Liu Zhenhu was stunned when he heard the words, some doubted that there was something wrong with his ears, but he heard Shen Miaoping repeat it again with a smile: "I am a layman, don't make false moves, I lose, walk on the ground three times and learn how to bark, you If you lose, give me 7,000 kuai, how about that?"
Seven thousand guan is not a small amount, if Liu Zhenhu really lost so much money, the Marquis of Wuan would rip off his skin, but he was confident that he would not lose to Shen Miaoping, he gritted his teeth and slammed his heart, in the end he agreed.
"Okay! Just do as you say."
Writing poetry takes time to scrutinize, and scenes such as two-person competitions also occur from time to time. The maid brought the incense burner, placed it on the desk, and presented the four treasures of the court. Thoughts, but most people's eyes are still focused on Shen Miaoping, wanting to see what he can write.
Shen Miaoping only drank one cup after another. After drinking one pot and changing another pot, he saw drunkenness in his eyes. He looked sideways at the corner not far away, the figure was still sitting there quietly, Xie Yuzhi was handsome and feminine. His face was divided into two halves by the shadows, and the bright lights only fell on his dark pupils with two more points of light.
Qian Tong and the others were in a hurry and kept tinkering with Shen Miaoping: "Sir, hurry up and write, how can you write when you are drunk, how embarrassing it is to go to school to bark, and our brothers' faces are also dull. ."
Shen Miaoping waved his sleeves in disgust: "Go, go, no matter how much you talk, you will pay for today's wine."
Liu Zhenhu already had the belly draft and started to write, the incense in the stove had already burned halfway, Shen Miaoping finally moved, but put down the wine jug and untied the gauze wrapped around the palm of his right hand.
The wounds from a few days ago have begun to heal gradually, but it still looks a little scary. Xueyi was stunned at first, and then said, "Young Master Shen has an injury on his hand. If it's inconvenient, Xueyi is willing to write for him."
“No need.” Shen Miao shook her head.
The incense stick was running out, and the gentleman in green, who had been scolded by him just now, took a look and saw that the paper was blank, he couldn't help sneering: "Brother Shen, why don't you write? So slow, Brother Liu has already finished writing."
Everyone heard the words and saw that Liu Zhenhu's last stroke just ended, he saw that Shen Miao's paper was empty, he couldn't help laughing, while ordering his maid to present his poem to Miss Xueyi for comment, he sarcastically said, "Shen Miaoping, Shen Miaoping. , this uncle is waiting for you to crawl on the ground to learn how to bark, if you just admit defeat now, I might consider letting you go."
Shen Miaoping took a sip of wine: "No hurry, look at Brother Liu's poem first."
The girl in Xueyi readily agreed, took Liu Zhenhu's poem and read it carefully, then her expression lightened slightly, and her remarks made a pertinent evaluation: "The idea is mediocre, the words are mediocre, and the quality is inferior."
In ancient times, most men were superior to women, and many people looked down on women in brothels, but it is not false that they are full of talents. When it comes to running the country, Anbang's snow clothes may be worse, but she is an expert in commenting on poetry, lyrics and songs.
Liu Zhenhu was a frequent visitor to the brothel, so he naturally knew this principle and didn't care when he heard the words, he just waited for Shen Miaoping to write a "low-quality" poem to mock him.
There is a time limit for a stick of incense as a premise. Although Liu Zhenhu's poems are not very good, they are still quite satisfactory. Who would have thought that they still can't get into Xueyi's eyes, which will inevitably make people feel a toothache. She handed the poems to the maid and gazed Turning to Shen Miaoping, "Young Master has a good work?"
Shen Miaoping subconsciously looked at Xie Yuzhi who was sitting in the corner when she heard the words, but saw that the other party was clasping his arms and looking at him lightly, he could not tell whether he was happy or angry, he raised his head and drank the last glass of wine, hiding the smile on his lips meaning.
Shen Miao shook her sleeves and finally picked up the pen to start writing. In an instant, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at it, and even went straight forward and read a sentence after he wrote it.
"Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees, blows even more, stars like rain..."
Some people could not help but nodded, the opening words were far better than Liu Zhenhu, even though the word was a bit ugly, but seeing that Shen Miaoping had a wound on his hand, he did not study it further and continued to read it.
"BMW carves are full of fragrance. The phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns light, the fish and dragon dance all night, and the moths and snow willow golden threads. The laughter is full of fragrances..."
This sentence depicts the prosperous scene in the outside world incisively and vividly. The beauties in the outside world with their fragrant clothes on the temples are really vivid, Liu Zhenhu's face could not help but soften a little until Shen Miaoping said the last sentence,
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times. When I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim..."
With one stroke, there was silence all over the place.
There is nothing unique about Shangye's lively grand occasion, except for the subtlety of the words. However, until this last sentence appeared, everyone discovered that the fireworks and prosperous avenues of Shangye and the beauties of Xiaye were all just to set off. The presence of one person.
Xueyi stared at the poem intently, and couldn't help but murmured, "I looked for him a thousand times in the crowd. When I look back, the man is there, in the dim light..."
She was stunned for a moment, and finally took a long sigh and looked at Shen Miaoping with a complicated expression: "What a good sentence, you should be the leader today, Young Master Shen wins."
When Liu Zhenhu heard the words, his mind was dizzy, and the few fluttering words in Xueyi suddenly smashed him into dizziness like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. "Seven thousand coins, not seven hundred coins. Brother Liu, don't forget it."
Liu Zhenhu felt that he had seen the smell of blood in his throat, his cheeks twitched quickly, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, his face was flushed, his eyes stared at Shen Miaoping, and finally he stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The little servant who lived in his own, gritted his teeth and spit out two words with difficulty—
"Go back, mansion!"
The crowd burst into laughter again, and Xue Yi also felt guilty for making fun of herself, so she couldn't help but bow her knees and say: "Young master is a great talent, little girl is willing to bow down."
Today's people hate the ancients, and the ancients also hate today's people. This ceremony has crossed the torrent of history and should be directed at Mr. Xin Qiji. Unfortunately, God did not reincarnate all the romantic characters in the world in the same era.
"Miao Zan, girl, I'm just a little smart, and I can't bear the word "big talent."
Shen Miaoping put it bluntly as copying a poem and slapped his face, he turned sideways to avoid Xue Yi's salute, then rolled up the poem he had just written and stuffed it into his sleeve in front of everyone's eyes, cupped his hands and smiled at the people around him, "I've seen the liveliness, the wine I also had a good drink, it's not early, I'll say goodbye first."
After saying this, he greeted Qian Tong and others, left the wine money, and ignored the literati who wanted to discuss poetry with him, and left the Chunxiaolou by himself.
Seeing this, Xie Yuzhi also got up and walked out, Shen Miaoping was leaning against the door waiting for him, holding a packet of hawthorn cakes bought on the roadside, ate half of it, saw him coming out, and handed it over with a smile: " Eat or not?"
Xie Yuzhi refused to answer, put his hands behind his back, and looked at him with a stern face on purpose: "You are so bold, you dare to come to such a place behind my back, are you not afraid that I will take care of you?"
Shen Miaoping did not panic at all, and he did not sleep with the woman: "I just heard that Chunxiaolou is famous, and I was just curious. I can't see it today, it's nothing unusual, I'll just come later."
Shen Miaoping finished eating the cakes in two or three times, clapped her hands and wanted to leave, but Xie Yuzhi grabbed his collar and did not let him go, pursed her lips and said displeasedly, "You even wrote a poem to that brothel girl."
Shen Miaoping acted as a rogue: "So what if you wrote it?"
Xie Yuzhi stared at him with swarthy eyes, and even saw a bit of grievance: "You write poems for other women, and you still ask me how?"
"Who said I wrote it for her?"
Feeling drunk, Shen Miaoping was a little drunk, he took out the crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, spread it out, pointed to the last sentence and said, "Have you seen it? The crowd searched for him a thousand times. When I looked back, that person was there, In dim lights…”
Shen Miaoping squeezed Xie Yuzhi's face as he spoke, smiled savagely, and teased, "Little beauty, do you know how I wrote this sentence?"
Xie Yuzhi was as cold as frost and did not speak, but his ears were quietly red.
"I was terrified when I visited the brothel. I looked left and right, and when I turned around, I saw you sitting in a corner, and I came up with this sentence."
"… "
After Shen Miaoping finished speaking, she yawned and took Xie Yuzhi's shoulder: "Go, sleepy, go home and sleep."
Xie Yuzhi didn't move.
Shen Miaoping "tsk": "What are you afraid of, we are legal."
Xie Yuzhi was speechless, and reached out to support him: "You are drunk."
The sound of the hoofs approached, the guards drove the carriage over, the whip tip made a short light sound in the air, after it stopped, Xie Yu got on the carriage, reached out and grabbed Shen Miaoping's arm and pulled the person up.
There was a soft couch inside the carriage, Shen Miaoping seemed to have used it as a bed, lying on it and resting on Xie Yuzhi's legs began to fall asleep, the side face was incredible, Xie Yuzhi couldn't help but smile, his slender hands played with the crystals around his waist Pei, then reached out and patted his face,
"Shen Miaoping."
"Uh-huh?"
Xie Yuzhi looked at him seriously, there was a slightly bitter scent of traditional Chinese medicine on his body, leaned slightly, leaned close to him and asked, "Is what you said in Chunxiaolou true?"
Shen Miaoping did not hear what he was saying at all, but just nodded casually: "Well, it is true."
Xie Yuzhi smiled, but asked, "Then do you remember what you said?"
Shen Miaoping finally became clearer, patted his chest and assured, "I have a sincere heart for the second master, the world can prove it, the sun and the moon can learn from it, others in my eyes are as insignificant as the wind and dust, no matter how beautiful they are born, I will still be in my heart. There is only the second master."
"Okay," Xie Yuzhi nodded, satisfied with his answer,
"Then can you tell me how you plan to spend the seven thousand dollars you won from Liu Zhenhu?"
Shen Miaoping fell into silence when she heard the words, Xie Yuzhi would not want him to hand over private money, would he? This is not feasible, where in the world are there so many fools who let themselves deceive.
Turning over silently, Shen Miaoping stretched out her arms and hugged Xie Yuzhi's waist, buried her face in his arms and rubbed her face in his arms, she said in a low voice, "Save it, when we get old, I'll buy you candy~"
Xie Yuzhi seemed to want to laugh, but held back, he continued to stare at him blankly: "Can I still eat candy when I'm old?"
"It's okay, let's buy something else. Osmanthus cakes and rice cakes are delicious."
Xie Yuzhi wanted to say more, but Shen Miaoping didn't want to hear it anymore. He stretched out his hand and clasped the back of his head and gave him a kiss that was drunk. Ignoring the other party's slight struggle, he opened his lips and directly invaded.