son-in-law

Chapter 14 In the Turtle and Crane Garden
At the same time, in the house in the backyard of the Pan Mansion, the women participating in the performance were putting on makeup or resting in the rooms. The garden of the Shishui Poetry Society was only a wall away from them. Behind the veil watched the party go on.

Most of the people who can come to participate in this performance tonight are women who have a certain reputation on the Qinhuai River, and most of them have their own attractiveness. No.Not all of the people who came to the Zhishui Poetry Society came with their companions. For example, Mr. Qin brought a concubine Yunniang who knew poetry and prose, and many of the others brought their wives, or from a certain family. Miss Ladies.In such an occasion, they absolutely cannot be the protagonists, and even sitting out to attract attention after the performance is not acceptable.

However, even if they just go out to perform singing and dancing, as long as they have outstanding talents, it is enough to leave a deep impression on people. Women like them, if there are only many men beside them, they will put their posture higher and be more reserved.If it is on such an occasion, it will play the role of green leaves quietly, moistening things silently and making people remember.Pride and restraint are just means, fame is the most important thing.

The two most famous women who came here tonight are probably Yuan Jin'er from Jinfeng Tower and Lu Caicai from Yinchun Pavilion. At this time, in the room, Yuan Jin'er was holding her cheeks and looking left and right, looking at the bronze mirror with makeup. Afterwards, the maid Kou'er was also watching, and she was talking with her young lady with a light smile: "Miss, when you just went out to perform, the young master Cao was always looking at you, with no eyes. Just blink."

Yuan Jin'er glanced at her with a smile: "I went out to perform, and they were looking at me, what's strange. It's Kou'er, but you only saw Cao Gongzi alone, which makes people feel strange."

"Miss, is it true?" Kou'er wrinkled a little red face in protest, "He can't take his eyes off of him!"

"If you didn't look at him, how would you know he was looking at me." Yuan Jin'er continued to laugh and joke, and the little maid pouted in embarrassment and decided to ignore her, but after a while, she again Leaning over: "Miss, who can get the leader of the fighting poem tonight?"

Yuan Jin'er tilted her head and placed a small flower between her temples: "Writing doesn't come first, and fighting poetry doesn't have a real standard. Where is the leader? You girl, just like to ask these questions. But what about that? The premiere has been sung for the longest time, but you can see it." She picked up a few notes on the table, "Young Master Wang's, Master Xi's, and your favorite songs by Master Cao, 'The sky is like water, Zhan Yinhuang Qingqian', heh, this one is probably the best, so you'll be happy... and Mr. Li and Mr. Tang from Lichuan..."

The little maid pouted, "Who likes Young Master Cao?"

"Uh, hate him?" Yuan Jin'er looked at her smartly.

"No, but Kou'er is thinking of you, Miss. Young Master Cao likes you, and you are here with him today. If you can have Young Master Cao to help you, next year's Qinhuai Hua Kui will be yours, Miss. I have it on my body. And if Young Master Cao is in Spring High School next year..."

The little maid kept talking, Yuan Jin'er laughed and hooked her nose: "Got it." Then she picked up the poem written by Cao Guan and read it.Among the two of her and Lu Caicai, Lu Caicai is good at pipa, she is good at guzheng, and she is better at singing. She will go out to sing this song later. Laughing, it looks like a happy smile pursued by a great genius.

In fact, most of the prostitutes who are a little bit dedicated on the Qinhuai River claim to have a rough life. Most of them are fake and made up, but that is only a fabrication of details. The concept that they all have a rough life is basically correct.Yuan Jiner, Lu Caicai, and other famous prostitutes, they learned poetry and prose. In fact, they naturally admire all kinds of talented people. However, although occasionally a famous prostitute simply appreciates the talent of others and marries a poor scholar Such rumors are a good story, but it is really a minority among the few.She was invited by the Pan Mansion today, but she came with Cao Guan by car. She seemed to be very close. She admired Cao Guan's talent in her heart, but if she really liked it, she liked what Kouer said. It looks like something she doesn't even know about herself.For them, it seems that the stars hold the moon, but in fact, there are not many opportunities to choose.

However, if you can avoid these thoughts a little, tonight's poetry meeting will indeed be very rewarding.

She sang the lyrics and songs repeatedly, but after a while, Kou'er came over from the door: "Miss, it seems that there are good poems again, let's go and have a look."

"Oh?" She smiled and put down the paper, went out with Kou'er, and walked towards the gauze curtain at the entrance of the corridor. Several women had already gathered here, and Lu Caicai had also come over, and she said softly, "My sisters. , what's the matter?" Then he attached to the gauze to watch, and just heard the voice of "ask the wine to the sky", Pan Guangyan had read it once before, this is the second time one of the students chanted recited.

The atmosphere of the poetry meeting was actually a bit strange at this time, and it was a little quieter. In the previous grand occasion, everyone was very active in writing and reciting poetry, talking and laughing Yanyan, at this time, it seemed that they were suppressed by some kind of aura.Everyone was still reminiscing about the poem, and then these women also got a piece of paper with the words copied, gathered around and read the whole article, and then read it again, Yuan Jin'er raised her head, just in time with Lu Caicai. eye contact.

"Puyuan Poetry Society..."

"how is this possible……"

"Su Mansion, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, who is this?"

"I've never heard of it..."

Compared to the group of students outside who were first immersed in the poem, the women here first cared about who made the poem after realizing the meaning of the poem. Several people read the inscription several times and asked each other, but they didn't. Never heard of this name.At this time, someone outside had already asked: "What do you think of this word?"

"People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete..."

"This word..."

"Who made this word?"

No one commented for a while, but someone whispered "wonderful" while nodding, and then the person who read the poem picked it up and read the inscription: "Su Fu, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng, does anyone know this Who is it?"

A moment of silence.

"However, since the surname is Ning at this time, why is it signed to the Su Mansion?"

"Which Su Mansion?"

"Puyuan Poetry Club, I'm afraid it's not that Su Shibuxing."

"Could this person be the steward of the Su Mansion?"

"I've never heard of this person before..."

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and there was a lot of discussion, but everyone was confused about the name, and no one had heard of it.Pan Guangyan then had no choice but to call the person who went outside to fetch poems. This person was not a servant, but half of his disciples. He was also somewhat talented. After listening to the teacher's question, he smiled and talked about what he knew.

"Oh, I heard that this person is the son-in-law of the Su family. He just joined the Su family a few months ago. He is the son-in-law of the second young lady of the Su family, Su Tan'er. What's interesting is that I heard some rumors. It is said that Ning Liheng is today. He caught the cold and did not attend the Poetry Festival in Puyuan. He said this word to a little maid when he was resting at home tonight. He was originally entertaining himself. Who would have guessed that some people at the poetry party said that he had no poetic talent. This little maid I couldn't hear it, so I took out the word... Hehe, that's what it said over there, but I don't know the truth."

"Su Mansion... son-in-law?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the people present, but also the woman behind the gauze next to them looked at each other in dismay, and then the voice also rang out.

"Never been there?"

"This is too bizarre..."

"I'm...but I've never heard that a husband-in-law can have such a talent..."

"Ning Yi and Ning Liheng, I have never heard of it..."

Over the gauze curtain, the little maid Kou'er said suspiciously, "Isn't this Puyuan Shihui who wanted to make a name for himself and bought it?"

It is not uncommon to want to buy poetry to become famous every year at the poetry festival. Everyone knows the inside story, but even if you buy it, it is probably impossible to buy poetry of this quality. After knowing the identity of the other party, everyone probably has it in their hearts. such doubts.If you really have this kind of talent, how can you run into the family?At this time, there were also people over there who expressed their doubts.

"I'm afraid it's hard to believe this..."

"Could it be that the Su Mansion wanted to make a name for itself and bought the lyrics?"

The voice was not loud, and the person who spoke was only tentative, but everyone could hear it. After a moment of silence, someone clearly agreed: "This kind of thing is..."

At the beginning, everyone was infected by this poem, and they didn't think too much about it. Then, information such as "son-in-law" and "unknown person" came up. After comparing with the word, there was a huge contrast, and some doubt Thoughts came up almost uncontrollably. After all, some of the calm people had never spoken, but there was still a lot of fighting spirit at the Poetry Society Tonight, and some people said it subconsciously.At this time, a stern voice suddenly came down from the stage: "Zixing! Shut up!"

The person who spoke was named Yu Zixing. He was taken aback by the voice. He looked up and saw Old Kang was looking at him with a writing brush in his hand.For a while, the venue was quiet.

(End of this chapter)