The Blessing of the Qi Nv of Transmigration

Chapter 126
The madam who had already left was attracted by the movement in the side hall. When she opened the door, she saw a group of people surrounding the five handsome gentlemen with excited expressions. She approached and listened carefully to what they had to say, but she was praising one of the handsome gentlemen at the intersection. A poem, I was very surprised.

Since ancient times, it has been said that literati are inferior to each other. Over the years, it has not been uncommon to see those sour literati picking words at each other to the extent of abusing and tearing each other. What is going on today?
Everyone didn't pay attention to the madam coming in, and even if they did, they didn't have time to pay attention to it. Everyone was scrambling to pass on the poem, and some people even followed behind to read and copy it down, and kept it for recitation when they went back.

This Kyoto is indeed full of fish and dragons now, I didn't expect to encounter such a masterpiece in this brothel, it is really surprising.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, before the time was up, a little servant girl came out from the stage and said, "Guest officers, the two ladies of my family asked if any of your poems have been completed? All completed poems will be signed and handed over to me." Here, and then wait for my wife to make a judgment."

Everyone laughed and said, "We already have the champion, we are willing to bow down! Don't make fun of what we wrote,"

The little maid didn't seem to care, and said: "Then bring up this poem you recommended!"

Anyway, there will only be one person left for each lady, and it is useless to ask so many people for their poems.

The poem was quickly passed back to Yang Feier, and Yang Feier signed the word "Hu Jia" at the place where it was signed. This was what Xiu Jichang had reminded her, and handed it to the guiding boy who had been waiting for a long time. The little boy handed it over to the little maidservant on the stage.

Everyone continued to wait in the hall with great interest, wanting to see how the two geisha would respond after reading this poem, and repeated chanting and conversation in their mouths.

"...The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, why meet each other before! This is the essence of this poem!" Someone sighed.

Immediately someone echoed: "I also like this sentence the most!"

"Yes! This sentence can be passed down through the ages!"

"May I ask if this little brother is a candidate for this year's examination?"

"Where is the little brother..."

"Little brother's name and name..."

Yang Feier didn't answer at all, not pretending to be lofty, he really couldn't answer.

Soon the little maid appeared on the stage again and asked, "Who is Hu Jia?"

Yang Feier raised his hand with a smile.

"My second lady said, the pipa poem you wrote for your sister is very good, can you ask Mr. Lang to write another dance poem for her? If you are equally satisfied, the two of them will choose Mr. Wang tonight."

There was an uproar immediately below, and all kinds of teasing laughter suddenly broke out, Yang Feier couldn't help blushing, this is really a blessing!

What's annoying is that Zhang Fuzhen and the other four didn't make any gestures to save the siege, and even the instigator Xian Ge was happy to watch her jokes aside.Seeing this situation, Yang Feier waited to keep silent, but it didn't seem right, so he could only lower his voice as much as possible, and said to the maidservant: "We have already written poems praising dance." What about it? I think it’s pretty good, you can submit it for the two girls to judge.”

As he said that, he was about to reach out for the poem draft that Xian Ge put on the table, but Xian Ge's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he grabbed it and tore it into pieces, shaking it all over the table, and said with a smile: "What kind of crooked poems do I write? Don't pollute the eyes of the two girls, it's better for you to compose another song for them." The voice has also been processed, and it is more male-like than Yang Feier's, it seems that she has been doing this for a long time and has accumulated a lot of experience up.

Yang Feier looked at the scraps of paper on the ground speechlessly, then at Xiange's smiling face, suddenly smiled slyly, and said: "It's okay, I've memorized the poem you wrote just now, and I'll copy it down and hand it over to you." The two girls judge."

As he said that, he stretched out the paper and picked up a pen, and began to write "There is a beautiful woman in the North Country..."

Xian Ge thought that Yang Feier was really going to copy his own poem, and went around to grab the pen and paper, when he saw that the first sentence was not the one he wrote, he paused his gestures, and immediately understood, Standing beside Yang Feier curiously, I want to see what good poem she will write?
"... Pingting is overwhelming." Zhang Fuzhen, Xiu Jichang Zaiheng also stood over to look at it, and at a glance, he knew that this was not what Xiange did just now, and he looked forward to it with a smile in his heart.

"...A Huayan feast in the evening of nine autumns, with the clouds and rain flying through my sleeves. It's as light as orchids and greenery, like a dragon swimming."

Zai Heng was still reciting softly in his mouth, and the invisible people outside were all listening intently, a huge hall was quiet and silent, only Zai Heng's low and clear male voice was chanting along with Yang Feier's writing...

"...The more gorgeous, stop at Qianxi, and Wu Ji stop at Baishao. Slowness can't be poor, and the complicated posture will lead to the end."

"...Low back to the lotus and break the waves, the snow is in chaos and the wind is blowing. When you fall, you look forward to it, and you want to look empty when you repair it."

"...Love is too much to dance, and the dance is slow, the song is slow, the wrist is too heavy, the waist is turned back, the posture is beautiful, the clothes are charming, and the clothes are light and swaying."

"...Guan Qingluo recommends and closes, and the string is startled. Xuexiuchi is late. Hearing the song, he twitches his eyebrows, and slightly looks at his words. But I can't catch my sorrow, so I fly away to chase after Jinghong. At dusk, we leave guests, and we will see and love each other at this time."

When Zai Heng read it to the end, his voice became clearer and clearer, full of joy.

Yang Feier wrote here, turned his head and thought for a while, then put down the pen, and said: "I have a bad memory, I only have these few sentences." Pick it up and shake it a few times, let the paper collect all the ink, and roll it into a roll , called the little boy on the side to come over and hand it over to the little maidservant on the stage.

The crowd at the bottom followed the poem and was taken down by the maidservant, only then did they come to their senses, and couldn't help but say again and again: "Wait, wait... I'll copy it later..." But the maidservant had disappeared behind the stage curtain , everyone had to stop and sigh, and those who reacted quickly rushed to Yang Feier's table, pushing and begging her to make another copy.

Yang Fei'er looked back at Xian Ge with a smile and said, "Brother Liang, you should copy your poems yourself, so why don't you ask me to do it for you?"

When the people around heard it, they suddenly came back to their senses, yes, the latter song was written by this person, and they all turned to Xiange for a while, saying: "This little brother is really talented, can you work hard to write a copy, so that everyone can enjoy it together?" excellent work?"

This time it was Xiange's turn to be speechless.

Immediately sat down, poured a cup of tea, poured himself a drink, tilted his head and squinted at Yang Feier, and said: "Since I have done the work for you, then I will do it for you to the end. You are already a beautiful woman waiting, it is only counted as this moment of leisure." It’s just to pass the time, and it will save you from waiting anxiously.”

Yang Feier laughed, this cunning little girl!Then he stopped bickering with her, and re-stretched the paper with a smooth and elegant movement. Under the crowd watching, he really re-wrote it again.

Dozens of people crowded in front of the stage, vying to ask for poems, but in the last row of the hall, there were always two people sitting in the dark corner, looking at this side from a distance, with eyes wide open. surprise.

(End of this chapter)