Xi Feng, the hot-blooded man of the year, the brother who shared the blood, if he can't recognize him, then the imperial capital can be obtained, otherwise I am afraid that he will have to make more preparations.

Just thinking about how to get on with him, a little girl in green came out with a curtain, walked to the middle, first saluted the guests, and then said softly: "Mom said, Sister Qinyan is sick today, and she can't play music for your old man, Sister Wuyu painted a picture, but unfortunately there is no inscription, she is very distressed, and she has no spirit, and I ask you to forgive me." ”

Saying that, he saluted the guests, and the guests sat still, at this time, a lazy voice came from the screen: "I don't know what painting the dancing rain girl painted, can I let this son see it, maybe I can solve her worries." ”

The little girl happily saluted the screen: "Thank you so much, son." ”

This set is a convention, this meaning is obvious, this dancing rain girl has a problem, if someone makes a question tonight into her eyes, come out to dance, if not, then bye-bye, no one can blame her, because this is the rule.

The little girl quickly took a painting and hung it in the middle for the guests to see, on the picture there was a slender dancer in a bearded dress, with bare arms and bare feet, dancing and circling, her skirt fluttering, surrounded by butterflies, like a fairy descending to earth.

The boy in the screen walked out, the son held a folding fan, shook it gently, walked to the painting, looked at it carefully, and smiled deeply.

"Fluttering skirt, beautiful eyes.

The moon is full, the piano is moving, and the dance is dancing.

Butterflies fly, and Fang is ashamed to speak.

The hairpin head phoenix, the clouds and temples are chaotic, and the dark fragrance moves. ”

As soon as the words fell, a shout sounded in the screen, and several young men walked out slowly, praising as they walked: "Brother Zixian, good poetry, good poetry, you will be the leader!"

Zixian's face was pale, Liu Han hadn't tasted it yet, and the pair of middle-aged people on the side shook their heads almost at the same time, but neither of them spoke, and the little girl was about to thank her, when someone on the side laughed loudly: "What's good, the text is not right." ”

Liu Han looked at it smoothly, but it was one of the two Eagle Lingwei with a sneer on his face, Zixian was triumphant, listening to someone refute it, and then looked up, it was actually two martial artists, and he couldn't help but be angry.

Without waiting for Zixian to speak, the companion next to him scolded: "It's just a rough man, he only knows how to dance with guns and sticks, so he knows the wonder of poetry and writing, how dare he taste the text of the second son!"

The officer sneered twice: "I, a vulgar person, can see that this is obviously a Hu Xuan dance, the text is not right, the bullshit does not make sense, and I am embarrassed to show it off, please show it off Miss Wuyu, I think it is a shame." ”

"The wind of the world is going down, the wind of the world is going down, and this vulgar person dares to taste poetry. Another son beside Zixian sighed, lamenting that Sven was sweeping the floor and being cheesy.

The officer still sneered, and was about to continue the attack, when Xi Feng grabbed him, got up and hugged his fist at Zixian: "Second son, my companion doesn't know the name of Gongzi, please forgive Gongzi, Gongzi's literary name is known in Chang'an City, our brother is lonely and unheard, please forgive Gongzi." ”

Liu Han almost squirted out a sip of tea, this is a contradiction, the name is full of Chang'an, but he doesn't know it, interesting, interesting.

"Poof!"

The two people on the side had already laughed out loud, the voice was very loud, and the eyes of everyone in the hall were attracted, and the middle-aged man in white got up laughing, walked over, and picked up the poems transcribed by the little girl, and the calligraphy was still dripping with ink.

"The general is right, this poem is indeed off topic, the poem of the second prince is okay elsewhere, the title is on this painting... ”

The middle-aged man in white shook his head and tore up the poem with his hand, and the second son Zixian's face turned red, but looking at the bearing of the middle-aged man in white, he didn't know what to say, after all, he was the son of a family, he had a broad view, and he had seen many characters, and he felt extraordinary when he saw the bearing of this middle-aged man.

The companions on the side made a noise and scolded the middle-aged man one after another, but the middle-aged man in white did not speak, took the pen from the little girl's hand, and waved it.

The little girl looked left and right, picked it up carefully, and read it immaturely:

"Hu Xuannu, Hu Xuannu.

The heart should be the piano, and the hand should be the string.

The strings are raised,

The snow flutters and dances.

Turn left and right tirelessly,

Thousands of turns and thousands of weeks are endless.

There is no comparison of human things,

Running wheels slow whirlwind late.

Hu Xuannu, out of the mountain,

In vain, the West came more than 10,000 miles.

The Central Plains has its own spinners,

It's better to fight than to fight.

Hu Xuannu, Mo Kongwu,

Sing this song to entertain the guests. ”

Liu Han frowned slightly, this poem is a little familiar, Bai Juyi? This guy is here too? A layer of cold sweat broke out in his vest, and when he thought about it, this Bai Juyi's "Hu Xuannu" is not like this, there are nuances, and then think about the poems I have seen, in this era, there are also poets.

"Good poem! good poem!" The middle-aged man in soap clothes stood up and applauded and laughed: "Brother Jumu is worthy of being written all over the world, and his name is well deserved," he said, and got up and walked in front of the second son: "You are the second son of the Si family." ”

The second son of the Si family's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about who these two people were, and suddenly remembered a person, his face changed, and he hurriedly cleaned up, and gave a deep salute: "The younger generation doesn't know that Mr. Jumu's fairy trail is coming to Chang'an, and the younger generation is ignorant and offended, please forgive me." ”

The people around the second son of the Si family bowed down in unison, except for Liu Han, everyone else got up and saluted Mr. Jumu, Liu Han was confused, I don't know what kind of person this guy is, such a big magic power, let these second ancestors of the second son of the Si family bow down, their eyes rolled, they didn't get up, they still leaned lazily on the table.

Mr. Liu Hou of Jumu, once wrote "Xuandu Fu" and "Erdu Fu", the rhetoric is gorgeous, the momentum is magnificent, the world is vying to copy it, the imperial capital paper is expensive for a while; Jingzhou Xiangyang Wukesong and Jingzhou celebrity Lu Ji debated for three days, Lu Ji bowed to the wind, saying that his thinking is quick, he is talented, and he is a metaphysician who is famous all over the world.

"It's okay," Mr. Jumu said with a smile, "Ling Zun has always been good?"

"My father is still in good health, and I went to the imperial capital with my uncle a few days ago. Si Er Gongzi replied respectfully, a few young men around him who were still scolding just now were all pale as dirt, such a fierce man could not be offended, and he did not dare to offend, he only needed one word, and there would be no place in the world to enter.

Mr. Jumu sighed slightly: "What are the gods going to do at this time, but unfortunately, it seems that there is no chance." ”

Saying that, he glanced at the second son of the Si family, and a layer of fine sweat broke out on the forehead of the second son, not to mention, this Mr. Jumu's interaction with the parents of the family, if today's matter spreads, I am afraid that he will be punished by the elders of the family, and it may greatly affect his future.

Mr. Jumu pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "The hairpin head phoenix, the clouds and temples are chaotic, the dark fragrance is moving, it is quite elegant, and the second son has grown up." ”

The second son of the Si family was relieved, and then he was overjoyed, and said goodbye humbly: "Thank you Mr. for your advice, the kid is arrogant, and boldly ask Mr. to come to the compartment for advice." ”

Advice is sometimes a challenge, but at this time it is the most sincere invitation.

It's a pity, Mr. Jumu shook his head slightly: "You young people go and make trouble, I heard that this Zhilan Courtyard piano and dance are unique, the old man is here to see, but it's a pity, this piano can't be heard, and I don't know if I can see this dance." ”

A tall and beautiful woman, carrying her skirt, hurriedly went upstairs, and after coming up a little tidying up, she went straight to Mr. Jumu, and gave a salute in front of Mr. Jumu.

"I didn't know that Mr. Jumu was coming, the Zhilan Courtyard was shining, the piano smoke and the dance rain were ready, and I would come to perform for Mr. immediately. ”

Mr. Jumu smiled: "Thank you so much, Mom!"

From revealing his identity, Mr. Jumu's demeanor is all perfect and admirable.

Liu Han sighed in his heart, this is the star-studded, what kind of singer star in his previous life, compared to him, it is simply a pretentious turbidity, look at the style of others, swaying freely, like a natural one, without any traces, like a dragon in the game world, without half a cent of smoke and dust.

Jumu turned around and carefully observed the painting without the slightest hesitation: "The painting of the dancing rain girl, not bad, bring the pen." ”

Mom was immediately overjoyed, the situation was more exciting than the gold ingots falling from the sky, and urged the little girl repeatedly, the little girl almost trotted to get the brush, Mr. Jumu lifted the pen and waved, everyone waited quietly, Mr. Jumu finished writing the last stroke, and gently put the pen on the inkstone held by the little girl.

My mother was so excited that she almost lost her temper, and quickly asked someone to put the painting away, and then changed her words, and asked people to send it to be framed immediately, and then hang it in the hall.

This painting is a great event for Zhilan Academy, just by virtue of this painting, the prestige of Zhilan Courtyard in this north is higher than that of its peers, there are 36 green buildings in this north, and Zhilan Courtyard can only enter the top ten, and now with this painting, Zhilan Courtyard has steadily entered the top three.

And the dancing rain girl is bound to be famous, there was only dance before, and now there are paintings, with Mr. Jumu's words, the name of a talented woman, steady and steady, in the future, the talents of Chang'an City will be Zhilan Courtyard to worship the mountain.