Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 551
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As soon as the man finished speaking, his followers immediately gathered and accused Liu Wencai, almost jumping up and beating him.

It can also be seen from this that the scholars of this era are also quite courageous, especially people like Liu Wencai who are not good at literary skills but insist on hanging out in the circle of scholars.

At this moment, the man with the duck voice in front of the heavy gauze curtain was called in and listened for a moment in front of the two dignitaries.

Then he came out again, with a serious expression on his face, and shouted in a loud voice: "Shut up, everyone!"

This voice was loud enough, and it instantly silenced the hundreds of literati. They all fell silent, and then turned back to look at him.

"Mr. Liu, my master invites you to come in and meet me."

The male duck voice looked at Liu Wencai again, a smile instantly broke out on his face, and his expression changed quickly.

All the scholars were stunned. What's going on?Why are you so polite to this person?
Also, why do those two noble men want to see this person?

While all the scholars were scratching their heads, Liu Wencai was already elated and walked behind the heavy gauze curtain.

However, Liu Wencai held the poem manuscript in his hand and looked up, almost having a heart attack.

Because Zhu Xiuyuan was also very familiar with this noble man and woman.

They are actually... Emperor Chen and Concubine You!
……

On the same Qinhuai River, dozens of feet away.

Zhu Xiuyuan and their cruise ship.

Dong Shuzhen, holding the poem "Sapphire Case·Yuan Xiu" written in her hand, looked at Zhu Xiuyuan, her eyes were filled with little stars, and she clung to him tightly.

Zhu Xiuyuan took a step forward, and she also took a step forward. Zhu Xiuyuan took a step back, and she also took a step back.Zhu Xiuyuan turned sideways, and she followed suit...

It is simply "in sync" with Zhu Xiuyuan.

Dong Shuzhen, Li Qingnu, and the four maids, while covering their mouths and snickering, Dong Shuyu said again that he wanted Zhu Xiuyuan to compose another poem.

Dong Shuyu liked Zhu Xiuyuan's poems very much. It is best to have as many poems as possible.

Rarely, Dong Shuyu took the initiative to ask him to do something, and it happened that Zhu Xiuyuan also searched for several poems suitable for the occasion, so he agreed.

After rearranging the desktop, Zhu Xiuyuan picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.

"Look, look, Uncle Jiang Cheng has written again!" The ladies on the surrounding cruise ships suddenly shouted.

"The poem "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" just now is already the top poem of the Shangyuan Dynasty today. If it were used to participate in the Shangyuan Poetry Competition, it is very likely to win the top poetry... But I didn't expect that Uncle Jiang Cheng still had some energy left. Make another song..."

"I wonder what kind of poem Jiang Chengbo will write this time?"

"It's definitely better than "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi", or at least on par with it!"

"This year's Shangyuan Night is really a worthwhile trip..."

While all the ladies and ladies were talking about it, Zhu Xiuyuan finished writing the second poem tonight.

""Nvguanzi·Yuanxi"?" Dong Shuyu also read the poem this time.

However, this brand name is a little bit confusing.

The content of this poem is as follows:

"The scent of cymbidium flowers is also there.

Xueqingchi Pavilion is picturesque.

The spring breeze came, and on the Baochai Tower, there was a sound of shengxiao and glass light.

Now the lights are hanging.

It's not the dark dust and bright moon, it was Yuan Ye at that time.

In recent years, I have been lazy and timid, and I am shy and fighting with moths.

The people of Jiangcheng quietly started to fight.

If you ask who can explain prosperity, then ask God to borrow it.

Remove the remaining red hair.

But in the dream, there is a faint, tin-che-luopa.

Wujian Silver Powder Calender.

I will write down the scenery of my old home as idle talk.

The smiling green servant girl next door is leaning against the window and still singing, as the sun sets in the west. "

After Dong Shuyu read this poem, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then his eyes burst into light...

It was this feeling, this poetic conception that touched her heart the most...

Dong Shuyu held the poem manuscript in both hands and couldn't put it down. A rare and obvious smile appeared on her cold face.

Li Jiye, Li Qingnu, Dong Shuzhen, and the four maids also read it one after another and marveled at the beauty of this poem.

"Good job, Mr. Grace!"

Even Na Yan Dashan came to join in the fun, laughing silly and having fun with everyone.

"Oh, tell me, what's so good about it?" Zhu Xiuyuan asked with a smile.

"Uh……"

Yan Dashan was immediately dumbfounded. He could only roughly recognize a few big characters, so how could he know whether a poem was well written or not.

His scratchy look made everyone burst into laughter.

While Zhu Xiuyuan and the others were laughing, this new song "Nuguanzi·Yuanxi" was also copied to the surrounding cruise ships, and was rushed to read by all the wealthy ladies.

Needless to say, this poem is very good, and it has fascinated a large number of fans.

All the rich ladies, either covertly or blatantly, took a look at Zhu Xiuyuan and his family's cruise ship, their gazes warm and fiery.

Dong Shuzhen naturally noticed these glances, but the strange thing was that she was not disgusted. Instead, she regarded it as a kind of honor, tightly maintaining the "divine synchronization" with Zhu Xiuyuan, her face full of pride.

Soon, Zhu Xiuyuan's new work, like a gust of wind, was blown into the group of literati on the shore.

Finally, it invaded the Shangyuan Poetry Club again and passed it into the hands of Emperor Chen and Concubine You behind the heavy veil.

……

Zhu Xiuyuan and their cruise ship.

"Senior brother's writing is brilliant, two consecutive Shangyuan poems are worthy of the title of famous poems through the ages..."

Li Qingnu's eyes were shining as she approached Zhu Xiuyuan with a very soft smile on her face.Naturally, the look of adoration is also essential.

Li Qingnu first praised Zhu Xiuyuan, and finally showed his fox tail: "Senior brother, please compose another one. If senior brother can compose three famous poems in a row in one night, it will be famous all over the world!"

Zhu Xiuyuan was very high-spirited, as if these poems were his original creation, very shameless, but when faced with Princess Anle's request... well, he really couldn't refuse.

Ever since, Zhu Xiuyuan dipped his pen in ink again and wrote a title on the paper: "Partridge Sky: Dreaming on Yuanxi".

This time it was Li Qingnu who was reading the poem, and I heard her read:

"The fat water flows eastward for eternity. It was not the right kind of lovesickness at first.

I didn't see Bi Danqing in my dream, but I was startled by the singing of mountain birds in the dark.

Spring is not green, temples are silky.Don't be sad for a long time in the world.

Who taught me that every year the red lotus is on the night, the two places meditate and know each other. "

When Zhu Xiuyuan put down the pen, Li Qingnu picked up the poem manuscript excitedly, with a smile on his face: "Good words, good words, senior brother is really a literary star!"

Naturally, this new poem caused a sensation again. With the recommendation of a group of "tap water" people, it became known to many people in a short period of time.

……

A few dozen feet away, there was a four-story ship.

Fourth floor.

"Good news, master, good news, Uncle Jiang Cheng has published a new work..." The man with the duck voice held a poem manuscript that had been passed down through several hands and ran in from the door, his steps very fast. , straight past the hundreds of demented literati.

Then he walked behind the heavy gauze curtain and presented the poem manuscript to the two nobles.

Through the gauze curtain, the eyes of all the literati, especially Mr. Zhou, almost bulged out.

I saw the two vague dignitaries, who seemed to be very excited, taking the poem manuscript with their hands, and then recited it while shaking their heads...

This kind of scene has happened once before.

Obviously, the poems written by Uncle Jiang Cheng completely disrupted the rhythm of the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting. Under normal circumstances, the position of the chief poet of the Shangyuan Dynasty would have been announced long ago.

But now, after procrastinating and procrastinating, others don't feel anything, but Mr. Zhou, his face is getting greener and greener, and he gritted his teeth secretly...

Judging from the performance of the two dignitaries behind the gauze curtain, it is really hard to say who will eventually take the position of chief poet of the Yuan Dynasty.

……

Zhu Xiuyuan and their cruise ship.

Qiu Wen and Xia Wu were in front, Dong Mei and Chun Xue were behind, and the four maids came over again, calling "aunt, uncle, uncle", serving tea, squeezing shoulders, pouring wine and beating legs, trying their best to flatter... In the end, Please wish Xiuyuan another song.

They were trying to drain Zhu Xiuyuan dry!
Dong Shuzhen, Dong Shuyu, and Li Qingnu were covering their mouths and laughing.

To be honest, they also want to wish Xiuyuan to compose a few more songs. Today is the Lantern Festival, so the opportunity is rare.

Moreover, Zhu Xiuyuan has composed three songs in a row, the first of which is excellent. They want to know whether Zhu Xiuyuan can continue to compose.

If I can get another good song, then today will really be complete, and this trip will be worthwhile.

"Hey, ok, ok, let's make another one, this is the last one, there will be no more!" Helpless, Zhu Xiuyuan had no choice but to agree.

Everyone cheered, a few women played gongs and drums, and soon they had arranged their pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

So Zhu Xiuyuan took up writing again, and this time Qiuwen was reading the poem.

Just listen to Qiu Wen read: ""Jie Yu Hua Shangyuan"!"

This is the brand name.

"The wind extinguishes the flames of wax, the dew blooms on red lotuses, and the light of the flower market shines upon each other.

Guihua flowing tiles.

The thin clouds dispersed, and Geng Geng Su'e wanted to descend.

The clothes are elegant.

Look at Chu Nu's slim waist.

Xiao drums are noisy, people's shadows are uneven, and the road is full of fragrant musk.

Because the capital city is open at night.

Looking at a thousand gates like the day, laughing and traveling.

Tin caropa.

Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust and horses.

Time is also.

All I see is that the old love fades away.

When the leaks are cleared and the flying caps return, stop dancing and stop singing. "

As soon as this word came out, all the girls were delighted. The quality of this song was no less impressive than the previous three!
The girls read it carefully and argued about the artistic conception of the poem. Then they put it together with the first three poems and collected it with great care.

Naturally, the song "Jie Yu Hua·Shang Yuan" also went crazy.

Even the wealthy ladies and literati are a little numb.

Good boy!
Four consecutive lyrics have been released, and all of them are excellent, how can others live?
After this night, what else will people be asked to write at the Shangyuan Poetry Club in the future?
Shangyuan night tour is in full swing.

On the Qinhuai River, there are thousands of cruise ships with thousands of lanterns hanging on the hull. They sway with the sway of the cruise ship and the night wind, shaped like glowing willow branches.

Colorful, gorgeous like flowers, reflected on the rippled river surface, melting into fine golden light...

On every cruise ship, there is a group of [-]-year-old girls, beautifully dressed, gathered in groups.

Or laughing and playing, laughter blending into the hustle and bustle.

Or sit quietly, sip tea and enjoy the scenery.

Under the colorful lights, seen from a distance, their graceful and quiet bodies and graceful and free movements look like a painting.

"In the section in front of Pipa Lane, although there are no beautiful lighthouses or light wheels, it seems to be pretty good. Look, those attics are no worse than lighthouses."

Zhu Xiuyuan and the others were sitting on the bow of the boat, drinking tea and wine while admiring the scenery.

Their cruise ship had been "stranded" here for a long time. After looking at this place carefully, they found that it was really nice.

The Shangyuan Poetry Recital has not yet ended, and the cruise ships blocking the river in front have not dispersed.

Zhu Xiuyuan and the others were unable to move, and cruise ships came one after another, blocking the road behind them.

They can neither move forward nor retreat.

Besides admiring the scenery, what else can you do?
"Hey, husband, look, the...juggling on the street looks pretty good too. Wow, there are fire-breathing ones, what a big fire... Uh, husband, I suddenly want to go ashore for a walk... "

Dong Shuzhen stood beside Zhu Xiuyuan. She was relatively short. She hugged Zhu Xiuyuan's waist from the side and leaned her head on Zhu Xiuyuan. The two of them stood on the bow of the boat. No matter how you looked at it, they looked very coordinated.

Because they are a real couple, there is no problem for this young couple to love each other and be close to each other.

As the eldest sister, Dong Shuyu likes to see this kind of situation the most.

However, it's not like they were the only two on the cruise ship. They were hugging each other in public, which was not good.

Li Jiye's expression did not change, but Li Qingnu was slightly embarrassed.

In other words, Dashan and others all fled to the stern of the ship, and dozens of people gathered together alone.

As for the four maids of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, it is not surprising to compare them because they have seen a lot.

They, the second young lady and the uncle, are people who don't care much about other people's opinions. They do whatever they think of.

However, the only difference is Xia Wu.

She was behind, looking at the backs of Dong Shuzhen and Zhu Xiuyuan, with an aunty smile on her face...

"Husband, look, there are many shops over there, candied haws, sugar water, big meat buns... and... there is a mask stand!"

Dong Shuzhen looked over one by one and read all the stalls she could see.

As a 17-year-old girl, her face is not thin, but fleshy and full of collagen. When she smiles, she looks particularly good-looking.

In addition, there are thousands of lanterns tonight, all colorful. This kind of light shines on Dong Shuzhen's fair face, giving it a brilliant color.

Coupled with her innocent smile...

There was also the excitement and excitement when she browsed various stalls, as well as the desire to go ashore and go shopping. The various expressions and eyes were intertwined together.

This makes Dong Shuzhen look particularly attractive at this moment.

She seems to be the most precious jewel in the world!
It seems like an angel, worthy of pity and love.

Zhu Xiuyuan just looked at her like this. Suddenly, his heart moved and he stretched out his hand to pinch her face, which was full of collagen.

Because it looks really cute.

However, when Zhu Xiuyuan's hand was only an inch away from her face, she happened to say the words "mask stall".

"Mask stand?!"

Zhu Xiuyuan's complexion changed.

He remembered what happened on New Year's Day night, and his hand suddenly froze.

There seemed to be a layer of membrane between his hand and Dong Shuzhen's face, and he couldn't get across it.

(End of this chapter)