Chapter 22 Above the painting, poetry will be a storm! Medium

The Liang River is called the golden water by the people of Bianzhou. This river has not only prospered the commercial economy of the State of Zhao, but also the industry of fireworks and ambiguous fireworks. With the river, it is the silver that flows into the bank of Liang River.

On the largest boat, the figure swayed, and most of them were young men and women with gorgeous clothes. From time to time, there were bursts of exclamation. Obviously, a talented man made a good poem, which attracted everyone's praise.

In fact, there are also streets on the bank of the Liang River. There are many people selling goods with a loud voice, but their eyes only stare at the people who come and go. Obviously, they are traders who rely on this land of fireworks to make a living. Song Yi and Wang Su have already stood in front of the painting.

"Do you want to think about what poems to show your head today?" Wang Su suddenly stopped and turned his head to ask Song Yi interestingly. The delicate face and the gorgeous dress look like a beautiful young man.

"If I don't write poetry today, I'll just be a lady's family." Song Yi said solemnly.

Wang Su frowned gently when he wanted to say something. After all, he didn't say anything. He stepped up and walked to the painting scoop and handed over the business card. He had a loud voice and shouted loudly that a nobleman in a certain house had arrived.

The shipbuilding industry in the State of Zhao is already very developed, and the painting boat is tall. Walking into the highest painting in the Bianzhou section of the Lianghe River, Song Yi also understood what kind of poetry, wine and song life the rich second generation in this era is like. To put it well, it's a poetry club. In fact, many of the beautiful women are prostitutes in the nearby brothel. Except for a very small number of men and women who participate in this kind of poetry, except for a few people who have the attitude of mutual appreciation and exchange of poetry and songs, most of them have ulterior motives. There are comparisons, vanity and show-offs, prostitutes, and intrigues.

While Song Yi and Wang Su entered the entrance, Jiang Cheng Dou Wei and others were overjoyed around Ning Shishi, and rarely greeted them with a warm attitude. When Song Yi arrived at Jiang's circle, he found that it was still the noble princes he saw in Xiaofan Building last time, but it seemed that there were a few more strange princes and a few beautiful girls.

Suddenly, Song Yi looked in a direction. Sure enough, he saw an amazing woman staring at him with her eyes and swept her eyes. The beautiful woman was slightly shocked, but soon she elegantly lost a polite smile to Song Yi, which was regarded as a greeting. Song Yi also returned a slight smile as a return gift, and then turned his head to watch Wang Su and several good friends shouting loudly. In my heart, I was thinking that there seemed to be an inquiring and confused look in the eyes of the woman staring at me just now, but I don't know why!

Wang Su's daughter, who had a delicate face and a romantic temperament, laughed with her friends, which was very consistent with the behavior of the talent. Song Yi thought that if the real owner of the royal palace knew that his daughter often went to places such as painting in the brothel, he didn't know if he would be furious.

Song Yi thought so absent-mindedly, but Jiangcheng over there took time to say something to Master Ning in private. Master Ning once again turned his surprised eyes to Song Yi, whose face was so swollen that he was extremely in line with the appearance of a family servant.

This kind of poetry meeting on the painting boat is, to put it bluntly, it is a poetry meeting. In fact, several more famous circles in Bianzhou City get together to drink and have fun with each other, and then take out some poems in their respective circles to compete. In the end, the talent name of the person who openly wins is definitely It will spread through the mouths of this group of rich and noble brothers and romantic sisters, which is invisibly equivalent to playing the role of the media.

Most of the people invited by the poetry club are more famous talents and rich princes, and then some girls who are more outstanding in poetry, songs and dances in various brothel paintings. It is actually quite rare for a daughter like Wang Su to appear here purely for fun.

Song Yi saw that the laughter was roughly divided into five or six dials, and the distance was slightly separated by a screen. Although he could not see the specific situation in other circles, it could be heard from the occasional walking figures and the sudden laughter of men and women. Among the group of people blocked by a large screen style in the center of the painting. The atmosphere is the most lively, with laughter and admiration coming from time to time, and even occasionally a particularly pleasant singing sound. Song Yi couldn't see the face of the singing woman, but the voice came out like a valley yellow warbler, crisp and sweet with a faint sense of sadness, which made people cry and laugh in a dilemma. He only felt that his heart was full of twists and turns, and turns to reflect the ups and downs of life.

However, the woman who sang behind the screen seemed to hum a short paragraph every time but stopped, which made a group of men make a fuss one after another, but in the end it turned into a burst of staggered sound, leaving only the sound of the wine glass.

"Nerd! Do you think it sounds good? That's the voice of Miss Huangying, and behind the screen is the second son of Zhizhou, the host tonight.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in his ear, and Song Yicai suddenly came to his senses. His lax eyes saw that his daughter seemed to casually say such a sentence next to him.

Because Wang Su was sitting, Song Yi was standing behind her, so as soon as he lowered his head, he saw a slight glow red color in Wang Su's ears, like the pink in the white jade. There was a different feeling of charm in Song Yi's eyes.

Song Yi gave a slight hum, which showed that he heard Wang Su's words. Then Wang Su took advantage of the time to tell Song Yi about the identity of the crowd behind the other screens from time to time. Song Yi didn't know why Wang Su said this to himself at the beginning. But when Wang Su and Jiangcheng, Ning Shishi and others were slightly hazy, they realized that Ning Shishi was the focus of the people in this circle tonight.

Because it is equivalent to Dou Wei Jiangcheng and others helping Ning Shishi, Ning Shishi also sets off the detached identity of Jiangcheng and others, so if Ning Shishi can take out amazing poems in this poetry meeting, Wang Su and Jiangcheng and others will undoubtedly be more outstanding in the rich and noble circles in Bianzhou.

Wine is a thing to cheer up. When it rises, it is naturally the time to write poems and fill in words. Several princes who are slightly drunken are suddenly poetic and shake their heads with the meaning of wine and recite the masterpieces they have just brewed.

At this time, in fact, most of the other screens are also the sound of poetry reciting, but it is followed by blockbuster boos and laughter, and occasionally a burst of silence or exclamation. But the general situation is that most people are coaxed, and the poems made are not favored by everyone.

Wang Su also made a hairpin phoenix with the meaning of wine, but Song Yi almost sweated his forehead after listening to Wang Su's words. A group of princes led by Dou Wei from Jiangcheng suddenly sighed, which made Wang Su lose his temper under shame and used melons on the table from time to time. I went to boo my brother-in-law.

During this period, there was another playful play. While Song Yi was listening to whether the beautiful woman's chanting sound would come from the big screen in the center, he was inadvertently pulled by Wang Su. Suddenly, he came to his senses and found that the beautiful and charming Ning Shishi sitting opposite him didn't know when he stood with a glass of wine, and his eyes actually looked at him with some embarrassment.

"Ah? What's the matter, Miss?" Song Yi bowed his head blankly and asked Wang Su.

Everyone else suddenly laughed and looked strange.

Wang Su stood up angrily and shouted softly, "Don't you see Miss Ning Shishi holding a glass to toast you? How can you be distracted? How can you go back and deduct your three days' wages?

Only then did Song Yi understand that Master Ning actually toasted him with a wine glass. He was slightly surprised, but he had been stuffed with a glass of wine by Wang Su.

Ning Shishi really doesn't want to believe that this blue-faced family who can't see any talent will be the rumored detective in the Mingyue Building, and he doesn't want to believe that he is Song Yi who took out two amazing masterpieces in Xiaofan Building that day, but the fact has to make her lower her body and smile at Song. Yi said, "I heard that the prince hid his name above the royal palace, but the poems he wrote really stunned the teacher. He fell in love with the prince's talent. I hope the prince can drink this glass of wine with the teacher."

"Hehe... I've been looking forward to you for a long time... Don't dare to be... I dare not!" Song Yi smiled awkwardly, and then raised his glass and poured all the glass of wine that Wang Su handed in his hand into his mouth and drank it all.

Seeing that Song Yi had no talent at all to persuade him to drink, Ning Shishi frowned slightly, but when he thought that he was just a family man in the royal palace, he was immediately relieved and covered his face with wide sleeves and drank a small glass of wine in one gulp.

Driven by Jiangcheng, everyone cheered and complimented some flattering words such as teacher girl Aicai and teacher girl Gao Fengliangjie, and then began to praise Wang Su in turn. During this period, all kinds of praise and exaggeration were endless, but in the end, only Song Yiwei was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly.

Wang Su's pink cheeks were red, and he actually ordered Song Yi to write a poem for this party in public, and he must be able to 'power the heroes'.

In Song Yi's opinion, Wang Su estimated that he was half drunk and didn't even realize that he had been used. Song Yi couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Miss! Poetry is not like what you can have after eating. Today, I really don't have any inspiration.

When Wang Su Deng raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, he was about to show his authority in the temper of the daughter. Fortunately, he was immediately stopped by Ning Shishi.

"What Mr. Song said is the same. Poetry really needs to be right. Maybe today's situation is wrong. Anyway, did Mr. Song write two poems from time to time? After a while, if we haven't got much good inspiration, it's better to take out the two words written by Mr. Song. What do you say?"

Wang Su finally restrained his domineering momentum and went back, but Song Yi looked at Ning Shishi slightly in his heart, but he happened to see that Ning Shishi's beautiful eyes were also looking at him.