Datang: Stop pretending, you are a peerless expert

When Wu Yun woke up, Qiu Meng had already transcribed Su Yu's poems yesterday.

"Girl, the poem has been copied."

Qiu Meng held hundreds of sheets of paper.

In the Tang Dynasty, paper was very expensive.

Only the oiran of Pingkangfang has such financial resources.

"Go to the place where literati gather and let them see Mr. Su's talent."

Wu Yun laughed.

Looking at this verse, it seems like seeing Su Yu.

"Yes."

Qiu Meng went downstairs and posted on the street.

Three poems, in one morning, the literati in the whole Chang'an city recited like crazy.

For a time, paper in Chang'an was expensive, and the paper in the store was sold out.

A group of literati discussed there:

"The signature is Su Taibai, I have never heard of Su Taibai?"

"That's right, did you come to Chang'an after studying hard for ten years?"

"I heard he was a rich man."

"Especially this poem, the wild fire burns endlessly, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. It is said that it was written by his maidservant."

"It's absolutely impossible. How could such exquisite lines come from a handmaid?"

"People say what they say, how could it be done by a maid. Could it be that our talents in Chang'an are not as good as a maid?"

"It was indeed done by the maidservant. I was there yesterday, and I can testify."

"What books are we reading here? It's not even as good as a maidservant."

"It doesn't have to be like this, the seventh-rank official in the prime minister's mansion, this Su Yu is a great writer, and it's not surprising that his maidservant can produce world-shaking works."

But when these literati were discussing, there was a guest surnamed Li.

He heard these literati and poets say that Su Yu's poems are good, and he saw that the inscription was Su Taibai.

He said to the fellow villagers: "In the future, when my son has a son, he will definitely name him Li Bai, with the word Taibai. He is also required to learn poetry, and he will be famous in Chang'an just like Su Taibai."

The fellow smiled and said: "Your Li family has never had any famous literati, and your nephew Li Ke is not a literary material. Even if you use Su Taibai's name, you can't be as famous as him."

Li Ke laughed and said: "People are valuable and have ambitions, but my son Li Ke is not good. How can I see my grandson Li Bai? He will not be a great poet in the future."

"Okay, although the virtuous grandson was not born, his name has already been chosen. Li Bai, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, has the word Taibai."

The two laughed, bought something, and left Chang'an City.

Qiu Meng returned to Manyue Tower and said, "Girl, the poem has been sent out, and all the paper in Chang'an City is sold out."

"As expected, Mr. Taibai's writing such a famous article is more than Zuo Si. It is normal for Chang'an paper to be expensive."

Wu Yun said.

"Girl, Mr. Su Taibai promised to come to Manyue Tower yesterday, why don't you write a letter and ask him to come here as soon as possible to express love?"

Qiu Meng has followed Wu Yun for a long time, and she has never seen her fall in love with a man so much.

"I also think that Mr. Su is a great talent. If I teach him a book, I'm afraid it will make him laugh."

Wu Yun said.

Ordinary people can still sing and write a poem.

Su Yu is so powerful, if he writes poems to express lovesickness, I'm afraid it will become a laughing stock.

"Girl, I have a solution. Instead of writing poems, send a strand of blue silk."

Qiu Meng said.

Wu Yun said happily: "It's a good way, it not only expresses lovesickness, but also hides clumsiness."

Immediately took the scissors, cut a strand of hair and sealed it, and asked Qiu Meng to send it to Sujiazhuang.

The messenger rode a fast horse to Yunyang County, and asked the way to Sujiazhuang.

I was really surprised to see a high wall of tens of meters standing.

This is the first time I have seen such a magnificent building.

Ancient attics can be built up to five stories tall.

At the door, I saw Lao Chen.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Su Taibai here?"

Old Chen squinted his eyes, with a murderous look all over his body, and asked, "Who are you?"

The messenger was taken aback, this man was so murderous.

"The young one is from Pingkangfang, and it's delivering letters to the young master for my girl."

The messenger said respectfully.

Pingkangfang?When did the son have contact with the girl from Pingkangfang?

"Which girl is Pingkang Square?"

Old Chen asked.

The 88th floor of Pingkangfang is divided into high school and lower class, and ordinary people are only eligible to go to the general class.

"My girl is Miss Wu Yun from Manyue Tower."

said the messenger.

It turned out to be the oiran of the Full Moon Tower.

The best flower building in Pingkangfang, non-princes and nobles are not eligible to enter.

Not to mention anything else, that is, the money to open the door is a hundred guan, and there is money to go upstairs and open the curtain. If you calculate it, if you don't have thousands of guan, don't even think about seeing Wu Yun.

It's really a golden cave.

"Oh, come with me."

Lao Chen brought the messenger into the room, and Su Yu was practicing calligraphy.

Some time ago I practiced Yan Zhenqing's regular script, and recently I fell in love with Zhang Xu's cursive script.

"My lord, Miss Wu Yun from Pingkang Square has delivered a letter."

Lao Chen came in with a messenger.

When Xue Ji heard that Wu Yun was coming, she pouted jealously.

"Below is the messenger in the girl's building. The girl has a letter for the young master."

The messenger delivered the letter.

Su Yu took it, but when he took it apart, it turned out to be a strand of black silk.

"Okay, I already know what your girl wants."

Su Yu laughed.

"Young master, ask for a reply letter, so you can explain to the girl."

the messenger asked.

"Okay, I'll give it to you now."

Su Yu wrote a poem in Zhang Xu's cursive script.

"take it."

The messenger can be considered literate, but he doesn't know a word of Su Yu's writing.

It's no wonder that ordinary people really can't recognize this cursive script.

The messenger accepted the reply in embarrassment, and hurried back to Pingkangfang.

Wu Yun opened the reply letter and managed to recognize a few words, but most of them did not.

"Girl, what is this writing?"

Qiu Meng asked.

"I'm afraid I have to ask Mr.

In order to communicate with princes, nobles and literati, girls in Pingkangfang must know poetry, etiquette, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so Pingkangfang also has teachers who teach.

"Girl, I don't even know you."

Qiu Meng was surprised.

Wu Yun became the oiran of Pingkangfang not only because of his stunning appearance, but also because of his talent, which is beyond the reach of ordinary literati.

Otherwise, she would not dare to hold a poetry meeting, and dare to comment on whose poems are good and whose poems are not.

"Master Su is a great talent, why don't I know him."

Wu Yun took the words to find the teacher.

This gentleman is a down-and-out literati who has studied calligraphy quite well.

Looking at Su Yu's cursive script, Mr. scratched his head for a long time and didn't recognize it.

"Miss, I'm afraid you have to ask Yu Shinan, the secretary and supervisor of the court, to recognize your word."

Wu Yun was surprised that even Mr. Su Yu didn't recognize Su Yu's handwriting.

It's just that Mr. Yu Shinan is an important minister in the court, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate to ask him to read the words.

"Girl, I know what you're thinking. It just so happens that Master Yu is at Miss Xiyue's place in Manyuelou."

said Mr.

It turns out that Yu Shinan, who looks like a gentleman, also likes to drink flower wine.

"There is such a coincidence, then I will go there."

Wu Yun arrived at Xiyue's room, and Yu Shinan was having fun inside.

This Xiyue is a plump person, weighing more than 200 catties.

Ordinary guests really don't come, but this Yu Shinan ordered her every time.

Wu Yun went to the door and knocked on the door.

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