i really have no talent

Chapter 8 Sensation
On the night of the bright moon, there are not only literati and refined scholars, but also street vendors, carrying two special wooden boxes on their shoulders, with some snacks or gratifying gadgets in their hands. Holding their own unique signboards, they walked all the way and yelled, and when they met someone who asked, they put down their burdens and greeted them.

After the business is done, I also have a short rest, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone. There are many peddlers walking around the streets carrying all kinds of goods like this.

Witnessing such a prosperous scene, even Ye Wushuang, who has seen the prosperity of a modern city in his previous life, has to marvel at the wisdom of the ancients.

After all, in the previous life, some ancient inheritance has disappeared in the long river of time, and can no longer be copied, and future generations will not be able to feel the beauty of the artistic conception pursued by the ancients.

This is the beauty of humanities and the beauty of classical architecture, and the special humanistic scene created by it makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Ye Wushuang, who was already 16 years old with a jug in hand, was considered an adult, and in Daxia, there was no such law as children not being allowed to drink alcohol.

A sip of sweetness enters the throat, and the spicy feeling rises from the abdomen. The more you taste it, the more you feel the taste, and the aftertaste is endless.

"If you want to come back to the scenery of the Jiangnan water town in ancient times, it's just like this..."

Sitting on the bow, Ye Nan stood beside him, Xiao Wugou and the servant girl were constantly pointing out the scenery on the two banks through the gauze curtain, muttering and waving their hands, their eyes full of playfulness.

Ye Wushuang took a look, then shook his head and said nothing, this little girl loves to play too much.

…………

In such a prosperous and prosperous age, all kinds of romantic affairs are naturally indispensable.

Go boating down the Lu River, cross a sharp bend, go back two or three miles, and bypass a canyon. In front of you, there is a lake with a width of more than [-] feet, which is also the favorite place of literati in the city of Chuzhou. .

The water is calm and the lights on the water reflect each other. Ships of different styles and sizes shuttle here and there, and they are familiar with each other. The literati and scholars standing in different ship buildings echo each other. .

At this time, the moon is in the sky, and the sound of the water waves and the icy wind in the mountains and forests in the distance complement each other. It is really a special flavor to go boating here.

"The son of the Zhao family in the state government did not speak, and wrote a poem, which was commented by the doctor of the state government. Although the artistic conception is shallow, the talent and learning are worthy of praise."

On the empty lake, at this moment, a vigorous voice spread among the surrounding cruise ships.

The blue-clothed slaves on the boat moored, their eyes brightened, eagerly looking forward to it, and scholars and literati heard the poems, clapping their hands and applauding, and talking about it.

After a while, a small boat approached, and a young servant handed over a piece of rice paper with four lines of writing on it, and the inscription was the name that was sung just now.

These are some of the games that have existed in Chuzhou since ancient times for literati to make friends with each other.

Those who participated were all conceited, talented and courageous people.

"Brother, the game they played just now looks very fun, I want to play it too..."

"Wugou, it's not for fun, it's for publicity. We can't learn from this kind of person. We should keep a low profile. If we don't obey, we will be yelled at by the little tiger..."

"No, I won't..."

"obedient!"

"Humph…………"

Seeing Ye Wushuang's straight face, Xiao Wugou also calmed down, but he pouted his mouth, sulked all by himself, pulled the little maid to the side and muttered something softly, while talking, he turned his head and stared at the surroundings , lest others overhear.

After hearing this, the little girl gritted her teeth, looked at her young master, then turned her head, seeing the majestic and threatening eyes of the young lady, the little girl shook her body, and finally moved her footsteps.

Turning around step by step, the little maid gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes, secretly took out a piece of paper from a container that Ye Nan was accompanying, placed it carefully on her chest, avoiding other people's sight, and took a few steps, He returned to Ye Wugou's side.

"Miss, I don't know anything..."

"Well, what did you say?"

"Nothing was said, nothing was known."

"Um……"

Ye Wugao stared at the little maid for a full minute, then saw the confused expression on her face, and then nodded with satisfaction, like a little adult.

Taking advantage of the gap between Ye Wushuang and Ye Nan's conversation, Ye Wugou took the writing brush from the pen and ink prepared by the boatman, tapped the ink, and wrote a line of small characters on the paper in his hand.

"Okay, hee hee..."

After finishing writing, the little girl dried the paper, and at the same time her face was a little happy, and she asked the maid to come to the stern, handed a piece of paper and a small ingot of silver to the boatman, then whispered a few times in her ear, and then Back to the bow.

On the other side, the boatman shook the silver in his hands, and was very happy. He held the lantern in his hand, swayed it to the corner of the lake a few times, and then stood on the bow of the boat and waited.

After a while, a small boat approached. The boatman took out a few copper coins and handed them to a young man at the bow of the boat. , then nodded in satisfaction, and then nodded to Ye Wugou's master and servant.

"yeah!"

Ye Wugou saw the success, his face was expressionless, but his heart was full of joy.

Even the look in his brother's eyes was a bit teasing.

"Ye Nan, has anything important happened recently?"

"My lord, do you mean within the Four Kingdoms or including the Three Barbarians?"

"Talk to each other..."

"Within the Four Kingdoms, it should be the love affair between Da Xia Lidi and the Empress Da Zhou's marriage. In the land of the Three Barbarians, it seems that there are a few pretty good juniors who are talented, but they are definitely not as good as My son is extremely..."

"Hehe, you, when did you learn how to flatter..."

"Young master, it's just the truth."

"........."

On the other side, the young boatman who had collected the money came to the largest three-story cruise ship with a small boat, and shouted at the boat, and a small hanging basket fell from the boat.

The boat weighed a piece of rice paper with a stone, pulled the string, handed it to the boy in charge of the matter, and at the same time said loudly.

"Brother Zhao, a young master on the cruise ship asked me to send it."

"Well, it's alright."

"Got it."

The boy took the rice paper from the basket, looked down with contempt, and then left without looking back.

After walking a certain distance from the bow, turning a corner, and then reaching the second floor of the boat, the servant handed the rice paper in his hand to a middle-aged man in brocade clothes who was guarding downstairs with a respectful expression.

On the third floor of the cruise ship, among the shadows of the cups, a young servant gently pushed open the door, then took out the rice paper in his arms, whispered a few times in the ear of another brocade-clothed young servant, and then retreated.

"Old Yan, someone has sent an essay."

"Oh~ Submit it for the adults to appreciate together..."

"Yes……"

The boy got the order, walked forward slowly, came to the desk, moved a gap, and then slowly opened the rice paper in his hand.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past. The small building was blown by the east wind last night, and the hometown can't bear to look back. In the moonlight, the carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red face has changed. Ask you how much you can worry, just like a river of spring water. Dongliu—Young Master Wushuang."

The old man known as Yan Lao read out bit by bit according to the handwriting on the rice paper.

I didn't feel it at first, but I couldn't help but start talking again with a slightly drunk look.

Afterwards, the rest of the people in the room couldn't help but chanted along. After three times, everyone was dumbfounded, and their slightly drunken expressions seemed to wake up in an instant. Sweeping back and forth on the rice paper.

Holding the fine wine in his hand, he tasted the words and sentences repeatedly in his mouth, but tears slowly fell down his cheeks involuntarily.

"Good words!"

"Absolutely..."

"This artistic conception...why am I crying."

Sitting in the upper seat, Yan Lao, who was already old, couldn't help but shed tears at this moment, with cloudy eyes, he took the rice paper with trembling hands, and then kept waving his hands towards the outside.

The young man in brocade clothes stepped forward, and the old man surnamed Yan stepped on the floor barefoot and gave instructions in his ear.

"Sir Yan Xueli, Sir, please come aboard and meet Mr. Wushuang."

Not long after, a majestic voice sounded above the bustling lake, and the cruise ships around were all quiet.

"Liu Yiqing of Yueqing Building, please invite Mr. Wushuang into the room for a talk."

"Miss Wenyue in Shangyuelou, please invite Mr. Wushuang to board the boat."

"Miss Mei Niang of Luoxian Pavilion, please invite Mr. Wushuang to board the boat and talk about it."

"........."

"........."

The already bustling surface of the lake was filled with the sound of singing and drinking one after another at this moment.

In a very short period of time, this poem with a sad mood reached the hands of all the literati and people on the surrounding lake cruise ships, and the people in the brothels and jade houses, and this scene just happened.

The rest of the people who didn't know the truth were stunned by this scene.

Who is this young master Wushuang? The prefect Yan Daren invited him without telling, even Chuzhou Sanjue invited him in the same way.

You know, in this world, it is hardest to bear the grace of a beauty, let alone three.

And on the cruise ships of the three brothels, there is a beautiful figure standing in the most conspicuous place of the berth, with a golden crown on his head and a light veil covering his face.

What's even more rare is that these three people all have different beauties, and there is no absolute distinction between superior and inferior, and it is even more addictive to appear together.

"Young master Wushuang? Could it be the famous young master Wushuang from Chuzhou, some talented man from Qing'an Wushuang?"

"I guess so. I heard that this unparalleled son of Qing'an not only has outstanding literary talents, but also his appearance is rarely comparable to him."

"That should be..."

"I don't know that Mr. Wushuang will go to the girl in the first building..."

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Ye Wushuang was also confused by this series of news.

Then, when he belatedly took the paper from Ye Nan's hand and saw the words on it that had been passed down through the ages, he understood.

"Stainless!"

Looking at the words copied from his hand, Ye Wushuang made a face, then looked at the proud-looking little girl on the bow of the boat, and couldn't help but shout.

(End of this chapter)