championship tonight."
"Well, if you are like that, the poems you write are probably nonsense.
How can you catch the eye of a girl?"
"I brought enough money in a few days, three hundred taels."
The chaotic scene only lasted for less than a quarter of an hour before it became quiet.
The talented man naturally began to meditate on poetry secretly, while the wealthy people also sat on the stage.
It was not the time for them to take action yet.
"Brother Zhang, why don't you write a poem?"
Yang Ming looked at Zhang Wencai next to him and was very surprised.
With the enthusiasm shown by this guy during the day, he had no reason not to join in the fun.
Zhang Wencai gave a wry smile and then said: "Hey, brother, you don't know something.
When it comes to endorsing my brother, I can say that I do my part.
I know the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, but it's better not to say this poem.
The most important thing is that I spent it yesterday.
Two hundred taels won the first prize, but now I only have less than one hundred taels of silver, which is not enough."
"Four hundred taels of silver just to listen to a little tune" Yang Ming couldn't help but be a little surprised According to the price ratio, two hundred taels of silver is equivalent to hundreds of thousands in future generations.
I really didn’t expect that such a fat man with an ordinary appearance could actually be a super rich man.
Think about the gatekeeper Liu Tieshan and others.
In order to offend people for dozens of dollars a month, they might as well have a glass of wine and listen to music.
Why is there such a big gap between this person and others?
At this moment, suddenly, Mr.
Mu Feiyun shouted loudly again.
"Yes" Hearing his loud shout, everyone looked anxiously.
With a smile on his face, Mu Feiyun walked slowly to the middle of the hall, walked to the desk that had been prepared, picked up his pen and ink, and began to write furiously.
To be called the number one son in Hongcheng, Mu Feiyun naturally has some abilities.
Not to mention his poetry, his calligraphy skills alone are already extraordinary.
Even Yang Ming had to admit that he had been practicing since he was a child and had the experience of seeing all the major calligraphers in his previous life.
With all the advantages, he was only three points higher.
It can be seen that this guy is not a waste of money.
False name At this time, Mu Feiyun had finished writing, and a rhymed poem appeared on the paper.
In the youth of the world before the rain and autumn, the wonderful sound is as picturesque as the words.
The fairy music is clear and the heart is flying to the moon, and the rain bells are singing under the willows.
What he wrote was the scene of Miaoyin's appearance tonight.
Although the artistic conception is not lofty, it accurately describes the scene just now.
It can be regarded as a rare and good poem.
"Young Master Mu is indeed worthy of being our number one young master in Hongcheng.
I don't dare to show my shame as soon as this song comes out.
I would like to congratulate you on your marriage.
Hahaha."
Another scholar in the audience clasped his fists, like this His poems were already beyond his ability, and his surrender attracted applause from the whole house.
Hearing someone voluntarily admit defeat, Mu Feiyun was a little proud.
He also spent a lot of mental energy on this poem, but looking at the envious faces of everyone in front of him, he felt that everything was worth it, and there will be more to come later.
It would be even more beautiful if Miss Miaoyin plays the piano alone.
Seeing everyone's boast, Mu Feiyun hurriedly said humbly: "As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
Mu is not the first because he is not talented.
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There must be an expert among you.
Why don't you write a poem?"
Let me feast my eyes on it and it’s a beautiful story, haha.” s: The first update today.
I just fell asleep, so I’m half an hour late.
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