After a while, two women came in a curling manner, one in front was wearing a red dress, a corset and a bra, revealing half of his white swaying chest, and the one in the back was wearing a green dress, with a face like a full moon, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, combing a fallen horse bun, also a corset and a bra, holding Yaoqin.

The two of them went upstairs to attract everyone's attention, Liu Han This is the first time to see the two of them appear at the same time, before it was either the red in the piano smoke, or the green in the dance rain, these two prostitutes are like stars in the previous life, walking in the building, if there is no one around, but now they are cautious, lest they take a wrong step.

However, Liu Han was still a little puzzled, in his memory, Xi Feng was not a sleek person, and certainly not a reckless person, but he was definitely hot-blooded and had a somewhat impulsive personality, otherwise he would not have drawn his sword to help him and fight together. But the scene just now made him a little unfamiliar.

The sound of the piano sounded, the dancing posture was swaying, and everyone's attention was focused on the swaying delicate body in green clothes, only Liu Han frowned slightly, paying attention to the situation on the side of the rhino feng.

Liu Han sat relatively back, he could only see the back of Xi Feng, and he couldn't see his expression, so he and his companions occasionally whispered and laughed, they were not far away, if it was quiet, Liu Han could hear what they were saying, but unfortunately, the sound of the piano interfered too much to hear clearly.

The sound of the piano suddenly changed from distant to intense, and the dancing posture of the woman in green also became fierce and unrestrained, her body couldn't help spinning, her hands were hovering upward, and her eyes were confused.

"Good!"

Mr. Juki was the first to applaud, and then everyone applauded in unison.

Liu Han also applauded enthusiastically, Wuyu is the best dancer he has ever seen, stronger than the dancer in the villa, stronger than the dancer in the back house of the Western Regions, stronger than Mia Du, the best dancer in the family, this Hu Xuan Dance is different from the Hu Xuan Dance in the Western Regions, the real Hu Xuan Dance is more unrestrained, more primitive, more unrestrained, more affectionate;

I have seen many dances, the present in the past life, the East and the Western Regions, Liu Han felt in a trance that he was participating in a show, perhaps, the show evolved and passed down in this way.

"Good!

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and the rotation of the dancing rain became faster, and I saw a green shadow rotating, and at the same time as it turned, the slender jade hand that poked out the green shadow was still changing, sometimes like a flower bud blooming, sometimes like a butterfly flying, sometimes like a peacock swinging its head, sometimes like a bird roaring.

This dance rain did everything he could, and the audience's emotions were mobilized to a climax, not only a young man like Zixian, but even a well-informed person like Mr. Jumu couldn't help but be moved and applauded.

After the dance, the hall was full of applause, and even Liu Han couldn't help but applaud for the wonderful performance of the piano, smoke and rain.

Mom came with a smile on her face, this mother looked no more than thirty years old, slender, with a low corset chest, revealing a large snow-white breast, Mom looked at Mr. Jumu expectantly, according to the custom, it was time for the talented people present to write poems to congratulate.

Qinglou plays with the mood, people with anxious skin, they will not be accepted, after dancing and playing the piano, it is the time for the talent to perform, this is the unspoken rule here.

But no one in the audience moved, his eyes were brushing at Mr. Jumu, of course Mr. Jumu knew, he stroked his beard and smiled: "The old man has already made an ugly appearance just now, now it's time to take a look at the young talents of Chang'an City." ”

Liu Han smiled when he heard this, and began to prepare to watch a good show, but to his surprise, it was cold again, and no one came out, and after thinking about it a little, this Mr. Jumu was present, who dared to be the first to jump out, if it was well written, it would be bad, on the contrary, it would be bad, Mr. Jumu's comments would spread all over the world in the shortest possible time, and he would be famous all over the world, but this name, is it good or bad?

Liu Han's eyes turned and he rose, everyone looked at him in wonder, Liu Han smiled slightly and said:

"There are beautiful women in Chang'an, light and green waist dance.

The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying.

Dancing like an orchid, like a swimming dragon.

The more Yan strikes Xixi, Mei Ji stops Baizhi.

The slow state cannot be poor, and the complex posture is curved to the end.

Low back lotus breaking waves, messy snow and glorious wind.

When you fall, you look forward to it, and you want to empty it.

I couldn't catch it, so I flew away to chase the shock. ”

After chanting a poem, he bowed down to Mr. Jumu: "Xiao Ke is arrogant, brave and ugly, and has dirty Mr. Ears and Eyes." ”

Mr. Jumu squinted at Liu Han and muttered slightly: "When you fall, you look forward to it, and you want to repair it." I couldn't catch it, so I flew away to chase the shock. Brother Zhizhen, there are endless young talents in Chang'an, but they are not talented. ”

Zhizhen also whispered: "The Chinese feast is in the ninth autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying." Dancing like an orchid, like a swimming dragon. Good, good, but, in terms of the dance of the dancing rain girl, this poem can be described as the top grade, but unfortunately today's meeting, is the chorus of the piano dance, this poem is written alone, but there is no shadow of the piano, so to lower the grade, it can be the middle grade. ”

Mr. Jumu nodded: "This comment is pertinent, young man, what do you call it?"

"Thank you, Mr. for your comments, the younger Liu Han, a merchant in the Western Regions, has only returned to Dajin for dozens of days. Liu Han replied respectfully, but the corner of his eye glanced at Xi Feng, who frowned slightly, and looked at Liu Han thoughtfully.

There was a buzz in the hall, and Liu Han believed that if it weren't for Mr. Jumu being there, I am afraid that someone would have stood up and scolded him.

There are rules for everything in the Great Jin Dynasty, on such occasions, it should be the priority of the famous scholars, and then the disciples of the famous teachers, of course, if it is a famous person, then it is another matter, for example, Gu Wei, the son in white, he is also from the Shu family, but if he is present, let alone the scholars, even if the sons and students of those famous gate lords and wealthy families have to retreat.

Looking at Liu Han's eyes varied, envy, jealousy and hatred, the tastes were complicated, but no one dared to jump out because Mr. Jumu was present.

"Are you a businessman?" Mr. Jumu was a little disappointed, and looked at Liu Han with complicated eyes: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

"Brother Jumu, it's vulgar, and businessmen are also talented. Zhizhen said with a smile: "A few days ago, I received a flying book from Liangzhou, and sent two poems, "Will Enter the Wine" and "Return to the West", after the old man, he was drunk for three days. ”

"Oh, with this masterpiece, can you let the old man smell it. Mr. Jumu was very surprised, he knew that this childish truth, although not very famous, but the poems and essays were extremely exquisite, and the vision was quite high, and the idle works could not enter his eyes at all.

"The old man likes his literary brilliance, so he knows it by heart," Zhizhen stroked his beard and squinted his eyes: "However, if you want to sing this poem, you must first have wine, and this wine must be a Liangzhou burning knife!"

Mr. Jumu was even more surprised, and hurriedly asked his mother to go to Liangzhou to burn knives, and his mother hesitated and hurriedly asked someone to go to the street to buy them.

Liu Han was surprised and delighted when he heard this, and he was surprised that this transmission was too fast, it was comparable to a telegram, and he was happy that he had an idea, and it actually worked, well, the faster it spread, the better, and the greater the impact, the better, this ignorance is meaningful.

"Let's put aside this "Entering the Wine" first, let's talk about this other "Return to the West" first," Zhizhen shook his head and groaned: "The merchant car wants to return to the side, and the camel bell is over Juyan." Zheng Peng out of Jinsai, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian. The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. Xiao Guan rode in the dark, and he was all protected by Yan Ran.

This desert lonely smoke, the sunset of the long river, the wonderful scenery of Liangzhou, all in these two sentences, fascinating, the Great Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years, Yongliang and Liangzhou are innumerable, the poems and songs are innumerable, can write through the beautiful scenery of the desert, there is no such sentence. ”

Mr. Jumu muttered: "The desert is lonely, the sun sets on the long river, the desert is lonely, the long river is lonely, the sun sets, the sun is straight, the sun is round

Mr. Jumu slapped the table and shouted: "Good poems! Good poems! In today's literary world, poems are piled up excessively, prosperous and impetuous, this poem is simple and neat, far superior to others, the desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river; this sentence alone can be passed down for thousands of years, good poems! Good poems! Good poems!"

Mr. Jumu praised repeatedly, but Mr. Zhizhen sighed: "This poem is beautiful and neat, and the scenery outside the plug is all in it, but the old man's favorite is "Will Enter the Wine". ”

The two of them were discussing and commenting as if no one was around, and the other guests in the hall listened quietly, and no one interrupted.

Mr. Jumu was a little surprised, this poem had already surprised him, but Zhizhen actually said that "Will Enter the Wine" was better, and the meaning was more than suppressing all beings, which made him very curious.

The literary scene of the Great Jin Dynasty is prosperous, talented people emerge in an endless stream, and popular poems are also endless. But Zhizhen thinks that the current trend in the literary world is biased, too much emphasis on the ornate rhetoric, everyone is piling up, expecting the sword to go sideways and win with trickery, but he doesn't want to, the original intention of poetry is to promote righteousness and take the meaning directly, so today's poetry is much despised and this poem is so admired today, which makes him more curious.

As she was talking, the little girl came up with the jar of wine, and the little girl looked struggling, this wine was not light, and her mother was afraid that she would spill it, so she hurriedly went over and took it and sent it to Mr. Jumu and Mr. Zhizhen's table, and quickly told the little girl to bring the wine spoon.

But Mr. Zhizhen stopped her and asked her to bring two bowls, and asked for the big bowl, the earthen bowl.

At this time, not only his mother was confused, but even Mr. Jumu was a little puzzled, the milky white delicate and uniform wine pot on the table, the delicate and small wine cup, not needed, but the crude earthen bowl used by the peddler's pawn, Mr. Jumu's heart was even more itching, and he asked his mother to serve the earthen bowl.

Zhizhen patted open the mud, lifted the wine jar, a cold and pungent smell of wine permeated the hall, Zhizhen picked up the earthen bowl and drank it all, drank three bowls in a row, Jumu looked interesting, picked up the wine jar and poured it for him, after three bowls, Mr. Zhizhen was slightly hearty, patted his legs and sang:

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

, the daughter is scattered and comes back.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Ge Gongzi, Duanmusheng,

The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horse, Qianjin Pei,

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

After the song is finished, the whole house is quiet, and the childishness rises, so he simply picks up the wine jar and drinks at the mouth of the altar without stopping.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns; good momentum, good momentum," Jumu frowned and tasted: "Life must be full of joy, and the daughter will come back when it is gone;

"Gongzi Ge, the second son of General Qiuyun, Qiu Ge, Duanmusheng, and the general Changshi Duanmuzheng," Zhizhen hugged the wine jar and said drunkenly: "According to the unspoken, the merchant was invited by Qiu Ge and Duanmu Zheng to the Huaxi River and made it in the flower boat. ”

Jumu sighed softly: "The ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name; Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you! Absolutely wonderful! Refreshing! Penetrate the heart and lungs!" He slapped the square table and shouted: "Bring the wine! Burn the knife! Lao Tzu wants to drink the burnt knife!"

The audience was shocked! A celebrity like Jumu was actually rude-mouthed, and it was such an elegant green building, but it could be tasted a little, as if only by saying this, it was enough to taste!

Everyone still hasn't woken up, and Xi Feng has already slapped the table and shouted: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone! Happy! Happy! Burn knives! Burn knives! Lao Tzu also burns knives!"

Everyone woke up, and for a while, the sound of wine in the hall continued, "burn the knife!" and "Lao Tzu wants to burn the knife!" one after another, my mother was very surprised, and hurriedly ordered someone to buy wine.

"As soon as this poem is spread, Liangzhou will burn knives and will be in Chang'an! Chang'an City is full of drunk!" Jumu carried the wine jar snatched from Zhizhen's hand in his hand, wiped the wine stains on his mouth, and laughed.

"That's it!" The old man first saw this poem, with Liu Lin Zuozhi," Zhizhen squinted his eyes, and said drunkly: "After the ignorance passed the book, saying that the smell of burning knives in Liangzhou was stronger, and the old man tried it, and it was so!"

Jumu picked up the wine cup and drank a daughter red, warm and lingering, but it was tasteless, pushed the wine cup aside, picked up the wine jar with both hands, and drank heartily.

Liu Han's heart moved, and he shouted that he had made a mistake, he knew that such a poem could actually make Liangzhou Burning Knives sell well, so he had to bring a batch of Burning Knives to Chang'an anyway, and take advantage of this enthusiasm to make a small profit.

Jumu put down the wine jar heavily, and looked at Zhizhen drunkenly: "I don't know who wrote this poem? It's really a businessman? Amazing, amazing, the old man has always hated the smell of copper, I didn't expect that such characters can also appear in the smell of copper, and this is also born to be useful." ”

Zhizhen suddenly frowned, and suddenly turned his head to look at Liu Han: "As mentioned in the book of the ignorant little brother, this businessman's surname is Liu, and he has just returned to Liangzhou from the Western Regions, and he said that he wants God's capital."

Liu Han suppressed the excitement in his heart, these two poems really played a role, Lao Tzu kicked open the door of the scholars, thought about sitting up straight, and bowed deeply to Mr. Jumu and Mr. Zhizhen: "The boy is arrogant, thank you two gentlemen for tasting." ”

"Oh, it's really you!" Mr. Zhizhen was overjoyed, reluctantly straightened up and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "The ignorant little brother has great respect for Mr., and when I heard that Mr. God is all, the old man still sighed that he couldn't meet with Mr., but he didn't expect to meet here, Sir, please move and sit together." ”

As soon as the words came out, the hall was shocked, and the scholars did not sit together, which was an ancient rite and the rule of the scholars. And whether it is childish or Jumu, they are all well-known scholar class.

What's more, sitting with such a celebrity, it means identity, can be recognized by the two celebrities at the same time, don't wait long, tomorrow, Liu Han will be famous all over the world, if someone recommends it, there is no problem in being recruited as an official by the imperial court.

Moreover, just now, Jumu was still friends with Zixian's father, but he still didn't invite him to sit together.

Envy, jealousy and hatred, all kinds of tastes are intertwined, Zixian and the others are even more silent, and the atmosphere in the hall is dull and tense.

Liu Han could fully feel the emotions wrapped in these eyes, he was fully dressed, and he got up to pass.

"Wait!"