Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Chapter 395 The General’s Mansion’s Cannon Fodder Next Wife (17)

In this way, Jiang Lai was directly invited to the third floor. The scenery here is better. Open the window and you can see the bare willow branches swaying with the wind, and the breeze stirs up waves of the lake.

There was a jug of wine in front of Jiang Lai, and she was not interested in listening to the literati on the tables in the center, and just joined in the fun when they came up with questions.

The literati here are all well-known in the capital and even the world. There are poets and painters, and there are piano players at the bow and stern of the boat. They are also some literati and poets who play a song out of their interest.

Jiang Lai was the only one of the opposite sex, and the man sitting opposite her was the owner of the Mingyue Building, the owner of the teahouse, the son of His Majesty, the Eighth Prince.

The sixth prince and the male protagonist of this article are brothers born to the same mother. The sixth prince is famous for his strategies, while the eighth prince is a world-renowned talent. He founded the Mingyue Tower. It is regarded as a classic and copied in books for sale.

The Eighth Prince is a gentle, white-faced scholar, with a folding fan in his hand with a landscape painting drawn by himself.

"The girl looks familiar, dare to ask Fang's name?"

"Jiang Lai."

"Jiang Lai? There is a regular customer in my Mingyue Tower who is also surnamed Jiang. She is also a woman but her talent is no less than that of every man here. It seems that the surname Jiang is a talent."

You don't need to think about who the frequent customers of the Sixth Prince's mouth are.

Jiang Yu chant.

She is a well-known talented woman in the capital, and her first name came from Mingyue Tower.

Jiang Yu seldom gets together with noble ladies in Beijing to enjoy flowers and chat, whenever she is free, she will often come to Mingyue Tower to chant poems with a group of men.

Because of his high reputation, the articles or poems he wrote were circulated and praised by everyone.

Jiang Lai is not here for Jiang Yu, she is mainly short of money, and in this era the most profitable people are literati, as long as they are famous, any poem, article, or painting can be sold in the auction sky-high price.

And to really gain fame, it has to be this Mingyue Tower.

When Jiang Lai first came here, he saw many bookstore owners surrounded Huafang, waiting to get the first-hand articles inside. Generally, those on the third floor would not leak out casually, but those on the first and second floors were also somewhat famous. Literati, as long as you give some money, you can get a transcript.

As for the original version, they are all high-priced goods that need to be auctioned.

You can make a lot of money every day by opening your mouth and using your pen. Jiang Lai is here for money, so he has to make a name for himself in a short period of time.

"I don't know what is the relationship between Miss Jiang and Jiang Yu in the capital?"

"She's my sister."

The eighth prince was a little surprised at first, but then he restrained his shock and smiled.

"Ms. Jiang lives in a secluded place, but I have never seen her before. How come I have never heard of Jiang Yu's younger sister, whose face is as bright as a peach blossom and as bright as a star."

Jiang Lai smiled.

"It's not too late to know now. I heard that there is a rule of one poem a day here. I think everyone is waiting."

The Eighth Prince nodded and walked to the middle position, the servant behind him pushed up a board blocked by a white cloth.

"Early spring brings warmth, today we don't talk about the people of the country, but about Fengyue."

As he spoke, he lifted the white cloth behind him, and the title of today's poem was written on the board.

"Wind Moon".

The time for writing a poem is one stick of incense, that is, one hour.

The Eighth Prince looked at everyone with a smile, and while everyone was still thinking, Jiang Lai by the window had already started to write in a smooth manner.

In the ear, Little Pudding read a sentence, and Jiang Lai copied it.

After a stick of incense, the gong was struck and everyone stopped writing.

There was a book boy who specially collected the works in front of everyone. When he received Jiang Lai, the book boy obviously paused and his face was full of admiration and surprise.

All works will be received in front of the Eighth Prince, and will be posted on the whiteboard one by one for everyone to taste and study.

He looked at the first few sheets and nodded in praise, and when he saw the next one, the paper was densely packed with words. The Eighth Prince couldn't help but read it carefully. Just after reading a few sentences, his eyes were filled with amazement and admiration.

He hurriedly sat down and read it carefully, and after reading it from beginning to end, he couldn't wait to look at the last small print.

Mingyue Tower, Jiang Lai.

Jiang come!

Eloquently and directly expressing one's heart, such a piece of poetry, which is about Fengyue and family and country, is actually written by a woman!
"Good! Good! Good! Since the founding of Mingyue Tower, this poem is the best in my heart! Jiang Lai, you are really a strange woman!"

Everyone sitting here is curious, what kind of article can make the sharp and picky boss of Mingyue Building praise again and again, and it is still praise!

Everyone scrambled over to read it, but the Eighth Prince held it in his hand, reading it over and over again with admiration.

"Everyone, don't worry, enjoy the good article, I will read it for you personally!"

"As he spoke, the Eighth Prince took the words in his hand and began to recite them aloud.

It's a pity that Qiong Yao is broken by the wind.

A few clouds of smoke and gooseberry stick, there is boundless wind and moon in the bag.

The Ju flowers are blooming, and the Ju flowers are remnant.

A pole of wind and moon, a cloud of smoke and rain, my family lives in the east of Jingtai.

Yu Yilin beside Su Laodi, Liuqiao Fengyue is a bosom friend.

This hate has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Don't be a prodigal son in Guanshan, Fengyue guards the empty boudoir.

The wind and the moon are from the clear night, and the mountains and rivers are not the hometown.

......"

After reading it, everyone praised it again and again and kept asking.

"Which genius did this come from?"

"This is not a talented man, but a talented woman!"

Speaking of which, everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Lai, the only woman on the third floor, and Jiang Lai smiled calmly despite so many eyes.

"It's just arty."

"Don't be so modest! Jiang Cai's article is the best in ten years!"

"It only takes half an hour to write hundreds of words, and it's so good, I feel ashamed."

"I wonder if this article can be transcribed and brought back to enjoy the taste?"

Jiang Lai nodded.

Everyone scrambled to copy it, but the eighth prince came directly to Jiang Lai and asked respectfully.

"It's really a strange girl in my boudoir. It's a pity that I didn't know you before. I would like to ask, can I buy this essay?"

Hearing the word "buy", the smile on Jiang Lai's face increased a little.

"If the boss likes it, how about giving it to you?"

"Although I am the boss, I can't break the rules. Since the talented Jiang is willing to part with her, then I am really lucky today."

In the end, the poem belonged to the Eighth Prince. In return, the Eighth Prince gave Jiang Lai a small box of gold bars, and immediately ordered that Jiang Lai's "Fengyue Ci" be compiled into "Siku Wenxuan" immediately.

This shows that Jiang Lai's poem can not only be recited immediately, but can also continue to be passed down for the children of the emperor's relatives in the capital to recite and learn from childhood.

This is a very high honor for a literati.

Back at the General's Mansion, Jiang Lai looked at the box of gold in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)