Working Emperor of the Northern and Southern Dynasties

Someone saw He Baichuan lowering his head and said nothing, so he asked: "Brother Ziyuan, what do you think of Miss Shen's poem?"

He Baichuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said slowly: "This collection of poems describes the appearance and shape of the step flower itself. The language of the poem is gorgeous, the colors are rich, and it has obvious formal beauty due to the exquisite workmanship. ."

"The style of the poem is frivolous, and it ends with the line, 'As long as the clouds are inserted into a bun, the eyebrows are easy to make.' It is also a cliché of official poetry to write about the woman's appearance based on objects. It is carefully crafted and the depiction is subtle, but it is the same and has no Very meaningful."

Naturally, everyone agreed and refuted after hearing this, but He Baichuan didn't take it seriously and said: "As the saying goes, it's the art of clear words that only ends between the mats; carving the weeds and thinking in the inner confines of the boudoir!"

The fat scholar surnamed Wang said: "So, Brother He thinks that the title of the most talented woman in Jiangling is not that of Miss Shen?"

Everyone smiled at He Baichuan without commenting.

He Baichuan was well aware of the talented people in Jiangling. In the past, there were many opportunities for poetry competitions, and many talented people rose to fame through poetry and essay competitions.

But women are different. They have less opportunities to show their faces, and even less than Dou Shici. It's hard to say who will be named the most talented girl in Jiangling.

He Baichuan disdains Shen Manyuan's song "Ying Steps and Shaking Flowers" just now. It's not that he doesn't admire Shen Manyuan's talent.

Shen Manyuan's poems about objects, like a large number of poems about objects during this period, are meticulously crafted, gorgeous and frivolous. However, with her delicate thoughts and sentimentality as a woman, she was often able to get rid of simple poems about objects and sublimate them.< /p>

It may express feelings about the changing world and the changes in the world, or it may express the fear of being slandered and slandered, and the love will decline and favor will change. This distances it from some works with the same title.

And Lou Qingyi doesn't seem to have any particularly praiseworthy works. The only one I can remember is the song "Morning Wind". The high-pitched sound is heard, and then it is solved by sparse and dazzling.

Just now he called Lou Qingyi the most talented woman, and he also ranked her in private.

"Isn't that Miss Lou?" someone said next to her.

He Baichuan suddenly raised his head and looked over, only to see Lou Qingyi dressed in black walking downstairs again.

His eyes suddenly brightened, but then dimmed again.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the girl in black. Lou Qingyi and Shen Manyuan can be called the twin sisters of Jiangling. It is naturally a great pleasure in life to catch a glimpse of the beauty.

There is always a faint smile on He Baichuan's face, but I am afraid only he knows how he feels in his heart.

Lou Qingyi and Zi Ling shuttled through the crowd. They arrived at the second floor, but they found that there were not many female relatives on the second floor. Most of the women above were singers. It was not that Lou Qingyi looked down on these people, it was just that There is nothing to talk about with them.

Zi Ling held a heart-shaped embroidered purse in her hand, which was the reward for guessing lantern riddles. She originally asked Zi Ling to continue guessing lantern riddles, but Zi Ling shook her head: "Miss, Zi Ling can't be playful anymore.

If you lose the scroll again, Ziling..."

The corner of Lou Qingyi's mouth curved in a beautiful arc, and she said: "I originally asked you to come out and relax. Whatever you like, you can go see and play as soon as possible."

Zi Ling continued to shake her head.

"Okay, then follow me." Lou Qingyi has always been very generous when it comes to treating maids. She noticed that the scholars not far away seemed to be pointing at her, and sighed slightly. She entered the room.

, her face was still covered with black gauze, and even with candlelight, her expression was difficult to see clearly.

The master and servant found a table next to the water and sat down. Dr. Tea had already come over to pour water. Lou Qingyi was not very interested in the performances, essays and poems around him, and just sat here quietly to rest.

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At this time, the formal performance began, with five-string pipa, guzheng, Fang Xiang, Zhuo Zhen and other music sounds one after another. A group of singing girls just danced. Among them, the leader of the group of willow waist flicked, 28-year-old, melodious music, charming

Beautiful and graceful.

Not far away, a man's complicated gaze passed through the dancing singer and landed on Lou Qingyi's face. He seemed to be struggling for a moment, but finally stood up and strode over.

When Lou Qingyi saw the man in front of him, he was slightly stunned at first. After being stunned for a while, his eyes became a little complicated.

It would be a lie if she said she didn't have a good impression of He Baichuan in front of her. He Baichuan was quite talented and was a top figure among the younger generation in Jiangling literary circles.

"Master He." Lou Qingyi smiled and nodded at He Baichuan and said hello.

"Ms. Lou..." He Baichuan was so excited that he couldn't speak very fluently, "The first floor is really messy, why don't you go upstairs?"

He Baichuan knew that he came to say hello to Lou Qingyi, and the other scholars must have seen it. He just listened to their comments on Lou Qingyi. Although most of them were positive, there were also those who couldn't eat grapes.

Let’s just say it’s sour grapes. She is a good lady, but she was forced to have some romantic affairs by a few guys.

It would be fine if he was criticizing other women, but these words were directed at Lou Qingyi, and they sounded particularly harsh just now.

"There's no one to talk to when you go upstairs, so why not just sit downstairs." Lou Qingyi replied.

"Is what you just said in the pavilion true?" He Baichuan asked, staring at Lou Qingyi.

"Didn't I already tell you?" Lou Qingyi frowned slightly and asked back.

"Uh..." He Baichuan didn't know how to answer the question for a while. He thought for a long time and hesitated when he spoke. After a while, he finally took a breath and calmed down his chaotic emotions slightly.

"I was just traveling. I wanted to go... to find you when I came back, but now... you are like this. What happened?"

Lou Qingyi frowned and said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. He for your concern. Qingyi's life was very happy before, and she is also living well now. Such peaceful years and everything is safe is a gift from God. Mr. He has not been here for many days.

Come home, I guess there are still many friends who want to chat, so it’s better to go find them early.

He Baichuan sighed, feeling unwilling to do so after all. He shook his head and said: "We have met a few and chatted a few times. They all have their own things, and they are no different than the next one, but..."

Lou Qingyi turned his head slightly to the side. The scholars over there were still arguing about essays and poems. Several people were already red-faced and the onlookers were also very interested. This diluted the atmosphere of the song and dance performance on the stage.
He Baichuan was a little helpless. The other party obviously didn't want to continue the topic just now.