Tang Yin's expression was still light and calm at the beginning, and he became calm when he read it, and Wen Zhengming next to him couldn't help but look at it carefully.

Wang Cuiqiao didn't want Xu Jin's gift poem, but now that Tang Bohu is reciting it aloud, it is naturally impossible for her to cover her ears and not listen, but Tang Bohu was attracted as soon as she read a few sentences. This "Funeral Flower Yin" was originally written in Lin Daiyu's tone, and as a woman, she naturally has a sense of substitution.

"The peach and plum can be sent again next year, and I know who will be in the boudoir next year...... When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift. Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is sad to bury the flower people. Sprinkle the flower hoe with dark tears, sprinkle the empty branches and see blood marks......"

Unconsciously, Wang Cuiqiao was completely immersed in the poem, her lips buzzed, and she followed Tang Bohu's light thoughts, her eyes gradually turned red, and her eyes condensed a layer of mist. This poem of self-pity of the girl in the boudoir is obviously hitting the soft position in her heart, releasing a powerful contagion.

"At the end of the day, where is the incense hill? If you don't collect the beautiful bones, a blank of pure land covers the wind and flow. The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches. Tang Bohu continued to read aloud, the old man's expression was extremely sad at the moment, and his tone became extremely gloomy.

"Nong is burying the flower man laughing idiot today, who does he know when he buries Nong? Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age. Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing it...... Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. Tang Bohu smashed his mouth like a retrospective, repeated the last two sentences, and sighed: "As soon as Xu Ziqian's "Funeral Flower Yin" came out, there was no longer a poem in the world that cherished spring. ”

Wen Zhengming was also moved: "Xu Ziqian is known as a peerless poet, and he really didn't get a name, and he thought that he was not under Brother Ziwei." ”

Mother Jin wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and sighed: "Master Xu's poem is so well written and touching, that the slave family is also accompanied by tears." ”

Tang Bohu glanced at Wang Cuiqiao's master and servant who was already in tears, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, he was still full of confidence and was ready to compose a poem to help Wang Cuiqiao win the championship, but at this time he had to stop fighting, no way, just like the poet immortal Li Bai Denghuang Crane Tower: There is a scene in front of him, and Cui Hao has a poem on it!

Although Tang Bohu is conceited of his poetic talent, he also understands very well that no matter how he writes today, he will definitely not be as good as Xu Jin's "Funeral Flower Yin", so it is better not to be bored.

"Xu Ziqian's poems have always been magnificent, but this one is delicate and sad, Erniu, is this really your master's work?" Tang Bohu asked unwillingly.

Erniu said proudly: "That must have been written by our master, except for our master, who has the ability to write such a poem...... The poems of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods came. ”

Tang Bohu couldn't help rolling his eyes and said: "Foolish, I use words indiscriminately without a little ink in my stomach!" ”

Er Niu Han scratched his head with a smile, took the paper roll back from Tang Bohu's hand, and turned around to leave. Wang Cuiqiao, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, hurriedly said, "Brother Erniu, wait." ”

Erniu stopped in a daze, but he didn't dare to look at Wang Cuiqiao, this woman is so good-looking, she cried with flowers and rain just now, Erniu's heart fluttered and fluttered just by looking at it, so naturally he didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Wang Cuiqiaolian moved lightly, took the paper scroll from Erniu, and said with a blessing: "The little woman of this song "Funeral Flower Yin" accepted it, and the Erniu brothers expressed their gratitude to Lord Xu on their behalf. ”

Mother Jin was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "That's right, how can you live up to Lord Xu's good intentions, Brother Erniu, there is a tael of silver here, take it to drink a cup of tea." ”

After Mother Jin finished speaking, she stuffed a piece of broken silver into Erniu's hand, Erniu could only thank him, and hurriedly got off the boat to leave, and this Mother Jin looked at the "Cowherd" like eyes that made him panic.

Wang Cuiqiao opened the "Funeral Flower Yin" and looked at it carefully, her bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist again, and she saluted Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming, and said slightly: "Let the two of you laugh, the little woman suddenly had inspiration and retired first." ”

After Wang Cuiqiao finished speaking, he bowed again, and returned to the second floor with brisk steps, and after a while, there was a sound of tinkling and buzzing, probably composing music.

Wen Zhengming said with a smile: "The king family got Xu Ziqian's "Funeral Flower Yin", and this year's Oiran is determined. ”

Mother Jin smiled from ear to ear, and said with a grin: "Mr. Chengwen is auspicious." ”

Tang Bohu shook his folding fan helplessly and said, "Mother Jin, since everyone Wang has come to inspiration, it is inconvenient for Xiaosheng and Brother Wen to stay here to disturb, so I will leave first." ”

Mother Jin invited Tang Bohu to save the scene today, but she didn't expect Xu Jin to take the initiative to send a superb poem, Tang Bohu naturally couldn't come in handy, and said apologetically: "Tang Gongzi, I'm really sorry, it's not convenient to receive you today, so let's take this bit of silver and drink and have fun." ”

Mother Jin said and stuffed a silver ingot into Tang Bohu's hand, which was estimated to be nearly five taels. Tang Bohu did not shirk the goods, and accepted them without changing his face, it is estimated that he often does this in the Qinglou, and he also gets subsidies for playing and sleeping in vain.

Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming got off the flower boat, listening to the sound of the tinkling dong piano on the boat, Wen Zhengming couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that everyone Wang is really inspired, Brother Ziwei, it's always early now, where are we going?" ”

Tang Bohu is also scratching his head, early in the morning, breakfast has just been eaten, and it is not yet time to eat, and the sister of the Qinglou Huachuan is estimated to be still asleep, and will not open until the evening, and there is really no place to go now.

Tang Bohu hesitated: "Why don't we come to visit Xu Ziqian, this son is easy-going and very easy to talk to, and my sketching method is what I learned from him." ”

Wen Zhengming shook his head and said: "Xu Ziqian is indeed talented, and I have admired him for a long time, if it was before yesterday, I would not have been able to visit him, but after learning that he unscrupulously accepted bribes from local gentry, I think it would be better not to see him." ”

Tang Bohu was a little hesitant, not because Xu Jin accepted bribes, but because he still owed Xu Jin ten "Ladies and Gentlemen", and when he heard this, he said: "Well, since Brother Zhengming is unwilling, then I won't visit him, I heard that the host of Daming Temple, Huijing Zen Master, is a monk, why don't we go to Daming Temple?" ”

"That's great!" Wen Zhengming said happily.

So, the two went to the north of the city and went out of the city to Daming Temple.

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Erniu returned to Qincha's residence, and after telling the local story, Xu Jin couldn't help but be quite surprised after listening to it, Wang Cuiqiao didn't accept his gift of poems at first. However, Xu Jin thought about it for a while, and vaguely guessed a few reasons, but he appreciated this strange woman who had fallen into the dust more, and looked forward to the new song of "Funeral Flower Yin" even more.

"Master, there are people outside who ask to see you." The pretty maid took a stack of stickers in the early spring and walked in lightly.

Xu Jin couldn't help but perk up, someone sent silver again, took the greeting post and flipped through it, and Jun couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

It is said that Yangzhou has six counties and two prefectures under its jurisdiction, namely Jiangdu County, Ganquan County, Yizheng County, Xinghua County, Dongtai County, Baoying County, Gaoyou Prefecture and Taizhou. Today, there are gentry from Dongtai County and Taizhou, that is to say, the gentry of counties and prefectures under Yangzhou Prefecture have also come to bribe their own Qincha.

"Take it to the king!" Xu Jin threw this pile of worship posts to Erniu and asked him to send them to Wang Lin'er.

Although Wang Lin'er is a famous soldier, he is steady, so Xu Jin handed over the task of receiving customers and collecting cashiers to him, after all, there are few officials and gentry in local states and counties who are worthy of Xu Jin's personal reception.

After Xu Jin threw the task of picking up the customer and cashier to Wang Lin'er, he asked Qi Jingtong to prepare ships and supplies and prepare to leave for Dongtai County tomorrow.

Dongtai County is a coastal county under the Yangzhou Prefecture and is the main salt production base, with a salt transportation branch and a Xixi inspection department.

Xu Jin's main task this time in the south of the Yangtze River is to preside over the Qingzhang land, followed by the commander of coastal defense, and the Xixi Inspection Department is the military agency responsible for the coastal defense of Dongtai County, so Xu Jin plans to learn about the situation.

As Xu Jin expected, since the imperial court issued a decree at the beginning of last year to strictly ban the sea, the number of attacks and looting by the Japanese pirates in Shandong, Nanzhili, Zhejiang, and Fujian coastal areas has increased significantly, and the salt works in some villages and towns have even been completely destroyed.