Zhui Xu

At the same time, in the house of the backyard of Panfu, the women participating in the performance are making up or resting in a room. The garden of the water-stopping poetry is only one wall away from them. If it is out of the corridor, it can also be at the crossing. Look behind the curtains at the party.

Most of the women who can participate in this performance tonight are women who have a certain reputation on the Qinhuai River. Most of them have their own attractions. If they are ordinary poetry, one of them can also provoke the overall situation, but today it is No. Not all men came in the water-stopping poetry meeting. Many people came with their companions. For example, Qin Lao brought a little girl who knows poetry and poetry. The rest also brought a wife room, or a certain family. Miss Yan Xiu. In such a situation, they must not be the protagonist, and even sitting outside to enjoy the eye can not do.

However, even if you just go out to perform songs and dances, as long as you have outstanding talents, it is enough to make a deep impression. If they are just a lot of men, then they will put a higher posture and hold some. If it is in such a situation, it will quietly play the green leaves, and the moisturizing things will be remembered. Proud and reserved are just means, fame is the real most important thing.

The two most famous women who came here tonight are probably the Yuan Jiner of Jinfenglou and the land picking of Yinchunge. At this time, Yuan Jiner is holding the cheeks and holding the cheeks in the bronze mirror. After the look, the shackles were also watching, and the mouth was smirking and talking with the young lady: "Miss, when you went out to perform, the Cao Gongzi always looked at you, and there was no eyes." Have a look."

Yuan Jiner smiled and glanced at her: "I went out to perform. They looked at me. It was strange. It was deducting you, but only saw Cao Gongzi alone. It made people strange."

"Miss, it's true." The buckle wrinkled a small red face and expressed protest. "He can't keep his eyes on it!"

"If you don't look at him intently, how do you know that he is watching me intently." Yuan Jiner continued to laugh and teased, and Xiaoxiao got up and decided to ignore her, but after a while, I leaned over: "Miss, this is the head of this poem, tonight, who can get it."

Yuan Jiner has a small flower embedded in his hair between his head: "There is no first in the text, there is no real standard in fighting poetry, and there is no one in the head. You gimmick, that is, love to ask these. But to say that The first meeting was sung for the longest time, but it can be seen." She picked up a few books on the table, "Wang Gongzi's, Xi Gongzi, and your favorite Cao Gongzi's first few, 'Bitian is like water, Zhanyin and Huangqing are shallow, 'Oh, this is the best, so you are happy... and Li Gongzi and Tang Gongzi on the Lichuan side..."

Little pouting: "Who likes Cao Gongzi."

"Hey, hate him?" Yuan Jiner looked at her with agile eyes.

"There is no, but the deduction is for Miss, you think about it. Cao Gongzi likes you. You are coming with him today. If you can have Cao Gongzi help, next year's Qinhuai squad, I am afraid that you will fall to Miss. On the body, and if Cao Gongzi is in high school next spring..."

Xiao Yan said incessantly, Yuan Jiner laughed and hooked her nose: "Know it." Then he picked up the first word of Cao Guan's book. Among them, she and Lu Cai Cai, the land mining and arrogance, she is good at zither, singing is better than her, this word she will be going to sing, while watching and singing in the heart, but also gently Laughing, it looks like a happy smile pursued by a big talent.

In fact, most of the prostitutes who are a little dedicated on the Qinhuai River claim to have a hard time, most of them are fake and edited, but that is only the fabrication of the details. They all have the concept of being awkward and basically correct. They went to the famous literary stream of Yuan Jiner, and they learned poetry. In fact, they naturally admire all kinds of talented scholars. However, although there are occasional names who simply appreciate his talents, they marry poor scholars. Such a story is a good story, but it is also a minority. She was invited by Pan House today, but she was coming with Cao Guan. It seems to be very close. She is also admired for Cao Guancai, but I really want to say whether I like it or not. It looks like something that she doesn't know. For them, it seems that the stars are holding the moon. In fact, there are not many opportunities to choose.

However, if you can avoid these ideas a little, the poetry tonight, it is indeed very rewarding.

She sang the song repeatedly, and after a while, the buckle came from the door: "Miss Miss, it seems that there are good poems, let's go see it."

"Oh?" She smiled and put down the crepe paper, and went out with the deduction. She passed over the curtain curtain at the entrance of the promenade. Several women have already gathered here. Lu Caicai has come over. She whispered: "Sisters." "What's wrong?" Then I attached it to the curtain and watched it. I heard the voice of "Let the wine ask the sky." Pan Guangyan had read it once. This is the second time for one of the students. Oh.

The atmosphere of the poetry was actually a bit strange at this time, a little quieter. In the previous grand occasion, everyone was very enthusiastic about poetry and poetry, and it was like a smile. The people still reminiscent of the poetry, and then these women also got a piece of paper that copied the word, and together they read the whole article, and then looked again, Yuan Jiner looked up, just in time with the land. Looks at each other.

"The poetry of the poetry..."

"how is this possible……"

"Su Fu, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, who is this?"

"I haven't heard of it..."

Compared with the outside students, the students are first immersed in poetry. The women who care about the meaning of this poem are the first thing they care about. Why do they read the money several times and ask each other? I have never heard of this name. At this time, someone has asked outside: "How do you think this word?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and there is a lack of gloom in the moon. This is an ancient disaster..."

"This word..."

"Who is this word made?"

No one said the evaluation for a time, but someone whispered a faintly saying "excellent", and then the poet who took it up and read it again: "Su Fu, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, but some people know this Who is the person?"

A quiet moment.

"However, since it is surnamed Ning at this time, why is it that it is a suicide?"

"Which Sufu?"

"Guanyuan poetry association, I am afraid that it is not the Su Shi cloth line."

"Is this the person who is the governor of the Soviet government?"

"I have never heard of this person before..."

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and there was a lot of discussion, but for this name, everyone was confused and no one heard it. Pan Guangyan then had to call the person who went outside to take the poem. This person is not the next person, but his half disciple, and some talents. When he listened to the teacher, he smiled and talked about what he knew.

"Oh, this person has heard that it is Su Fuzhen. It was only a few months before he entered the Su family. He was the second sister of Su Fu, Su Tan's husband. It is interesting to hear some sayings. It is said that this is Ning Liheng today. I was stained with the wind and cold, and I didn’t attend the Gengyuan Poetry Club. When he was at home tonight, he said this word with a handful of people. It was self-entertainment. Who knows that some people on the poetry said that they have no poetry. I can't listen to it, I took it out... Oh, that's what I said, and I don't know the truth when I am down."

"Su Fu... Hey?"

When the words came out, not only the people present, but also the women behind the curtains were facing each other, and then the voices rang.

"Not present?"

"This is too bizarre..."

"I am... I have never heard of a person who can learn this for a while..."

“Ning Yi Ning Liheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have never heard of it...”

On the side of the curtain, Xiaoxuan said with a puzzled voice: "This is not the poetry of the garden that wants to be famous, bought it?"

Every year, the poetry association wants to buy poetry and name, it is not a rare thing. Insiders know that even if you buy it, you can’t buy this kind of quality poetry. After you know the identity of the other party, everyone’s heart will have Such doubts. If there is such a talent, how can it go into it? At this time, some people there have also raised their doubts.

"It's hard to be convinced by this..."

"Isn't that the Su government wants to make a name, what do you buy?"

This voice is not big. The person who speaks is only a tentative tone, but everyone can hear it. After a moment of silence, someone obviously agrees: "This kind of thing is also..."

When the people were initially infected by this word, they didn't think too much, and then the information of "赘婿" and "nameless pawn" came up. After contrasting with the word, there was a huge contrast, some doubts. Thoughts are almost unstoppable, and after all, some calm people have never spoken, but tonight, the poetry will still have a lot of fighting hearts, and some people have subconsciously said it. At this time, the harsh voice suddenly came up from Taiwan: "Zi Xing! Shut up!"

The name of the person who spoke was 虞子兴, and was shocked by this voice. He looked up and saw Kang Laozheng looking at him with a brush in his hand. His eyes were serious, he was not angry and he was arrogant, and everyone’s arguments were suppressed. For a time, the scene was quiet.