Chapter 2077 Weird Oiran

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Hearing this topic, everyone in the field applauded one after another. The Song Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous. Even if the average person is not very talented, he still has a vision. At a glance, he can see that this Hua Kui topic is ingenious.

The group of young masters from the capital thought hard one by one. Although many of them are playful, but in a place where talents gather in Lin'an, they are familiar with each and every one of them, but they are also a bit literary, not to mention that these people linger in the fireworks and willow alleys and many brothels. They all pursue literary talents, and they all have experience in similar things.

"Have it!" A young man stood up excitedly and handed the poem he had written to the maid, who soon opened the paper and read, "As soon as we go two or three miles, there are four or five homes in Yancun, and six in the pavilion. Seven seats, eighty or ninety flowers."

"Okay!" I didn't expect someone to make it so quickly, and a group of people around couldn't help but applaud.

"This bastard." The woman in yellow scolded suddenly.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but stunned, and couldn't help but say, "I see the poems are doing pretty well."

The woman in the yellow shirt snorted and ignored him at all, but Xue Baochai, who was on the side, explained to him with a blushing face: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more books... This poem was written by Shao Yong, a poet of this dynasty. He and Zhou Dunyi wrote this poem. , Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, and Cheng Yi are collectively known as the 'Five Sons of the Northern Song Dynasty' and are well-known Confucian scholars."

"Really, haha~" Song Qingshu couldn't help his face become hot, thinking that it is no wonder that the woman in yellow shirt was angry, Shao Yong was a sage of Jianshan Academy, and it turned out that this person used his poems to compete for jealousy in the brothel, which is simply insulting.

However, looking at the excitement of the group of people in the field, it seems that not many people know the origin of this poem, and it really is a group of playboys who only eat, drink and play.

Thinking of being despised by the woman in yellow shirt and Xue Baochai just now, Song Qingshu thought that she was fortunate to have the identity of Jia Baoyu, otherwise she would be embarrassed.

At this time, Xue Pan approached Xue Baochai and said, "Good sister, help my brother make a song. You know, I'm fine in fighting, but writing poems and lyrics is really hard for me." People specially deal with this kind of situation in the brothel, but this time to Xixia, it is naturally impossible to bring those gunmen. When encountering such a problem, I was dumbfounded.

Xue Baochai snorted: "What kind of decency is this? No help!"

Song Qingshu laughed secretly, and her sister helped her brother chase prostitutes in the brothel. With Xue Baochai's temperament, how could she be so embarrassed.

"Have it!" At this time, Lu Shidao threw the pen in his hand and handed over the written paper, and the maid took it and showed it to the Hua Kui, and read it out: "After a goodbye, the two are hanging on each other. It's just three or four. moon

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, Who knows five or six years? The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-line script cannot be passed on. The nine-link chain was broken from it, and the ten-mile pavilion was eager to see through. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to complain. "

"Okay!" There was another round of applause, and it was difficult for everyone to distinguish this one from the one just now. Who is better in writing, but there are more words, and most of them are more powerful. The key is that it also tells about the love between men and women. It seems more appropriate in today's environment.

Lu Shisheng on the side smiled slightly and stood up: "I also have..."

Someone had already been sent to the back of the bead curtain, and the maid quickly read it out: "I can't say a thousand words and a thousand words, I am bored, and ten rely on the railing. Chongjiu climbs high to see the lonely geese, in August and mid-autumn, the moon is round and people are not round. In July and a half, holding candles and burning incense Ask the sky, in the dog days of June, everyone shakes a fan and my heart is cold. In May, the pomegranate is red like fire, but when there are bursts of cold rain, the flowers are poured. In April, the loquats are not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror. The peach blossoms turn with the water. They are scattered, and the kite string is broken in February. Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish I was in the next life, you are a woman and I am a man!"

"Okay, that's more words!"

"The two young masters of Lu are really talented!"

"The two brothers really took advantage. As long as one comes up with it, the other can compare it."

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This time, Song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud rashly. His first reaction was to look at the woman in yellow and Xue Baochai.

The woman in the yellow shirt ignored him as always, but Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile when he saw his staring expression: "This is Zhuo Wenjun's "Poem of Resentment", although he didn't write it himself, but he used it here to express to the courtesan Admiration is also appropriate."

Xue Pan couldn't help but scolded: "Bah, what, it's not sincere to go to a prostitute."

Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile, and the woman in the yellow shirt gave him a disgusting look, but Song Qingshu thought he was cute and innocent.

Xue Pan's voice was not deliberately lowered, and the Lu brothers in the distance also heard it, each with a dark face, stood up and cupped his hands to him: "I have heard that the son of the Xue family is talented, I wonder if you can write an article to open our eyes. ."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of snickering in the arena. How could Dubawang be at his level? How could they, who are all from Lin'an, not know?

"I...I..." Being surrounded by a group of people, and even faintly feeling that the oiran was staring at him, Xue Pan couldn't help blushing.

Xue Baochai frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "Master Xue's is ready." Of course she didn't want to help her brother pick up girls, but she didn't want the face of the Xue family to be broken, so she hesitated and came out to help

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Lining up brother.

The maid took it away and read it out: "The nineteenth moon is an eight-point circle, seven talented and six are crazy, five watch four drums and three chickens sing, embrace February and sleep with a pillow."

Xue Baochai can't do anything about it. Everyone knows his brother's urination. If he uses Taiwen's words, everyone will

Knowing that it wasn't written by him, that's why I use this limerick, which is more his style.

Xue Pan immediately swept away the situation and applauded himself: "Okay!"

The rest of the people secretly contempt, and there was only a sparse applause, but Xue Pan didn't care about these, and folded his hands to return the salute, while muttering: "I won the award, I won the award."

Xue Baochai covered his eyes with his hands, feeling really embarrassed.

"One big Qiao and two Xiao Qiao, three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist. Apply five, six or seven points of powder, and make up 80 or 90 percent." Soon someone made it. Although the semantics are a bit vulgar, it is still in the brothel. This kind of environment, on the contrary, has attracted the unanimous praise of many men.

At this time, Lu Shisheng suddenly said: "I don't know what Master Jia can do?" Hearing his words, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with complicated expressions.

A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was definitely the leader of their group of sons, and no one dared to offend him, but now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is declining, they naturally have no scruples. Thinking of the flattery they had given to him in the past, all these people felt very uncomfortable, and they were happy to see him make a fool of himself.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but didn't take it to heart at all. He wrote a note and handed it out. Not to mention Xue Baochai, even the woman in yellow looked at it curiously, but when they saw what he wrote, the expressions of the two women suddenly became very strange. :

"A piece of two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, and twelve, thirteen, and fourteen pieces."

The woman in the yellow shirt was even more contemptuous, but Xue Baochai felt that it was even more embarrassing than her brother's embarrassment just now.

Song Qingshu didn't care, anyway, he wasn't interested in this Hua Kui or anything, not to mention the one who lost Jia Baoyu, what's the matter with him Song Qingshu?

After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle inside, obviously the Hua Kui was also amused, Song Qingshu shrugged, took a sip of tea nonchalantly, and waited to be eliminated directly.

Who knew that a beautiful voice sounded inside: "A piece of two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces. There are thousands of pieces and countless pieces. When you fly into the plum blossoms, you can't see them. This poem is unique. Jia Gongzi is very literary."

Song Qingshu almost spit out a sip of tea, and Xue Baochai and the woman in the yellow shirt looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

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