My wife is number one in the world

Qin Wan'er frowned and looked out of the cabin, waiting for her poems.

Xue Bizhu gently walked to Su Wei'er and sat down: "Sister Wei'er, you are so distracted, what happened?"

Su Wei'er came back to her senses: "Sister Bizhu, my sister has a headache, can I go back early?"

Xue Bizhu's face tightened: "Sister Wei'er, what nonsense are you talking about? If you go back in such a vague way, how will you explain to Mother Jiang? Even if you lose, it's not good, but it's better than running away."

Su Wei'er sighed: "Young Master Qin Bin just sent a letter, and the mother at home suddenly fell ill and has no time to help my sister. If my sister is at the bottom of the table this year, she will really go out to pick up guests."

Xue Bizhu's expression was startled: "What? Mr. Qin has already agreed, how can you keep your word?"

"Hundreds of good filial piety come first, Qin Gongzi's mother is sick, naturally it is important to take care of her mother."

"Then what should you do, sister? How about I ask Mr. Lin to see if I can write a poem again, and say that Mr. Qin presented it."

Su Wei laughed and cried a few times: "These young masters are all in the same place. If Lin Yangming wrote two poems, he wouldn't be able to hide it from others."

"Yan Huaian of Dangyang Academy, Mr. Yan dedicates a poem "Women Guest" to Qin Wan'er Qin girl in Qixiu Building"

Qin Wan'er looked at the paper manuscript in her hand with joy: "Finally here. The girl has lived in fifteen cities, and left me with a blue silk. It's more than a thousand miles away, and the old man has longed for love."

Qin Wan'er's face turned red as she read, and several women immediately began to tease.

The people outside the cabin sang one by one, and everyone on the boat applauded and congratulated.

"Boy, how many poems can you still see?" Li Yugang sneered as he looked at Liu Mingzhi, who was in the divine way.

Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "It's all very good, it's all very good, it's worthy of being the masterpiece of a few great talents, and it's rare to see it in my life."

"How is it compared to "Climbing to the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling"? Which one is higher and which is lower?"

"Each has its own merits, each has its own charm, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior, but... eh..."

When the old man mentioned Li Bai's "Climbing the Phoenix Terrace of Jinling", why did he look at me like this?

"But what? Go on."

Liu Mingzhi blinked a few times: "It's nothing, let's wait for the next masterpiece. Didn't the six girls only publish five poems? No hurry, no hurry."

"The old man just heard the news that one of the talents who helped out had an accident. Therefore, only five girls got the poems. How about you help this girl with the topic of the beautiful Jiangnan that the old man asked about?"

"Me? Forget it, I'm not in the same rank as them, so forget it."

Behind Qi Yun heaved a sigh of relief, the meaning flowing out of those bright eyes is clearly that you are a good kid.

"The first famous poem in this Oiran Competition is the poem presented by Li Peichao of Dangyang Academy for Miss Su Ruyu, and the poem presented by Mr. Lin Yangming of No. 2 Yishan Academy for Miss Xue of Penglailou......"

"Girl Su Weisu in Penglai Building is at the bottom of her name because no one has contributed poetry."

Hearing Su Wei'er's name, Liu Mingzhi was startled, Su Wei of Penglai Lou, isn't that his "little mother", the reason why he was able to extort 5000 taels of silver from the old man was because the neighbors spread the rumor that Mr. Su Weier, Miss Su of Penglai Building, is a concubine, that is, her own mother, who does not know about this matter.

"Little Niang" is in trouble, whether to help or not. If you help, Mrs. Liu's ears will probably tell the story of Liu Mansion.After all, a husband and a wife are kind for a hundred days, and they are also their "little mothers" in name. After all, the old man will have some old feelings in it.

Seeing Liu Mingzhi's uncertain expression, Li Yugang chuckled lightly: "If you regret it, it's not too late to write poetry now, if it's night, then it's really too late."

"If you lose the competition, will Miss Su be punished?"

"That's not true, but it may be arranged to pick up guests, maybe..."

Liu Mingzhi stood up abruptly, what if "Little Niang" went to pick up customers, wouldn't the old man be green?

"Isn't it just the poems of the great beauty of the south of the Yangtze River? I wrote it for my wife and for the old man. Even if I try my best, I will pirate it."

Qi Yun's face was flushed with anger, and she was jealous: "Brother wants to write a poem for a brothel girl?"

"Ah......Ah......Ah? Ah......Ah! Miss Qi, I have a last resort. If I don't write this poem, my young master may It will be swallowed alive by the old man, or Miss Qi will help me grind it."

No matter what Liu Mingzhi said, Qi Yun couldn't get rid of her jealousy.You want to please the beauties, and you also want this girl to grind for you.

"Liu Gongzi, the little girl's hand is injured, it's inconvenient."

Tsk-tsk twice, Liu Mingzhi had no choice but to do it himself, he couldn't let Li Yugang grind it.

After adjusting the ink, Liu Mingzhi pondered, the poems of the beautiful Jiangnan scenery.

"Jiangnan, Jiangnan, there is."

Liu Mingzhi picked up the brush and began to swipe ink on the rice paper, looking at the sea tide and the southeast Xingsheng.Liu Yong, not Liu Mingzhi.

The southeast is prosperous, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, with 10 households.

At the beginning of this word, it shows the whole picture of Hangzhou with a panoramic view, and points out the important position of Hangzhou.

Clouds and trees wrap around to lift sand, furious waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is boundless.The city is listed as pearls, the households are full of Luoqi, and they compete for luxury.

After the completion of the upper tower, the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan is vividly expressed, rich and prosperous.

There are many lakes and lakes in Qingjia, there are three autumn osmanthus, and ten miles of lotus.The Qiang tube is sunny, the Lingge is full of night, and the old lotus baby is fished for fun.Thousands of horses hold high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and recite the haze.These few sentences vividly describe the scene of the people living and working in peace and contentment, and the officials could not bear to leave here to set off the beautiful scenery.

In the future, the future will be good, and I will go to Fengchi to boast.

After writing the inscription, Liu Mingzhi flicked the brush and wiped the ink on his hand: "There is this poem, although it describes the beauty of Hangzhou, but Hangzhou is also the hinterland of Jiangnan.

"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, let's say goodbye first, and make an appointment later."

Liu Mingzhi couldn't wait to go to the old man to ask for credit, and it is estimated that the 5000 taels did not run away again.

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"Liu Mingzhi Liu Gongzi of Jinling Liufu dedicated a poem "Wang Hai Chao·Southeast Xingsheng" to Penglai Building Su Wei Er Su girl"

The servant was about to take out the paper and send it to the cabin, but was stopped by Li Yugang: "Little brother, wait a moment, can you let the old man take a look at it, and then send it off."

The servant hesitated for a while, Li Yugang took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the table, and the servant's expression changed immediately: "Sir, as long as you don't waste time, it's fine, otherwise it's not easy to explain it to Miss Su."

Li Yugang picked up the manuscript on the table and looked at it. The more he looked, the more surprised he looked: "The beautiful Jiangnan, the beautiful Jiangnan, is there a more beautiful poem than the Jiangnan depicted in this poem?"

After reading "Wang Hai Tide·Southeast Xingsheng", Li Yugang pondered the last sentence "Waiting to go to Fengchi" and gradually revealed a mysterious smile: "I can't think of the playboy children whose name is spread all over Jinling to have such an ambition, Fengchi. , is this the ambition of being a champion?"

Li Yugang casually took out the Four Treasures of the Study, and compared it with the paper manuscript left by Liu Mingzhi, he copied it. The original manuscripts of such excellent words are gone, and it is a habit among literati to copy and appreciate them carefully.

Copying, comparing, and borrowing are all very common things.

"What, isn't Liu Mingzhi of Liu Mansion the famous playboy? He can also write lyrics? It won't be a poem like a goose in the sky, right? That would be another good story in Jinling Mansion."

"Of course it's him. Jinling has several Liu mansions, and several Liu Mingzhi, but this dude really doesn't know what to do. Li Peichao, Song Yi... and others are well-known talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He... …”

"Hey, you can't say that. The ancients Yun Shibei should treat him with admiration for three days, but I heard that Young Master Liu went to Dangyang Academy to concentrate on his studies."