Suppliers from both worlds have dominated the world since Datang!

The atmosphere has been enhanced to this point!

Zhuang Zhou had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The purpose of his coming here tonight is to act as spokesperson for Miss Hongyu.

The principal of Wu Guan Qian must be recovered.

He raised his hands and followed the way of the ancients, cupping his fists and bowing.

In this way, Zhuang Zhou admitted that he was the owner of this poem.

But the big guys can’t figure it out.

They have seen all the talented scholars in Kyoto.

Or at least heard of it.

After all, this circle relies on true talent and practical knowledge, and word of mouth.

But I have never seen this person before me.

suddenly.

Then I heard someone shouting:

"I remembered, this man is the owner of a certain shop in the West Market, what is his name?"

"By the way, call it Zhuangji Grocery Store!"

This statement came out.

There was even more uproar in the hall.

A shop owner, isn't he a businessman?

How can a businessman make such a masterpiece?

You're talking nonsense!

Naturally, all the literati and poets didn't believe it.

Such gorgeous words and profound artistic conception.

It was actually done by a businessman.

So doesn't this slap them in the face?

As a result, everyone was talking and talking.

"This word is really brilliant!"

"Yes, it's so well written. I think even the most talented person in Kyoto can't write it."

"I think he must have paid for this word."

"Well, I guess that's what happened."

"Such a beautiful sentence, at first glance, it is impossible for him to come up with it."

Everyone talked a lot.

They all mean the same thing.

That's Zhuang Zhou's poem, which was basically bought with money.

Zhuang Zhou was a little angry.

You guys.

If you can't compete with me in poetry writing, then you're going to throw dirty water on me, right?

Okay, okay, you city people all play like this, right?

Okay, I'll play with you.

Just when everyone was arguing, Zhuang Zhou stood up.

"Everyone, if you think my lyrics are bought, then I will give you a few more."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

This kid really dares to talk nonsense.

So everyone looked at Zhuang Zhou to see what he would do next.

Zhuang Zhou paused, and everyone looked over at this moment.

All of them have the same expression:

This guy is really arrogant!

Zhuang Zhou had just read "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Lyrics" recently, and he was thinking about which one to copy!

The first one is there.

"listen!"

“The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves.

The autumn colors continue to wave, and the waves are cold and smokey.

The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water.

The fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey.

Unless every night, good dreams stay asleep.

The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone.

The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. "

After Zhuang Zhou recited the word, the whole audience could hear the needle drop.

It seemed like even breathing could be heard.

Before anyone could speak, Zhuang Zhou remembered another poem:

“The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast.

On the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow gauze kitchen, the coolness is beginning in the middle of the night.

After Dongli put the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance.

There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "

After the word fell silent, someone finally couldn't help but burst out:

"it is good!"

"Don't say a word, it's all romantic."

Zhuang Zhou ignored it and read out another poem:

"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.

Whoever sends the brocade book in the cloud, when the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

The flowers flow by themselves.One kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. "

"..."

Immediately afterwards, it was out of control.

One song after another.

There was no pause.

Zhuang Zhou read more than a dozen poems in succession.

Each capital is an eternal classic.

At this moment, everyone present fell silent.

The whole person was buzzing as if it had been exploded.

Is this even a human being?

No, is this still a mortal?

I'm afraid it's Wenquxing who comes down to earth!

There were hundreds of people present, and among them there were naturally those who fished in troubled waters.

But of course there are also real people.

The evaluation of poetry can be understood as soon as you hear it.

Any one of these poems can be called a masterpiece.

Everyone finally fell silent and no longer dared to question Zhuang Zhou.

But at this moment.

I don’t know who shouted:

"Look!"

"The Ruby Girl is out!"

Swish!

Everyone turned back and looked toward the attic.

Sure enough, a woman with red makeup appeared at the attic fence.

His eyes were looking straight in the direction of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes were also attracted, and he looked at Hongyu girl.

At a startling glance, Zhuang Zhou felt like he was getting an electric shock.

My whole body felt numb.

This girl's eyes seemed to be electric.

Zhuang Zhou withdrew his gaze slightly, only to hear what the Hongyu girl said to the maid next to him.

The maid nodded and said loudly:

"My girl has said that she is willing to invite Young Master Liu Qi to the attic for a talk."

Wow!

The eyes of all the literati and poets fell on Zhuang Zhou again.

There is jealousy, envy, and admiration.

There are also big eyes.

Ruby girl was originally one of the three major courtesans in Kyoto.

The literati in Kyoto spend a lot of money, but it is rare to see them.

After all, money is inevitably a bit tacky in the eyes of Ruby Girl.

But her talent for poetry is her favorite.

Think about it, almost a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

No literati could enter the red jade girl's boudoir with a poem.

But now Zhuang Zhou has done it.

Zhuang Zhou stood up and slowly walked towards the attic stairs.

At this time, I don’t know who applauded first:

"Sir, you are a great talent, please be worshiped by Mr. Chu!"

When everyone heard the sound and looked around, it turned out to be Chu Jianghe, who was known as the most romantic and talented man in Kyoto.

With Chu Jianghe's actions, other literati also began to recognize Zhuang Zhou's talent.

They all stood up and bowed:

"Sir, you are a great talent, please accept my respect!"

"Straight bitch! These poems have opened my mind to the fact that there really are such strange people in the world!"

"Good words! Wonderful!"

Listening to everyone's praise for him, Zhuang Zhou returned the salute with some guilt.

Then he stepped up to the attic.

I have no choice but to go to the Hongyu girl to sell mirrors on my behalf!

This is the main purpose of his coming here tonight.

Of course, if these literati and poets knew that Zhuang Zhou was here for business.

I guess I have the heart to beat him to death.

Step into the attic.

It's like stepping on the hearts of literati step by step.

That’s really distressing!

When they arrived at the attic, the maid from before led Zhuang Zhou into the boudoir.

Zhuang Zhou didn't know much about etiquette, so he followed him inside.

Entering the house, a smell of fragrant powder hit my face.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help it and sneezed three times in a row.

Rubbing his nose, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but said:

"Miss Hongyu, your perfume is too heavy. Can I recommend a perfume to you tomorrow?"

Zhuang Zhou thought that he had brought perfume this time.

I just wanted to promote the mirror tonight.

Now think about it, perfume can also be sold to brothels!

Girls will probably like it very much.

"Young Master Liu Qi is really interesting. There is actually perfume in the world. Could it be possible that he came down from the fairy world with you?"

A soft voice came from behind the hazy gauze curtain.

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said: "I am a mortal in this world, how can you say that I came down from the fairy world?"

Just listen to the beautiful figure behind the gauze curtain, slowly read:

"Wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness. Aren't these heavenly words coming from the fairy world?"

Zhuang Zhou: "..."