The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 122 Song Yingcai I Doubt
"This song is dedicated to Mr. Wang Si and Miss Huayun..."

"This song is dedicated to Su Meiyu by Mr. Lu Fengyu of the Lu clan..."

"The next part is the work dedicated to Mr. Zhou Shilang and Miss Huayun..."

Poems came out one after another, but they quickly covered the silence of Li Chongyi's 'quatrain' just now.

On the stage, Wen Sheng knew how to play tricks on the atmosphere. Su Meiyu and Hua Yun recited a poem each, which seemed to be a bit of a competition for popularity.

This caused occasional applause and compliments.

And in this poetry competition, most of the other eight of the top ten flower actresses were just going through the motions. After all, only Su Meiyu and Hua Yun were the most beautiful and had the most poems presented.

In the end, the winner of the poem competition should have the right to decide who to spend the night with, and the qualification to redeem him...

While counting the poems on the stage, Qin Huaiying's nervous complexion in the audience became more and more serious.

Tang Sufan couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't worry, Huaiying, but...the matter of Su Meiyu's redemption...have you considered it?"

Qin Huaiying nodded and said, "I have brought out my savings over the years, it should be enough!"

Tang Sufan grinned slightly, shook his head, and said, "What I'm asking is that you are sure to redeem your sister Meiyu, and you want to take it back?"

This child, why is his heart so big?

Are you not afraid that your rigid father will kill you?
Qin Huaiying was stunned, but still said: "Where is the father..."

Halfway through the words, I was not sure...

Tang Sufan couldn't help but twitch his brows, if he helped him win this poetry competition today, the door god wouldn't come to settle accounts with him himself, would he?
How can I resist that big guy's mace?

Fuck, don't trick me~
At this time, Wen Sheng on the stage said suddenly.

"This song is dedicated to Mr. Qin Huaiying of Duke Yi's Mansion and Miss Su Meiyu..."

As soon as this remark came out, many people forgot the direction of Qin Huaiying's table and were confused for a moment...

The son of Lord Yi, Wulang of the Qin family will also participate in this kind of poetry competition?
Could it be that Master Qin Qiong's mace is already at a disadvantage?

Even Su Meiyu on the stage couldn't help but look at her beautifully again and again, when Qin Huaiying's face was reflected in her eyes.

I can't help but feel gloomy...

After reading the poem in his hand, Wen Sheng in the stand was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help the amazement in his eyes.

After being stunned for a few seconds.

After quickly regaining consciousness, he read aloud.

"Smoky sky, light rain, light sky!"

"Silver Hanqiu Wangutong..."

As soon as the beginning of the poem came out, many literati were shocked at the same time!

When everyone has not recalled it.

After that, Wen Sheng's voice softened when he recited the poem.

""How much joy and parting hatred~"

"Every year and...in this night..."

The sound of the poem fell to the end, and the whole room was shocked.

This sudden and real quatrain!Countless people were so shocked that their eyes widened, and they even forgot the sound of surprise and praise for a while...

Using the starry sky as a metaphor to symbolize one's nostalgia, to understand one's admiration by thinking hard about love...

The hidden meaning behind it is even more memorable...

In the early Tang Dynasty when the level of literacy and hyphenation was extremely low, such a poem should be amazing and different at the level of a 'bomb'!
At this time, I don't know who burst out this admiration in the lobby.

"Okay! It should be a quatrain!"

Immediately, the spectators and literati in the entire Chunxin Pavilion cheered again and again, which lasted for a long time...

Su Meiyu glanced in Qin Huaiying's direction, moved her lips lightly, and said in a soft voice: "How much joy and parting hate, every year in this night..."

"Happy love... from hatred..."

Su Meiyu's eyes flashed brightly...

She seems to have seen the strong little boy who likes to get close to her from time to time when she was a child.

She seemed to recall her own sad feelings after he left...

She saw again...

At that time, the young man who would come to Chunxin Pavilion from time to time not for fun, but just to catch a glimpse of him...

Wen Sheng stopped reciting poems, even Mrs. Chun was surprised.

Today, such a quatrain can be found in Chunxin Pavilion, which is naturally a happy thing.

Presumably, within a day, this poem will attract people's praises in Chang'an City, and the reputation of Chunxin Pavilion will become even more famous for the other brothels...

So, let them discuss, let them argue for a while...

As for Song Yingcai at the table, the complexions of the two of them suddenly turned blue and white.

No one would have thought that Qin Huaiying could come up with such a quatrain!
It can be said that it is completely crushed in terms of strength...

"No, this poem was definitely not written by Qin Huaiying!"

When everyone sighed, Song Yingcai raised his head, looked in Tang Sufan's direction, and said something in a low voice.

Cui Xu turned his head, his face was a little confused: "Oh? You mean..."

The two looked at each other, and after a while, the corners of their mouths raised, and they nodded slightly.

I see……

Sending pillows when you are sleepy is wonderful.

Then this time was just right, so he ruined his reputation to avenge Qingheyuan last time.

"Wait! I have doubts!"

Immediately, Song Yingcai stood up directly, stretched out his hand and shouted, which was particularly conspicuous.

All of a sudden, all eyes were on the past.

Tang Sufan frowned, it's over, this bastard is going to be a demon...

On the stage, Wen Sheng asked, "Ah, what questions does Mr. Song have?"

Song Yingcai ignored it, turned his head and asked in Qin Huaiying's direction, "Young Master Qin, don't come here without any problems. Dare I ask, did you write this poem yourself?"

Everyone became interested immediately.

It turns out that this is to question this~
Anyway, it doesn't cost money to watch the play, so everyone watched the play quietly.

It seems to be true, there is no reason for this, such a quatrain was written by a young man, and it is a bit unbelievable to say that it is not a bought composition.

What's more, the military body of Yi Guogong's family, now being mentioned, naturally thinks deeper.

Qin Huaiying had no choice but to stand up, frowning and pretending to be calm, she said, "It should be written by me, so what does it have to do with you?"

Song Yingcai smiled as if planning a strategy, and said softly: "Are you sure it wasn't the person next to you who did it?"

After speaking, everyone looked at Tang Sufan.

Immediately, some people directly frowned, shouting that this is the case.

And some people around didn't know why, so they hurriedly asked.

After asking, I found out that the person next to Qin Huaiying was the little poetry fairy from the Qinghe Garden Poetry Club a few days ago~
That way, things should be obvious.

Obviously, this little father-in-law hired a writer...

Although the children of your family sometimes hire writers, even if they pay a lot of money to buy them, these things are tacitly understood.

But after putting this on the surface...

Naturally, people who have a "sense of moral justice" can "shine" you with the light of Buddha.

After all, this is really not a glorious thing...

The three became tigers, and the cheers in the lobby turned into questions, until they slowly began to turn into voices of duty.

Su Meiyu on the stage gave Qin Huaiying a worried look.

And Hua Yun at the side has changed from being jealous of Su Meiyu getting such a quatrain at the beginning to being proud.

With a sudden yin and yang strangeness, he said: "It turns out that I hired someone to write a ghostwriting, which is really disgusting..."

Su Meiyu frowned fiercely, cast a glance at Hua Yun, and then looked at Qin Huaiying worriedly.

And Qin Huaiying's complexion was ups and downs, blue and red.

Although this kind of thing is his helplessness.

However, after all, it is not a glorious thing.

If Tang Sufan ruined his reputation because of this, then Qin Huaiying would naturally not want to...

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