My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 48 The old man wants green

Su Wei'er sadly tucked the letter into her sleeve and sat on the side without speaking. Although she was full of poetry and books, her talent was still insufficient compared to the master disciples of Dangyang Academy, who had brought out all the talents in the world.

"Dangyang Academy Song Yi Song Gongzi dedicated a poem "Bamboo Branch Ci" to the girl Liu Ruyan Liu in Yanyu Pavilion"

Liu Ruyan took the paper with a calm expression and read it out: "The willows and red flowers on the shore are sad in the wind, and the spring water in Qinhuai flows in the river. The red willows and flowers are like mother's will, and the boundless river is a deep sorrow."

"Sister Ruyan, it seems that you, a beautiful woman who has moved Qin Huai's name, may become a Jin Shi lady in the future." Qin Wan'er said mischievously.

Liu Ruyan shook her head helplessly: "Lvyi, spread the poems and sing in harmony."

"Five poems have been published now, and only Wan'er and Sister Wei'er are left. You must be looking forward to it, right?"

"Sister Bizhu, your eldest son Lin has been waiting for a long time to be your guest of honor, and you are still making fun of Wan'er."

Xue Bizhu was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red: "What nonsense is the stinky girl talking about, what kind of guests are entering the curtain."

Qin Wan'er frowned and looked out of the cabin, waiting for her poems.

Xue Bizhu gently walked to Su Wei'er and sat down: "Sister Wei'er, you are so distracted, what happened?"

Su Wei'er came back to her senses: "Sister Bizhu, my sister has a headache, can I go back early?"

Xue Bizhu's expression tightened: "Sister Wei'er, what nonsense are you talking about? If you go back in such a vague way, how will you explain it to Mama Jiang? Even if you lose, your form is not as good as others, but it's better than fleeing."

Su Wei'er sighed: "Young Master Qin Bin just sent a letter, and the mother at home suddenly fell ill and has no time to help my sister. If my sister is at the bottom of the table this year, she will really go out to pick up guests."

Xue Bizhu's face was startled: "What? Young Master Qin has already agreed, so how can he not believe his words?"

"Hundreds of good filial piety come first, Qin Gongzi's mother is sick, naturally it is important to take care of her mother."

"Then what are you going to do, sister, or I'll go and beg Young Master Lin to see if I can write another poem, and say that Young Master Qin presented it."

Su Wei smiled bitterly: "The young masters of them are all in the same place. If Lin Yangming wrote two poems, he wouldn't be able to hide it from others."

"Yan Huaian of Dangyang Academy, Mr. Yan dedicates a poem "Women Guest" to Qin Wan'er Qin girl in Qixiu Building"

Qin Wan'er looked at the paper manuscript in her hand with joy: "Finally here. The girl has lived in fifteen cities, and left me with a blue silk. It's more than a thousand miles away, and the old man has longed for love."

Qin Wan'er's face turned red as she read, and several women immediately began to tease.

The people outside the cabin sang one by one, and everyone on the boat applauded and congratulated.

"Boy, how many poems can you still see?" Li Yugang sneered as he looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was in the divine way.

Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "It's all very good, it's all very good, it's worthy of being the masterpiece of a few great talents, and it's rare to see it in my life."

"How is it compared to "Climbing to the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling"? Which one is higher and which is lower?"

"Each has its own merits, each has its own charm, and there is no superior or inferior, but... eh."

Why did the old man look at the young master like this when he mentioned Li Bai's "Climbing to the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling"?
"But what? Go on."

Liu Mingzhi blinked a few times: "It's nothing, let's wait for the next masterpiece. Didn't the six girls only publish five poems? No hurry, no hurry."

"The old man just heard the news that one of the talents who helped out had an accident. Therefore, only five girls got the poems. How about you help this girl with the topic of the beautiful Jiangnan that the old man asked about?"

"Me? Forget it, I'm not in the same rank as them, so forget it."

Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief from behind, the meaning in those bright eyes was clearly that you are a wise guy.

"The first famous poem in this Oiran Competition is the poem presented by Li Peichao of Dangyang Academy for Miss Su Ruyu, and the No. 2 poem presented by Mr. Lin Yangming of Yishan Academy for Miss Xue of Penglailou"

"Girl Su Weisu in Penglai Building is at the bottom of her name because no one has contributed poetry."

Hearing Su Weier's name, Liu Mingzhi's brain hurts, Su Weier in Penglai Lou, isn't that his "little mother"?The reason why I was able to extort 5000 taels of silver from the old man was because the neighbors spread the rumor that Mr. Liu intended to take Miss Su Weier Su from Penglai Building as a concubine, that is, my mother did not know this thing.

"Little Niang" is in trouble, whether to help or not. If you help, Mrs. Liu's ears will probably tell the story of Liu Mansion.After all, a husband and a wife are kind for a hundred days, and they are also their "little mothers" in name. After all, the old man will have some old feelings in it.

Seeing Liu Mingzhi's uncertain expression, Li Yugang chuckled lightly: "If you regret it, it's not too late to write poetry now, if it's night, then it's really too late."

"If you lose the competition, will Miss Su be punished?"

"That won't happen, but it may be arranged to pick up guests, maybe"

Liu Mingzhi stood up abruptly, what if "Little Niang" went to pick up customers, wouldn't the old man be green?

"Isn't it the poetry of the great beauty of Jiangnan? I wrote it for the sake of the young lady and the old man. The young master will pirate it if he spells it out."

Qi Yun's face was flushed with anger, and she was jealous: "Brother wants to write a poem for a brothel girl?"

"Ah. Ah? Ah. Ah! Miss Qi, I have a last resort. I will explain it later. If this poem is not written, this young master may be swallowed by the old man alive, or Miss Qi will help me to study ink."

Regardless of what Liu Mingzhi said, Qi Yun was also jealous.You want to please the beauties, and you want this girl to help you study ink.

"Liu Gongzi, the little girl's hand is injured, it's inconvenient."

Tsk tsk, Liu Mingzhi had no choice but to do it himself, and he couldn't let the big guy like Li Yugang come to study ink.

After adjusting the ink, Liu Mingzhi pondered, the poems of the beautiful Jiangnan scenery.

"Jiangnan, Jiangnan, there is."

Liu Mingzhi picked up the brush and began to swipe ink on the rice paper, looking at the sea tide and the southeast Xingsheng.Liu Yong, not Liu Mingzhi.

The southeast is prosperous, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, with 10 households.

At the beginning of this word, it shows the whole picture of Hangzhou with a panoramic view, and points out the important position of Hangzhou.

Clouds and trees wrap around to lift sand, furious waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is boundless.The city is listed as pearls, the households are full of Luoqi, and they compete for luxury.

After the completion of the upper tower, the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan is vividly expressed, rich and prosperous.

There are many lakes and lakes in Qingjia, there are three autumn osmanthus, and ten miles of lotus.The Qiang tube is sunny, the Lingge is full of night, and the old lotus baby is fished for fun.Thousands of horses hold high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and recite the haze.These few sentences vividly describe the scene of the people living and working in peace and contentment, and the officials could not bear to leave here to set off the beautiful scenery.

In the future, the future will be good, and I will go to Fengchi to boast.

After writing the inscription, Liu Mingzhi flicked the brush and wiped the ink on his hand: "There is this poem, although it describes the beauty of Hangzhou, but Hangzhou is also the hinterland of Jiangnan.

"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, let's say goodbye first, and make an appointment later."

Liu Mingzhi couldn't wait to go to the old man to ask for credit, and it is estimated that the 5000 taels did not run away again.

(End of this chapter)