Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Putting the pen in the inkstone and ate a full tube, Su Mu didn't hesitate, and started writing quickly on the paper as soon as he put the pen down.

Because Xiaohuan was illiterate, she didn't know the quality of Su Mu's characters and words, but she saw that Su Mu's handwriting appeared to be of different shades because of the uneven thickness of the ink.

Because she didn't like Su Mu, she preconceived that he was a liar. Seeing this situation, she sneered in her heart: My girl is cheating, look at your handwriting, it's really ugly.Hey, it's just a matter of tongue, and when the time comes to see the real chapter, don't you show your timidity?

Just as she was proud of herself, Yun Qing let out a low "Ah", and couldn't help walking to Su Mu's side, and looked down, her eyes were full of splendor.

"Could this be written well?" Xiaohuan was puzzled, and took another look. Su Mu had already written the first line, and the ink was still mottled and dark, but it was patchwork, and the overall look had a strange sense of picture. .

It feels a bit like a landscape painting.

Xiaohuan also knows that her daughter's life is very difficult these days, as a servant who has grown up serving her since she was a child.She has seen the ups and downs of Yun Qing's transformation from an ordinary singer to a big oiran, and her fall from the pinnacle of life in recent years.

Back then, when she entered the building, she became Yunqing's girl because of her stupidity and bad looks.But after following the girl for so many years, she also knows the fireworks industry very well.

As a top oiran, one must be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the singing and dancing talents must be first-rate, at least at the level of a scholar.

But there are so many buildings in the capital, so many Qingguan people, people with outstanding talents don't know who they are, and in fact, they can't be compared in appearance and talent.

If you want to stand at the top of the oiran, you must fight for the poetry master behind you.As long as there are one or two masters who constantly introduce new poems and new words, can your reputation not fall.

A big place like the capital is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. There are eight thousand people who can write poems and lyrics, and it is not easy to fool them by writing a few poems. Convince.

The reason why Yanniang was able to snatch the title of oiran from the girl was not because she stood behind Long Zailong Mingqing, who was at the level of the quasi-seven sons and who might become the fifth talented person in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the past, Miss Yunqing could get one or two poems from him every year because of her close friendship with Li Mengyang, but now Mrs. Li committed a crime and was sent to Beizhen Fusi Prison.

Without Li Mengyang's new poems and new words, He Jingming, one of his seven sons, went to Shaanxi again. As for the other five, they either didn't know each other, or they were old and dead, and they had already dispersed.

Today's Miss Yunqing can be said to be lonely and helpless, and she can only watch her old oiran's aura fade little by little day by day, until she becomes an ordinary singer.

Then quietly withdrew from the arena, found a good man to marry, got married and had children.

When she gets old, maybe she will suddenly wake up from her dream one day.

In her dream, she was wearing a belt in front of the wind, singing the timeless quatrains written for her by the world's first-class figures, and dancing gracefully.

That is a meaningful life!

……

These days, Xiaohuan has clearly seen her daughter getting depressed, often leaning on the bed by herself, staring at the autumn light outside in a daze, unable to speak a few words all day long.

I don’t even play the guqin that I used to like the most, I don’t swing on the swing, I don’t paint anymore.Looking at her eyes again, they were rigid and dull, as if someone had taken out her soul.

You know, even though Yun Qing looked quiet and elegant in the past.But behind the scenes, he is a lively and energetic person.

When Xiaohuan saw her girl become like this, her heart ached.

But when Su Mu wrote this line, she suddenly saw that Yun Qing seemed to be the person in the painting who had just been dotted, and his whole body came alive.

Not only did his body become full of vitality, but even his eyes suddenly became frighteningly bright.

Xiaohuan was taken aback, and suddenly a thought arose in his mind: "This Su Mu, could it be that this word is so well written that it has already suppressed the new work of Long Zai? This...how is it?" Possibly? Long Mingqing is Tang Bohu's successor in the south of the Yangtze River, and he will be the leader in the poetry circle in the future!"

As for whether Su Mu is a liar or not, let's not talk about it.

Even if he wasn't, how could he beat Long Mingqing?

No matter what Xiaohuan thinks, she won't think about it. After all, Long's reputation in the past two years is too great, and it has already made people stare at him.Even Prince Ning's Mansion may pay a lot of money to hire him to enter the curtain.

Xiaohuan still forgot one thing, if Su Mu is not a liar, what should he say if he won a game with Long Zai in Tongzhou Dushi last time?

She is only worried now: "Even if Su Mu doesn't plagiarize, if he writes a poem with his own ability, it will win the girl's favor. If the girl really uses his second-rate work to compete with Yanniang, if she loses again, she will be killed again." There's no room for turning around."

But beyond Xiaohuan's expectation, Su Mu quickly finished writing the poem, put the pen aside with a slight smile, and asked: "Miss Yunqing, can you do it?" When his own girl trembled, The eyes are full of confusion.

When Su Mu asked again, Yun Qing suddenly turned her head to look at Su Mu, her voice trembling, her gaze became brighter: "This...you wrote it to me..."

Looking at her cheeks again, there was a slight hint of rosiness.Different from the decadence of the previous few days, at this moment she was already radiant, even a little shy, and ecstatic.

"Naturally." Su Mu breathed a long sigh of relief, walked to the kettle, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it full.

Xiaohuan was still a little worried, and her own girl knew it best.Yun Qing admires the young scholar most, and although the Su Mu in front of him is ordinary, it is undeniable that he has a heroic spirit that ordinary scholars do not possess.

Could it be that the girl...bewitched by him.

"Girl." Worried, Xiaohuan couldn't help calling again.

When Yun Qing heard Su Mu's answer, the ecstasy on her face could no longer be restrained, and she quickly shouted to the thugs: "Quick, go and invite the musicians, there is a new song to be arranged!"

"girl……"

"Xiaohuan, hurry up and get 100 taels of silver to polish Mr. Su's pen."

"Ah!" Xiaohuan was completely shocked this time. In this era when ordinary farmers only have three or four years of income a year, 100 taels is already the income of ordinary farmers for a lifetime.

She remembered that two years ago Li Mengyang, the master of poetry, wrote a seven-character poem to Yunqing, and Louzi only sent 60 taels of embellishment pens.

It's just that Mr. Li is too generous and unwilling to accept it.Unable to do so, the girl bought the Four Treasures of the Study at an equivalent price and sent them to Li's residence, so Li Mengyang accepted them.

Now Yun Qing pays 100 taels for every shot. Could it be said that this Su Mu's poems are better than Mr. Li, or even Seven Sons?

Xiaohuan stood there blankly with a horrified expression, unable to move any more.