In the north seventh hall, the sound of the orchestra sounding hoarsely, singing over and over again the water tune song head - when is the bright moon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Jia Huan had drunk, a maid guided him to a seat that had been temporarily added at Jiangzuo's famous place. Wine and food display. The treatment in the main hall is much better than that in the West Second Hall. Every official, salt merchant, and celebrity is surrounded by a beautiful woman who accompanies wine.

Several Yangzhou celebrities toasted and made friends with Jia Huan.

Master He, who was on Sha Sheng's side, was drinking wine, searching for beautiful words, and told the beauties around him his feelings about Jia Huan's poem.

When he applauded just now, he slapped the table. Not at all like a middle-aged person.

Master He praised: "This poem is written in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Since then, the Mid-Autumn Festival has been unsurpassed. It is never an exaggeration to say that "the swan song of the ages". This poem is written vertically in the first half and horizontally in the second half. The first half of the first half is strategic, and the second half of the first peak turns around. Layers are intertwined. The pen is intricately looped, swaying and colorful. The waves are layered, and the virtual and the real are intertwined. Qingli is majestic, and the intention is lofty. The idea is novel, fresh and picturesque. Charm and victory, the realm is magnificent. Although it is a work of Wing Autumn with few feelings, it has a touch of spring and a charm that leads people up. ”

The beauty who can sit next to Master He is also well-educated, but at this time, she can't help but give Master He a series of four-word words to be dizzy.

She knew that this poem was good, and she could see it from the atmosphere of the scene, but what she said to Master He was a little shocking. With a wry smile, he poured wine for Master He, and said, "Mr. He, the slave family only wants to be the treasure of the word." ”

This word has been passed down through the ages, and the name has been passed down through the ages. Whose daughter is not lovesick?

Master He laughed. I thought in my heart, I must ask Ziyu tomorrow, who is Baochai?

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. The meaning of this thought jumped on the paper.

As the owner, Wang Heting sits at the bottom of the three positions in the middle. The top is Yang Yunenvoy and Sha Dashen.

Wang Heting is in his fifties this year, wide and fat, wearing a black brocade robe, fine workmanship, and even squinting his eyes when he laughs at this time.

After staggering with the surrounding officials, he watched Jia Huan's virgin two daughters compete, beckoned his son to come over, and whispered a few words.

Jia Huan's water-tune song made him famous, and the surname Zheng couldn't stir up the situation if he wanted to. Didn't you see Zheng Yuanwai's pale face at this time? The joy in his heart.

Therefore, in addition to ordering people to sing this swan song all over the city, he also wanted to reward Jia Huan.

Jia Huan's position was in the front row of the celebrity seat, and Song Ruoyu and Liu Ruyan, two of the four famous prostitutes in the south of the Yangtze River, played the word card of the water tune song head twice, and then walked to Jia Huan's desk together.

He still lacks a beautiful woman here to pour wine and accompany guests.

Famous prostitutes and celebrities need to rely on each other's reputation. At tonight's poetry meeting, Jia Huan sang a water-tuned song, and his skills overwhelmed the audience. Fame goes to him. After tonight, the land south of the Yangtze River will definitely spread the name of Beizhi Jiahuan.

Song Ruoyu held the pipa, took the first step, walked in front of Jia Huan, and said: "Mr. Jia is talented, Ruoyu admires him so much, and he is willing to hold the pot for Mr." As he spoke, he sat beside Jia Huan, fragrant. Laughing and groaning, he added wine to Jia Huan.

Jia Huan nodded with a smile and thanked, "Miss Xie Ruoyu." ”

This kind of large-scale fine poetry meeting, even if the beauty is on the side, it is impossible to have a profligate behavior. At this time, Jia Huan is indeed lacking a beauty with wine around him. When a prostitute came, he answered.

This Ruoyu girl, about two years old, is slightly petite, about one meter and a half, very typical Jiangnan beauty. Beautiful appearance. Full of aura. Dressed in colorful clothes, the chest is bulging with a double peak, round, smooth, straight. There was no underwear fraud in this era. Very informative. It became more and more curvy of her petite figure. Quite a beauty.

Liu Ruyan, who was holding the jade flute, took a step slower, Xingmu was slightly annoyed, and saluted Jia Huan, "Mr. is talented, and a song with a water tune will definitely be famous through the ages." If you admire the smoke to the extreme, you are willing to drink with your husband. As he spoke, he sat on Jia Huan's left side.

Jia Huan was speechless for a while. I knew what was going on. Fame! Fame and fortune! Seeing Liu Ruyan sitting next to him, of course he would not say anything to drive people away.

This smoke-like girl, about the age of double nine, has a graceful and slender posture, about one meter and six, wearing a white dress and a long skirt, with a charming temperament, clear and beautiful, and her appearance is more exquisite than Song Ruoyu. Wearing a long skirt, I don't know if my figure is good or bad.

A literati on the side said with a smile: "Brother Jia's talent should be matched with a famous family, and he deserves it." Let's have a drink! ”

Several people around laughed and raised their glasses to drink.

Jia Huan smiled and raised his glass. His wine was a little high, and he was ready to get out of it.

At this time, a song is played. Wang Heting waved his hand, signaled the quyi team to stop temporarily, raised his glass to Jia Huan from afar, and raised his voice: "Jia Xiaolian's poetry is unparalleled. On the occasion of this beautiful day, why not take the two beauties, take a boat on the Xiaoqinhuai River, enjoy the beautiful scenery of Slender West Lake, and enjoy the bright moon together. It is also a good story for this poetry meeting. I have arranged for the boat to be parked at the pier. ”

Wang Heting's words, of course, were not to drive Jia Huan away. Instead, he prepared a beautiful building boat and invited Jia Huan to take two famous prostitutes from the south of the Yangtze River to board the boat and sail on the river. The young genius of the poetry club took the two famous prostitutes from the south of the Yangtze River who admired him to swim on the river together, isn't this a good story?

Of course, appreciating the bright moon together is a very implicit statement, in the middle of the night, a lonely man and two women, alone in the boat, you know.

A group of celebrities in the main hall immediately applauded loudly, "Wang Yuanwai is well arranged, and the elegance is like this, why should Brother Jia refuse!" ”

"Brother Jia is not strong enough to drink, so he should go quickly."

"Brother Jia, it's a good story."

Sitting on Jia Huan's side, the two beauties on the left and the right are both pretty with slightly red faces, Xia Fei's cheeks, charming and unprovoked. Full of beauty.

Sha Sheng smiled and shook his head. Although he is Jia Huan's division commander, it is not easy to stop him at this time. Yang Yunzhi, Jiang Fuzun and others all smiled slightly.

As soon as Jia Huan heard it, he knew that Wang Yanshang had arranged it properly. The building ship must have it all. There are those who serve. There is no shortage of good food and wine. And the overnight expenses of the two famous prostitutes in Jiangnan will definitely help him pay.

Jia Huan smiled and shook his head in his heart, this arrangement, the ancient version of eating, drinking, and having fun. He was just about to leave, got up and arched his hand: "So, thank you for your kindness." "Take Song Ruoyu and Liu Ruyan and leave.

Behind him, there was a burst of cheers.

In the West Second Hall, Ji Ming drank wine funny, "Ziyu, this is really enviable." ”

Huang Xiucai shook his head with a smile. The combination of the most literate talent and the most beautiful famous prostitute is indeed a good story.

Ji Simei sat on the side of the desk, glared at the eldest brother, and said angrily: "Brother, even if he is talented, he is not a good person!" ”

Ji Ming smiled and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

He is a person from the past, how can he not be aware of the subtle emotions of the fourth sister. This is the lethality of fine poetry. But, my silly sister!

As the time passed in the middle of the night, the painting boats on the Xiaoqinhuai River began to sing the tune of the water tune. At this time, a messenger rushed from Wang Salt Merchant's West Garden to the Imperial Salt Inspectorate in the old city of Yangzhou.

The housekeeper Yuanbo took the letter and sent the little maid to deliver the letterhead to the master of the back house.

In Lin Ruhai's bedroom, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Ruhai called Concubine Yurong and other four people, and his daughter Lin Daiyu to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. It's just that he lacks energy, loses consciousness from time to time, and falls asleep. But he didn't let everyone go. This made everyone wonder in their hearts.

The purple juan who followed Lin Daiyu and attacked people were puzzled. Master Lin seemed to be waiting for something.

Only Yu Rong understood what was going on. Tonight, Wang Heting, a big salt merchant, held a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the West Garden of his annex. Jia Huan will attend the meeting. The master wants to test whether his talent is true or not.

The group waited for more than an hour. The little maid hurriedly brought the letter in. Yu Rong opened the envelope, and after reading it, she couldn't hide her surprise and showed it to several sisters and Daiyu. The other ladies who have seen it are all the same reaction as Yu Rong.

Lin Daiyu was stunned.

On the letterhead is a poem written by Brother Huan. Good or bad, she naturally came out, extremely outstanding. far surpasses the fine beauty words he circulated in the capital. Attached to it is a very pertinent evaluation of the poetry meeting. But why does she always feel unreal?

Yu Rong gently pushed Lin Ruhai, "Master, master, the news is here." ”

Lin Ruhai woke up slowly, squinted tiredly, and said vaguely: "How?" ”

Yu Rong said: "Yangzhou celebrity comment: a stunning work, a swan song for the ages." At this time, this song was sung in the city of Yangzhou. As he spoke, he recited the poem "When is the bright moon".

Lin Ruhai showed a smile on his face, raised his hand with difficulty, and said, "Okay." Good. Good. Let's all disperse! ”

He already had a decision in his heart.

After Lin Daiyu greeted Yu Rong and other aunts, her eyes were red and swollen, and she returned to her courtyard with Zijuan and Raider, and wrote down the water tune song she had just seen - Mingyue in front of the desk.

Daiyu is the kind of extremely talented and beautiful woman, she only needs to read it once, and she can write Jia Huan's extremely excellent words word for word.

Qingwen and Ruyi both rested here in Daiyu. Look at the last sentence of the head: and Huai Baochai. I couldn't help but whisper in unison.

Immediately, Qingwen covered her mouth and laughed, "Third master, you really dare to write." Miss Bao's name! Oh, Ruyi, how do you say that? ”

Ruyi pursed her lips and smiled softly: "The third master said: Show affection, die quickly." ”

The purple cuckoo, the attacker, and the snow goose all laughed. The marriage between the third master and Miss Bao is basically decided.

Lin Daiyu was sad about her father's illness in her heart, and she couldn't help but smile slightly at this time, just like a lotus leaf on a summer day, the water droplet was rolling slightly, extremely charming, and said softly: "This poem is excellent." ”

In my heart, I thought about what Zijuan said to her: The third master asked, is the girl not married to the second master? I say...

She could understand the meaning of Jia Huan's longing in the words. It can also be imagined that when this poem returned to the capital, Sister Bao's mood when she saw it: it will be like being struck by the lightning of happiness.

And Huai Baochai.

She was a little envious.

In the North Seventh Hall, as soon as Jia Huan's water tune song came out, the poetry meeting was over. No one dares to produce works for the music troupe to sing. It's all about tonight's poetry meeting.

Jinling Wei Caizi came across the river and spoke arrogantly. was not liked by everyone, and at this moment, a group of people teased him: "Brother Wei laughed at Jia Qingsong, don't write poems at this point, how about it?" I'll wait to see how Brother Wei is, it's better not to be called a genius. ”

Wei Zihe was squeezed and left.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Yun's envoy saw that Sha Sheng was about to leave, so he said: "Sha Dashen is slow. Regarding Sha Dashen's inspection of illegal salt in today's article, I have something to say to Sha Dashen. ”

Jiang Fuzun smiled and nodded lightly.

Shen Zhixian, who was drinking, also looked over.

Sha Sheng sneered, and sure enough, Ziyu was right, and said, "Outside Wang Yuan, is there a quiet room?" (To be continued.) )