Chapter 38 Hua Kui Fights for the Wind! On

Wine vinegar waist, stone fish, fried chicken with paste, spicy soup of green shrimp, raw tofu with wine and vinegar hoof slices, steamed crab... A table of rich delicacies, with the special yellow wine brewed by Zui Xianju, and the beautiful and beautiful man humming a small tune, all the colors and fragrance are available. Most importantly, there are not many people on this table, but the weight is very heavy.

After a polite introduction, Dou Nede and Wang Kuanglu sat in a noble seat, while Song Yi cautiously sat in the bottom seat, several seats away from the two bigwigs in Bianzhou City, saying that it was a banquet. In fact, there were only three people on a big table.

Wang Kuanglu's interpersonal relationship is smooth. He doesn't want to leak out too much about the new ship to avoid something in the future, and he doesn't forget that this credit finally has to be shared by Dou Niande, a city of Zhizhou. By the way, he showed the noble identity and generous temperament of the master's family in front of Song Yi.

Song Yi was really surprised, not to mention that he was pulled by Wang Kuanglu to meet this big man who gathered military and political power in Bianzhou.

"What is love in the world? Do you directly teach life and death? Ha ha... Only then did I know that these young talents could be hidden in Kuang Lugong's mansion, and now he has invented a new ship for me, which is really the blessing of my Zhao..." Dou Niande stroked his beard slightly and said with a smile. His face was somewhat similar to the Dou Langya he met on the fate painting that day. The difference was that the middle-aged man in front of him was slightly more graceful, which was naturally more gentle than Dou Langya's bravery. After all, he was a person with a high officialdom. .

Song Yi made a salute and replied calmly, "Your excellency is flattered. Song Yiyi and Xiaomin accidentally got some extraordinary inspiration. It's pure coincidence. Compared with adults governing the people and benefit the society, Song Yi is ashamed."

Wang Kuanglu actually didn't know much about Song Yi. He knew that Wang Su had brought Song Yi such a family man to the house, so he didn't care at all. After the model of the small wooden boat was tried to get the shipbuilding workshop and discussed with the craftsmen, he finally found the hidden talent. Originally, he took Song Yi to see Lord Zhizhou, but it was just some arrangements on the scene, but now that Song Yi responded decently, he couldn't help but show some color in his face.

"Haha... Mr. Song is good at talking! Kuang Lugong is really lucky. It doesn't matter if the daughter is noble as the imperial concubine. The family members in the house also have such talent and demeanor, which really makes Dou have to be convinced and has to accept it..." Dou Niande laughed and then raised the glass in his hand to persuade Wang Kuanglu to drink. Naturally, Song Yi had to accompany him.

The rich food on the table hooked Song Yi's index finger, but due to the face of the two big shots, Song Yi had to carefully hold each chopstick in his mouth, cautiously making an abnormal sound to make a bad impression. This is probably the discomfort of this occasion. It is said to hold a banquet for Song Yi. In fact, it is a separate banquet between Wang Kuanglu and Dou Niande. Occasionally, he talked to Song Yi about some topics of shipbuilding poetry, and Song Yi only answered.

Push the cup and change the cup, gourmet fat cream, flat minor tone, plain beauty... Soon after the tune was finished, the owner of the restaurant knocked on the door and said with a smile and apologized, "Your Excellency, Miss Huang Ying has been invited. Do you think you want to come in now?"

Dou Niande's eyes lit up slightly, and he said repeatedly to let Huang Ying enter immediately.

Song Yi's heart jumped slightly, thinking, did Dou Niande and Wang Kuanglu invite Huang Ying to sing a song tonight? Soon Song Yi's eyes lit up.

The woman who came in with the pipa in her arms was indeed the beautiful woman who stunned her with a voice on the fate painting that day. She was still a plain dress. Her slender willow waist swayed and came in to salute the three people. When she saw Song Yi on the seat, Huang Ying seemed to be slightly surprised, and her eyes were for a moment. The surprise flashed, but it soon disappeared.

"Which song do you want to listen to?" Huang Ying's cherry lips opened gently, and her voice was indeed extremely pleasant and delicate.

"Kang Lugong, you are the host today, and it's up to you to open your mouth! This is a full-boiled yellow warbler girl. I occasionally hear her tunes. It's really rare to hear it in the world. Kuang Lugong might as well taste the good news in the world today. Dou Niande said with a smile. Before he listened to the song, a look of enjoyment had appeared on his face, and the words were extremely respected by Huang Ying.

Song Yi couldn't help but look extremely strange in his eyes. Dou Niande also liked the woman Huangying so much, and Dou Langya, the second son of the Dou family, happened to be the person who set up a poem on the Liuyuan painting scoop last time to create momentum for Huang Ying. I don't know if the father and son know that they like the same woman?

"Hmm... Since Lord Dou said that Miss Huangying's tunes are beautiful, I heard that the girl's voice was indeed extremely beautiful. Why don't we have a new pattern today? I heard that Song Yi actually has the Bo name of Tanhualang in the brothel in Bianzhou City. Why don't it be better for Song Yi to write the next song on the spot and play and sing it on the spot by Miss Huang Ying today? Wang Kuanglu said with a slight smile.

Wang Kuanglu's move is actually just curious about Song Yi's talent. He has been listening to some of Song Yi's deeds and poems in the past few days. How about the family in this house? It's only the first time he has met him, and he has never personally understood his talent. Even when the small wooden boat was built, he was not on the spot. At present, taking such an opportunity, I naturally want to see if the Tanhualang recited all over the city can really write new words as he said.

As soon as Dou Niande heard it, he immediately echoed. The two sang and made peace, and Song Yi suddenly had no way out, and his face was embarrassed and slightly pondered.

At this time, the eyes of everyone on the field couldn't help but be attracted to Song Yi.

Huang Ying stared at Song Yi curiously with a pair of misty apricot eyes. In fact, she only heard about the rumors of Tanhualang in the Mingyue Building, but she had never seen him after all. On that day, Song Yi actually left an impression on her on the drifting painting, but at that time, Huang Ying did not know that Song Yi was the explorer in the Mingyue Building.

At this time, I saw him sitting with two heavyweight figures in the city, and the lyrics were recommended by Wang Kuanglu and Dou Niande at the same time. Naturally, it was confirmed that Song Yi was Tanhualang. In fact, what Huang Ying is more curious about at this moment is the story of Song Yi, a man.

The brothel can naturally hear more things than other places. Although the conflict between Tanhualang and Du Qingyan and Zhao Jianzhi at the gate that day was basically unknown to ordinary people, after all, some of the city guards who saw the disturbance would secretly run to Mantingfang for fun. About the Mingyue Building The rumor that Hua Kui eloped with someone but was stabbed naturally spread.

Huang Ying is curious about what kind of man deserves the same name as himself in the Mingyue Building, and even Du Qingyan, who faintly suppressed his head, was so desperate to get a knife for this man. With this curiosity, Huang Ying stared at Song Yi with her charming eyes, trying to see what kind of man he would be.

In fact, the most memorable song in Song is Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song", but what makes Song Yi speechless is that this word already exists in this era, and the lyricist is also called Su Shi, but Su Shi has made such an amazing pen in his life, and the lessons of the previous life. Su Dongpo, a great literary tycoon, seems to be a little different in the article.

Of course, these are all things that Song Yi learned after passing through Du Qingyan during the Mingyue Building. As for the poetry, Song Yi already knew what he remembered was probably what he had never had in this era.

Song Yi pretended to meditated for a while, and suddenly hit the case gently, and his eyes lit up.

Suddenly, Wang Kuanglu, Dou Niande asked with one voice, "What, but did you think of it?"

Huang Ying, whose bright eyes are kind, also flashed with a slightly expectant look. I don't know if the circulating Mingyuelou Tanhualang is really worthy of his name.

"I'm ugly!" Song Yi smiled, then moved the already prepared pen and ink aside, and began to write.

Speakless to the west building, the moon is like a hook,

Lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

It can't be cut, and the reason is still messy. It's the sorrow of separation,

Don't have a taste in your heart.

The delicate thin gold font fell brightly, and a copy of "The Song of the Night" of the former Li Houzhu suddenly jumped on the paper. Song Yi still did not have an inscription. It's not pretentious and hypocritical from time to time, but it's not too much for him to use this poem, but after all, he can't be ashamed to put his own name on it.

It may not be bad to leave some speculation for others to guess.

In this word, Wang Kuanglu had already come to peek at the ink. When the reading was smooth, the lord of Zhizhou immediately exclaimed and claimed that it was wonderful. Wang Kuanglu was surprised and took the paper directly, and then began to read, "I went to the West Building alone... Cut constantly... Don't have a taste in your heart..."

"... Don't have a taste in your heart..." Huang Ying listened to Wang Kuanglu's voice, and also followed the cherry lips to speak softly.

When Wang Kuanglu finished reading, Huang Ying's face was suddenly full of surprise, and her eyes were unconsciously full of more curiosity.

"What a talented Mr. Song! At least I was an official in the imperial examination, but I thought that Mr. Song's literary talent was really beyond Dou's reach! Talented..." Dou Niande patted the table and praised, and then raised his glass to congratulate Wang Kuangluhui on his knowledge of Ying. He had such a virtuous talent in the house.

Wang Kuanglu is also a person who has read books. Although his literary talent is not very good, after reading it twice, he also understands that Song Yi's word should be a wonderful good word. There is also a natural sad thought emanating. At that moment, he raised the wine glass and Dou Niande, and Song Yi drank a full glass together.

There is another warm word between pushing the cup and praising and praising, but the topic is already Dou Niande's comments on the word written by Song Yi. The words are beadled, and the words are also admired. Dou Nian Degui is a Zhizhou, and he is also a famous Bianzhou Zhizhou in the world. He is really not old-fashioned in terms of being a person. Seeing that he can indifferently face this kind of occasion accompanied by this kind of poetry, wine, singing and beauty, he knows that Dou Niande's smoothness has long been at a comfortable level.

After saying Song Yi's words, Dou Niande remembered that Huang Ying beside him had not yet begun to sing. Suddenly, she asked Huang Ying with an expectant expression, "Miss Huang Ying just agreed, but now she can hum this little song on the spot so that I can enjoy my ears?"

Huang Ying stood up with the pipa in her arms, slightly folded her soft willow waist and said, " Mr. Song is indeed a famous Tanhualang in Bianzhou. Seeing is believing. Huang Ying is lucky to see the prince's new words come out with her own eyes today. I admire him very much. If there is something wrong with the little woman's singing, I hope you can forgive..."