Hearing this topic, everyone in the venue applauded. The style of writing in the Song Dynasty was prosperous. Even if ordinary people are not very talented, they still have vision. At a glance, they can see that this oiran's topic is ingenious.
This group of sons from the capital thought hard about it, many of them were dudes, but in a place like Lin'an where talented people gathered, they were all well-informed, not to mention that these people often lingered in the fireworks and willow alley, and there were many brothels. They all pursue literary talents, and they have experience in similar things.
"Yes!" A young man stood up excitedly, handed the poem he had written to the maid, and soon the maid opened the paper and began to read, "One to two or three miles, four or five houses in Yancun, six pavilions Seven seats, eighty or ninety flowers."
"Okay!" I didn't expect someone to make it so soon, and a group of people around couldn't help applauding. The young man bowed his hands in all directions, and glanced at the beautiful figure behind the curtain from time to time, feeling very unhappy.
"This bastard." The woman in yellow suddenly scolded softly.
Song Qingshu couldn't help being startled, and couldn't help but said: "I see that the poem is well done."
The girl in the yellow shirt snorted and ignored him at all, but Xue Baochai blushed and explained to him: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more books... This poem was written by Shao Yong, a poet of this dynasty. Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, and Cheng Yi are collectively known as the "Five Sons of the Northern Song Dynasty", and they are famous Confucianists in Neo Confucianism."
"Really, haha~" Song Qingshu couldn't help but his face turned hot, thinking that it's no wonder that the woman in yellow is angry, Shao Yong is a sage of Jianshan Academy, and it turned out that this person used his poems to compete for popularity in the brothel, which is simply insulting to the gentleman.
However, looking at the excitement of the group of people in the field, it seems that few people know the origin of this poem. It really is a group of playboys who only know how to eat, drink and have fun.
Thinking of being despised by Huang Shinu and Xue Baochai just now, Song Qingshu thought to himself that it is fortunate that he is carrying Jia Baoyu's identity, otherwise he would be ashamed.
At this time, Xue Pan leaned over to Xue Baochai: "My dear sister, please help my brother write a song. You know, I can do well in fighting, but writing poems and lyrics is really difficult for me." In Lin'an City before, he raised a bunch of idlers. People specialize in dealing with this kind of situation in brothels, but this time they went to Xixia, it was naturally impossible to bring those gunmen, and when they encountered this kind of problem, they were immediately dumbfounded.
Xue Baochai spat: "What's wrong with this? Don't help!"
Song Qingshu secretly laughed, his younger sister helped his elder brother chase prostitutes in the brothel, with Xue Baochai's temperament, he couldn't be ashamed.
"Yes!" At this time, Lu Shidao threw the pen in his hand and handed over the written paper. The servant girl took it and showed it to Huakui, and then read it out: "After the first parting, the two will be together. Just say three or four Month, who knows five or six years? There is no heart to play the lyre, and there is nothing to pass on the eight-line script. Nine chains are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is eager to see through. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness.
"Okay!" There was another round of applause, and it was difficult for everyone to distinguish between this article and the one just now, which one has better literary talent, but this word has more words, and it is probably more powerful. The key is that it also tells the lovesickness of men and women. It seems more appropriate in today's environment.
Lu Shisheng on the side smiled slightly and stood up too: "I also have..."
Someone had sent it to the back of the bead curtain long ago, and the maid quickly read it out: "Thousands of words can't be finished, I'm bored, and I lean on the railing. Climb the heights to see lonely geese. In August, mid-autumn, the moon is round and people are not round. In the middle of July, burn incense with candles." Ask the heavens, in the dog days of June, when everyone shakes their fans, I feel chilled. In May, the pomegranates are red like fire, and the flowers are watered by bursts of cold rain. In April, the loquats are not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror. Suddenly, March Peach blossoms turn with the water. Flying and falling, the kite string is broken in February. Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man!"
"Okay, this number is more!"
"The two Mr. Lu are really talented!"
"The two brothers really took advantage of it. As long as one figured it out, the other would be able to compare and write an article."
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This time Song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud rashly, his first reaction was to look at Huang Shinu and Xue Baochai beside him.
The girl in the yellow shirt ignored him as usual, but Xue Baochai couldn't help laughing when she saw his eager eyes: "This is Zhuo Wenjun's "Poem of Resentful Lang". Admiration is also appropriate."
Xue Pan couldn't help scolding: "Hey, what, even a whore is so insincere."
Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help smiling, and the woman in yellow gave him a disgusted look, but Song Qingshu thought he was cute and straightforward.
Xue Pan didn't deliberately lower his voice, the Lu brothers in the distance also heard it, their faces darkened, they stood up and cupped their hands at him: "I've heard that Mr. Xue is a great talent, 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 field, what is the level of the dumb king, how could the group of them who came from Lin'an not know
"I... I..." Surrounded by a crowd of people, even faintly feeling that the oiran was staring at him, Xue Pan couldn't help but blush.
Xue Baochai on one side frowned slightly, took out a piece of paper and said, "Mr. Xue's is ready." Naturally, she didn't want to help her brother pick up girls, but she didn't want Xue's family's reputation to be ruined, so she hesitated and came out to help. brother.
The servant girl took it away and read it out: "The nineteenth moon is eight cents round, seven gifted men and six are insane, five watches, four drums and chickens singing three times, sleeping with two moons in one's arms."
Xue Baochai can't help it either, everyone knows his brother's pissing nature, if you use too literary sentences, everyone will know that he didn't write it, so this kind of doggerel is used, which is more of his style.
Xue Pan immediately swept away the decline, and applauded himself: "Good!"
The rest of the people were secretly contemptuous, and there were only sparse applause, but Xue Pan didn't care about these, and while arching his hands and returning the salute, he muttered: "Thank you, thank you."
Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hands, feeling really ashamed.
"One big Joe and two little Joes, three-inch golden lotus and four-inch waist. Five or six or seven points of powder are applied, and the makeup is eighty or ninety." Soon someone else made it. This kind of environment, on the contrary, attracted unanimous praise from many men.
At this time, Master Lu suddenly said, "I don't know what Mr. 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 among them, and no one dared to offend him, but now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family is in decline, they naturally have no scruples. Thinking of the flattery they had given him in the past, these people felt very unhappy, and were happy to see him make a fool of themselves.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, he didn't take it seriously at all, he wrote an article and handed it out, not to mention Xue Baochai, even the girl in yellow looked at it curiously, but when they saw what he wrote, the expressions of the two girls suddenly became very strange :
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, twelve, thirteen and fourteen pieces."
The woman in the yellow shirt showed even more contempt, but Xue Baochai felt that it was even more embarrassing than her brother's embarrassment just now, thinking that she would really urge Baoyu to study more when she was free in the future.
Song Qingshu didn't care, anyway, he wasn't interested in this oiran, let alone Jia Baoyu's man, so what did Song Qingshu have to do with him
After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle from inside, obviously the oiran was also amused, Song Qingshu shrugged, took a sip of tea nonchalantly, waiting to be eliminated directly.
Unexpectedly, a beautiful voice sounded from inside: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms and never disappearing. This poem is unique, Mr. Jia has a good literary talent."
Song Qingshu almost spit out a sip of tea, and Xue Baochai and Huang Shinu on the side looked at him with extremely strange eyes.