Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

The madam hesitated on the stage for a moment, and saw a group of scholars below with eyes full of contempt, because she believed that no matter how hard the people below, they would not be as good as the poem she was holding, and even if the people below were so good, , she believed that her girl would also choose to be the author of this poem.

"Okay, let me read to everyone a poem written by the talented man upstairs. Everyone, please be quiet and listen carefully." The madam was standing on the stage, but she was extremely excited at the moment. ,

Because the paper she held in her hand was the earliest draft of the poem, and it was also the first font.

Everyone below fell silent,
The madam smiled like a chrysanthemum. She said slowly, "The title of this poem is "Jin Se"

Jinse has no end in fifty strings, a string of thoughts and a string of years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. "

After reading this poem, the whole place was as quiet as a chicken.

The so-called scholars and talented people all opened their mouths, looking horrified.

However, at this moment, in a boudoir on the second floor, the woman's cheeks were slightly red, and she also heard the poem the madam was reading,

"This feeling can be remembered in retrospect, but I was at a loss at the time. It is really a good poem. How can a little girl be worthy of the praise of such a great talent." It is obvious that she feels that this poem will definitely become famous. Passed down through the ages.

She came to the door of the room and said: "Go and tell mother that I want to meet the author of this poem."

"Miss, when my mother received this poem, she had already arranged it." Her maid said to her.

"Okay, I understand." After saying that, she sat in front of the dressing table and dressed herself up in the bronze mirror. A woman wants to please her own appearance, so she must show her best and most beautiful side. To the young master who wrote poems for her.

At this moment, at the bottom of the stage, Pei Qian's face turned pale. He thought to himself that this ancient and famous poem had come out just like that, and it was written for a brothel girl. He felt like rushing up and slapping Zheng Zhengjin. impulse,
Changsun Chong, on the other hand, opened his mouth wide and looked in a state of disbelief. At the same time, he was thinking in his heart, "Who is this person who is stepping on the horse? This poem is so awesome."

"This poem must be one that will last forever."

"Yes, Miss Jinse, you can actually carry this poem."

"It will last forever and is rare throughout the ages. This was actually done by that great talent. It's so shocking."

"In just a few sentences, they were written with such affection and delicacy, which is simply unheard of and unseen."

Brothers Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang asked Zheng Zhengjin in confusion: "Brother, that poem of yours is so great that those scholars who have high eyesight praise you so much. This is not like their style."

"What's this? It's just a poem. Besides, doesn't that girl happen to be named Jinse?" Zheng Zhengjin shrugged indifferently.

Cheng Chumo showed his portrait of Brother Zhu and said, "Congratulations, brother, the beauty you carried has returned."

Zheng Zhengjin smiled and shook his head, thinking: "I am actually doing this to allow the system to recover as soon as possible. After all, it gave me all its energy, and no matter what, I have received the benefits. If I don't save it, If I live it, I won’t be an ungrateful person.”

Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang, the girls in the arms of the two brothers, looked at Zheng Zhengjin's figure with admiring eyes.

No matter what happens today, this poem will definitely spread throughout Chang'an City tomorrow, and by then, there will be a lot of guests visiting the building.

At this time, the girl who served Zheng Zhengjin came in. She was smiling like a flower, with a faint blush on her face and said: "Master, please come with me." Zheng Zhengjin smiled and nodded, and said to Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang brothers: "In this case, those two dear friends, I will take my leave. You must remember to go to Taiyuan tomorrow. Don't forget it."

Cheng Chumo was silent, Cheng Chugliang nodded and said: "A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, go ahead, don't worry, my two brothers will never forget the mission to Taiyuan."

Zheng Zhengjin smiled, slung his schoolbag on one shoulder, and then left, following the girl to another place. As for Cheng Chumo's saying that a spring night is worth a thousand dollars, he had not thought about it yet.

At this moment, all the girls in the building were envious of Jinse.

If someone can write a poem for them that will last forever, then they are willing to do anything.

Some girls were even dissatisfied and said with resentment in their hearts: "Why is that little hoof's life so good?"

Soon, Zheng Zhengjin arrived outside Jinse’s boudoir.

The maid knocked on the door and whispered: "Miss, the poet is here." After speaking, she secretly looked at Zheng Zhengjin and felt that this young man was really handsome.

"Please come in," a crisp voice came from the room.
Then the maid resigned and left the door, signaling Zheng Zhengjin to open the door and go in.

Zheng Zhengjin was not polite and opened the door.

When Jin Se and Zheng Zhengjin met, she was breathing heavily, and her already pretty face turned crimson to the roots of her ears. Her voice was soft, with some disbelief: "Master, thank you very much, sir." Poetry."

Zheng Zhengjin shrugged his shoulders: "Miss Jinse, won't you invite me to sit down?" He had a gentle smile on his face, which made Jinse fall in love with him.

"Young master, please come in. It's my fault." After Zheng Zhengjin entered the house, she quickly closed the door of the boudoir, then leaned her back against the door, and gently patted her undulating breasts with her beautiful hands.

At this moment, there was no trace of death or resentment in her eyes that she had when she played the piano before. Instead, her eyes were filled with excitement, happiness, and excitement. She thought in her heart: "This young master is really talented, as beautiful as a tree in the wind."

Zheng Zhengjin looked at her funny and asked softly: "Does Miss Jinse also use other musical instruments, such as the pipa?"

Zheng Zhengjin asked this, Jinse was a little confused, and thought, shouldn't he sit by the bed and discuss the origin of life?
She walked to the side where Zheng Zhengjin was sitting, sat down slowly, and said in a soft voice: "Of course I can."

Zheng Zhengjin asked again: "Well, I wonder if Miss Jinse can compose music."

Jinse nodded blankly. She really knew how to compose music.

Zheng Zhengjin asked again: "I wonder if Miss Jinse can compose music based on the sound of the piano?"

Zheng Zhengjin didn't know how to compose music in the Tang Dynasty, but if he wanted to teach girls in the Tang Dynasty to compose music, was it really a big deal?

Jinse's cheeks were slightly red and she said, "If it's not difficult, the slave family can do it."

Zheng Zhengjin said: "In that case, how about I help Miss Jinse to borrow your piano?"

Jin Se was shocked and said: "Young Master knows how to play the piano?"

Zheng Zhengjin nodded and said with great confidence: "I can really do this." (End of Chapter)