Hearing this, everyone eagerly gathered around to watch.

When they saw the calligraphy on the rice paper that seemed to jump out of the paper, they also froze in place, and even lowered their heads in shame. Seeing this, Mo Fei also smiled and secretly said

"Stupid?"

"Fortunately, I like to copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Although I can't do it 100% of the time, I still have 99% of it."

"Wang Xizhi's calligraphy characteristics: he has the habit of using regular script brushes, paying attention to the richness, delicacy and perfection of the starting and closing strokes; he has the characteristics of the rhyme left over from seal and official; the speed of using the brush is slow and astringent; There are more turning brushwork than twisting brushwork; the brushwork is exquisite, delicate, rich and varied. This is known as the number one calligraphy master's font, which is not comparable to you young people."

Situ Changkong also read softly

"Gift of Flowers"

"The silk pipes in Jincheng are flooding day by day, half into Jiangfeng and half into the clouds."

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times it can be heard in the world."

"Well, it's really a good poem!"

Situ Changkong hadn't had time to savor the charm of it, but Mo Fei took out the first piece of rice paper and threw it away, scaring the people next to him to catch it.

And Mo Fei started the second inscription with a little bit of ink.

"dance"

"Wonderful prostitutes visit the golden valley, and beauties fill the golden city."

"Xiayi mat turns up, flowers and snow go forward."

"Yifeng harmonizes Qingqu, and Huiluan responds to the elegant sound."

"It's not the king's wish that is heavy, whoever rewards the plain waist is light."

After finishing writing, Mo Fei directly opened the second piece of rice paper, and Mo Fei wrote the third song non-stop again.

"Dancing"

"Low body and jade pendant, raise your sleeves and flick your robes."

"Suspicious swallows rise from the eaves, reflecting the snow like flowers flying."

The time and the occasion, as if to set off this poem, I saw someone suddenly screamed:

"Snow, it's snowing!"

With a wry smile, Situ Changkong also had no choice but to bow his hands

"Brother Mo is a great talent, I am ashamed of myself."

"It's just a pity that sending this poem to a dancer seems a bit overkill..."

Hearing this, Mo Fei smiled and said

"A poem for a beautiful woman, why is it a pity?"

As he said that, Mo Fei also took a look at the dancers who slowly walked onto the stage. Seeing this, all the dancers couldn't help taking a step back, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Even Situ Changkong couldn't help frowning slightly, if Mo Fei fell in love with a dancer, he could buy her afterwards, it would be out of style to rob someone on the spot. If this spreads, wouldn't it destroy itself?

I saw that Mo Fei didn't even look at these dancers, but came to the musicians, whispered a few times, stood on the ring, suddenly opened the black iron fan in his hand and laughed loudly.

"Today's poetry meeting, only poetry is so boring, how about sending you a song?"

As he said that, Mo Fei waved the black iron fan in his hand to direct the musicians to blow their instruments, and Mo Fei's lazy voice coupled with a slightly cheerful soundtrack gradually spread to every corner.

What Mo Fei sang is not any other song, but a classic old song, "Dancing Girl Tears".

"A wrong step and a lifetime of mistakes~"

"Going to the sea as a backup dancer for a living~"

"Dancing girls are also the pain in people's hearts~"

"For the persecution of life~"

"Swallow tears down my stomach~"

"Could it be that this is destined to spend a lifetime in the world of mortals~"

"The dancer shakes, shakes, cuddles and hugs~"

"Personality has long been soaked in wine~"

"Every night TangoChaChaRumbaRockandRoll~"

"Who told me to be a dancing girl~"

"...."

A dancing girl sang in tears, and everyone present was stunned. This song is certainly nice, but you, a talented man, write poems for dancing girls, but you actually wrote songs for them.

But the melody of this song is simple and catchy... When Mo Fei sang the first half, and repeated the second half, everyone present couldn't help humming along.

The dancer's tears also caused the dancers behind her to shake their shoulders slightly. Obviously, the singing made them automatically substitute into it and touch the scene....

Only a few real famous disciples present secretly smiled wryly, only they understood that Mo Fei's move was undoubtedly telling them, don't even think about recruiting him, he doesn't want to be an official now.

At the end of the song, Mo Fei jumped off the stage and directed the black iron fan in his hand

"Go on the music! Go on the dance!"

Looking at Mo Fei who sat back on his seat, Situ Changkong also smiled wryly.

"Brother Mo, why is this necessary?"

"Isn't this self-defeating? Or, which leading dancer do you have a crush on?"

Hearing this, Mo Fei denied it with a smile

"It's just a temporary itch, brother Situ don't need to think too much, just enjoy the dance!"

"Dancing?"

Situ Changkong also said helplessly

"That's right, the next time I want to appreciate their dance, it probably won't be the price it is today..."

Hearing this, Mo Fei was also taken aback, and looked at Situ Changkong in confusion.

Seeing Mo Fei's puzzled face, Situ Changkong also explained lightly

"Brother Mo's three poems are enough to increase the value of this dancer troupe by twenty times. In the future, I don't know how many literati will come to this dancer troupe just to reward your calligraphy."

"Add the song just now, and it will double its value. Now it's five thousand taels a night. I'm afraid it won't be two hundred thousand taels next time. I can't invite them... They are the top dancers in the first place. One of the Ji Group, it is now estimated that it will become the top in history."

Hearing this, Mo Fei was also stunned, three poems and one song? Forty times worth? Good guy, the money of these scholars is really easy to make....

As he said that, Situ Changkong also said in a low voice

"Brother Mo, can you give me a pair of calligraphy?"

"I'm willing to pay three thousand taels, how about it?"

Hearing this, Mo Fei also hesitated and said

"Yes, but within three months, I hope Brother Situ will not show it to others."

Although he has a thick skin, he is really a little embarrassed to sell Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and other people's poems for money, which is why he made this request. Give him some time to get used to it, and it is estimated that even if Situ Changkong shows off to others in front of him that he has his handwritten paper fan, he will not feel blushed.

Situ Changkong didn't mind this either, and nodded in agreement directly.

"Naturally, come with me to the private room later, and I will grind ink for Brother Mo myself."

"..."

It wasn't until late at night that Mo Fei came home. Guan Qing'er, who heard the noise, was about to get up to wash Mo Fei's feet, but Mo Fei pushed her back on the bed and said

"Go to bed first, I'll do it myself."

"Then... Thank you for your hard work."

As she said that, Guan Qing'er turned her body slightly tired and continued to sleep. Seeing this scene, Mo Fei also frowned slightly, and there seemed to be something wrong with Guan Qing'er's appearance.

But before he left tonight, Guan Qing'er seemed to be fine, without thinking too much, Mo Fei went to bed with Guan Qing'er in his arms after washing his feet, until Guan Qing'er softly woke him up the next morning.

Seeing that Guan Qing'er seemed to be fine, Mo Fei secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Glancing at Guan Qing'er's waist, Mo Fei stretched out his hand to touch it, only to see that Guan Qing'er's face was flushed red.

"Sanggong... I'm gone after menstruation... I'm fine."

Hearing this, Mo Fei couldn't help clenching his fists and laughing wildly in his heart. Finally, he finally waited for this day.

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