I have attribute points in Three Kingdoms
Chapter 29
Chapter 29
"Miss Zhuyou likes..." the old bustard kept a secret.
"It must be this young master." A flamboyant person on the first floor was still shaking his folding fan, regardless of the fact that it was winter.
"You're thinking about farting." The person sitting next to him sneered at him disdainfully, "Are you a bum?"
The slut said unhappily, "Why, can it be you?"
"It can't be you!"
"That can't be you either!"
"you..."
At this time, a third party stepped in and said, "You two want to eat peaches, it must be my young master!"
"Hu Ling, shut up!" The two said in unison.
Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the bustard felt that everyone's appetite had been satisfied, and it would be too much if it went on like this, so she said contentedly, "The person that Miss Zhuyou favors is sitting in the second floor Accord..."
People who had voted poems in the lobby on the first floor sighed, and people in the Accord on the second floor raised their heads one after another, excited, hoping that the person was themselves.
The old bustard then said, "The young master in Yunshui Pavilion!"
Just now the young servant had already told the old bustard about the people sitting in each Accord, so the old bust knew very well that the people sitting in the Yunshui Pavilion were all young people.
Those who had voted in the poems in the Accord on the second floor regretted that an oiran like Miss Zhuyou was rare in the Fenglai Pavilion in recent years, and sometimes I hadn't seen such an interesting one for several years.
The bustard gave the servant a look.
The servant skillfully stepped forward to take the paper from the old bustard, opened it and said loudly, "What Young Master Yunshuige wrote is also a poem about bamboo.
The title is "Snow weighs on the branches""
When the person sitting downstairs heard the name, he was puzzled and said, "The snow has already lowered the branches, what else is there to write? The integrity of the bamboo has been completely destroyed in the title."
The person who came with him told him to stop, "This Zhuyou girl is also a person who understands poetry, how could she choose a song that she doesn't like to fool everyone, and listen carefully."
The boy coughed twice, opened his mouth and said the first line of the poem loudly.
"The snow weighs on the branches."
The first sentence was the same as the title, and there was nothing special about it. Everyone pricked up their ears and continued to listen.
"Although it's not as low as the mud."
Everyone nodded. This sentence can be regarded as bringing back the broken meaning in the question. The specifics depend on the level of the last two sentences.
"Once a red sun rises."
People who are talented in poetry can already imagine what the last sentence will describe, and they all explained to their companions that in Xiujing Pavilion not far from Yunshui Pavilion, there is a strong man with a height of seven feet, narrow eyes and long beard. Done.
At this time, many people are holding "I want to see how to point back to the last line of his poem, so as to attract the attention of Miss Zhuyou. The first three lines are not as good as my poems." 'The idea is to listen carefully to what the servant says.
In the eyes of everyone, the boy slowly said the last sentence, "Still with the sky."
!
Many people were stunned by this last sentence and muttered in their mouths one after another.
"Still aligned with the sky!"
The long-bearded man in Xiujing Pavilion read this poem and understood why his favorite work was not selected by Zhu You. The artistic conception of the last sentence is really fascinating.
The bearded man laughed twice and got up.
The people in the pavilion asked puzzledly, "Meng De, what are you doing?"
Cao Mengde said without turning his head, "I'm going to have a look. Who is the one who made the 'Still Aligned with the Sky'?"
With such ambition, he must get to know him, Cao Cao strode towards Yunshui Pavilion.
At this time, everyone in the Yunshui Pavilion looked dull, except for a young man with a handsome temperament and a young man with a wry smile.
"Brother Chen, the inspiration you got by chance is too..." Yang Song didn't know what to say now.
If there is something in this era, Yang Song will definitely go up and ask a question, "The mahjong player I met recently is not a fool like me at all, what should I do if he is a hidden boss?" '
But it's a pity that there is no such thing in this era, so Yang Song had to widen his eyes to express his surprise.
"That's right, your poem about bamboo is too artistic, no wonder Miss Zhuyou falls in love with you." Zhou Bing said sourly.
Chen Lei looked at Zhou Bing's slightly hostile eyes and smiled, "Isn't this your masterpiece, Brother Zhou?"
Hua Kui is famous for recognizing poems but not people. With this poem by her side, she is not afraid of losing her fame in the future. What's more, the people sitting in the Accord are either rich or expensive. As long as the price is high enough, Fenglai Pavilion will let go It is not impossible to let her out of the court. Going outside to be a concubine of a famous and wealthy family is basically the best way out for an oiran.
Although Zhou Bing was not worthy of close friendship, Chen Lei only used this incident to express his opinion.
You see, I got the favor of the oiran that everyone wanted, but I still gave the oiran to my friend who I just met for a few days and fell in love with this oiran at first sight.
Is someone like me, Chen Lei, worthy of deep friendship?Definitely worth dating!
When word spreads about it, it will definitely become a good deal. Even if it doesn't spread, Yang Song and Lu Lexui are enough for him to make this investment.
Chen Lei smiled at the stupefied Zhou Bing and said, "Brother Zhou, what are you still doing in a daze, do you want me to offer you the silver that Miss Zhuyou got out of the cabinet?"
Only then did Zhou Bing come back to his senses, and said happily, "Then thank you, Brother Chen."
Yang Song looked at this scene and laughed uncontrollably, "Brother Chen is really... awe-inspiring."
At this time, the door of the Accord was opened without authorization.
Lu Leshui frowned.
A long-bearded man clasped his hands and reported himself as "Xia Yilang Cao Cao Cao Mengde, my mind is absorbed in the last line of the poem, and I am here to pay a visit to the poet."
!!!
Chen Lei didn't expect that his poem would attract Cao Cao and Cao Mengde.
Is this an unexpected gain?
"I don't know who is the poet."
There was a moment of embarrassment in the venue, Chen Lei asked Zhou Bing to replace the poem just now, and now a celebrity in Luoyang came to ask him.
"What do you think, Meng De?" Yang Song asked with a smile.
Both of them were from one of the most wealthy families in Luoyang, and their parents usually had a lot of entertainment, so Yang Song and Cao Cao knew each other.
Cao Cao glanced at the people in Shuiyun Pavilion, and found that there were two people who were familiar with each other, and only three people who did not know each other.
One of them sat behind the other, obviously led by that one.
The other, alone, couldn't help but be delighted.
According to ordinary people's thinking, they would think that this happy-faced person is the person who created the Chanting Bamboo.
But Cao Cao didn't think so.
It is impossible to be so restless. Yang Song and Lu Leshui are both proficient in poetry and prose, so it is impossible to compose that level of poetry and prose.
Eliminate all wrong answers so there is only one answer!
Chanting Bamboo was written by that handsome young man.
Cao Cao stepped forward, saw Chen Lei's expression and asked, "Is it strange to see me? Look so complicated?"
Of course, it is impossible for Chen Lei to say, I thought you would become a big boss in your previous life, such strange words.
So he shook his head, "I just didn't expect that not long after I first came to Luoyang, I would meet Cao Mengde, who is upright, not afraid of the rich and powerful, and who can kill all kinds of people."
Cao Cao smiled, "It's just a false name."
Chen Lei said seriously, "This is not just a false name."
"Hahaha."
(End of this chapter)
"Miss Zhuyou likes..." the old bustard kept a secret.
"It must be this young master." A flamboyant person on the first floor was still shaking his folding fan, regardless of the fact that it was winter.
"You're thinking about farting." The person sitting next to him sneered at him disdainfully, "Are you a bum?"
The slut said unhappily, "Why, can it be you?"
"It can't be you!"
"That can't be you either!"
"you..."
At this time, a third party stepped in and said, "You two want to eat peaches, it must be my young master!"
"Hu Ling, shut up!" The two said in unison.
Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the bustard felt that everyone's appetite had been satisfied, and it would be too much if it went on like this, so she said contentedly, "The person that Miss Zhuyou favors is sitting in the second floor Accord..."
People who had voted poems in the lobby on the first floor sighed, and people in the Accord on the second floor raised their heads one after another, excited, hoping that the person was themselves.
The old bustard then said, "The young master in Yunshui Pavilion!"
Just now the young servant had already told the old bustard about the people sitting in each Accord, so the old bust knew very well that the people sitting in the Yunshui Pavilion were all young people.
Those who had voted in the poems in the Accord on the second floor regretted that an oiran like Miss Zhuyou was rare in the Fenglai Pavilion in recent years, and sometimes I hadn't seen such an interesting one for several years.
The bustard gave the servant a look.
The servant skillfully stepped forward to take the paper from the old bustard, opened it and said loudly, "What Young Master Yunshuige wrote is also a poem about bamboo.
The title is "Snow weighs on the branches""
When the person sitting downstairs heard the name, he was puzzled and said, "The snow has already lowered the branches, what else is there to write? The integrity of the bamboo has been completely destroyed in the title."
The person who came with him told him to stop, "This Zhuyou girl is also a person who understands poetry, how could she choose a song that she doesn't like to fool everyone, and listen carefully."
The boy coughed twice, opened his mouth and said the first line of the poem loudly.
"The snow weighs on the branches."
The first sentence was the same as the title, and there was nothing special about it. Everyone pricked up their ears and continued to listen.
"Although it's not as low as the mud."
Everyone nodded. This sentence can be regarded as bringing back the broken meaning in the question. The specifics depend on the level of the last two sentences.
"Once a red sun rises."
People who are talented in poetry can already imagine what the last sentence will describe, and they all explained to their companions that in Xiujing Pavilion not far from Yunshui Pavilion, there is a strong man with a height of seven feet, narrow eyes and long beard. Done.
At this time, many people are holding "I want to see how to point back to the last line of his poem, so as to attract the attention of Miss Zhuyou. The first three lines are not as good as my poems." 'The idea is to listen carefully to what the servant says.
In the eyes of everyone, the boy slowly said the last sentence, "Still with the sky."
!
Many people were stunned by this last sentence and muttered in their mouths one after another.
"Still aligned with the sky!"
The long-bearded man in Xiujing Pavilion read this poem and understood why his favorite work was not selected by Zhu You. The artistic conception of the last sentence is really fascinating.
The bearded man laughed twice and got up.
The people in the pavilion asked puzzledly, "Meng De, what are you doing?"
Cao Mengde said without turning his head, "I'm going to have a look. Who is the one who made the 'Still Aligned with the Sky'?"
With such ambition, he must get to know him, Cao Cao strode towards Yunshui Pavilion.
At this time, everyone in the Yunshui Pavilion looked dull, except for a young man with a handsome temperament and a young man with a wry smile.
"Brother Chen, the inspiration you got by chance is too..." Yang Song didn't know what to say now.
If there is something in this era, Yang Song will definitely go up and ask a question, "The mahjong player I met recently is not a fool like me at all, what should I do if he is a hidden boss?" '
But it's a pity that there is no such thing in this era, so Yang Song had to widen his eyes to express his surprise.
"That's right, your poem about bamboo is too artistic, no wonder Miss Zhuyou falls in love with you." Zhou Bing said sourly.
Chen Lei looked at Zhou Bing's slightly hostile eyes and smiled, "Isn't this your masterpiece, Brother Zhou?"
Hua Kui is famous for recognizing poems but not people. With this poem by her side, she is not afraid of losing her fame in the future. What's more, the people sitting in the Accord are either rich or expensive. As long as the price is high enough, Fenglai Pavilion will let go It is not impossible to let her out of the court. Going outside to be a concubine of a famous and wealthy family is basically the best way out for an oiran.
Although Zhou Bing was not worthy of close friendship, Chen Lei only used this incident to express his opinion.
You see, I got the favor of the oiran that everyone wanted, but I still gave the oiran to my friend who I just met for a few days and fell in love with this oiran at first sight.
Is someone like me, Chen Lei, worthy of deep friendship?Definitely worth dating!
When word spreads about it, it will definitely become a good deal. Even if it doesn't spread, Yang Song and Lu Lexui are enough for him to make this investment.
Chen Lei smiled at the stupefied Zhou Bing and said, "Brother Zhou, what are you still doing in a daze, do you want me to offer you the silver that Miss Zhuyou got out of the cabinet?"
Only then did Zhou Bing come back to his senses, and said happily, "Then thank you, Brother Chen."
Yang Song looked at this scene and laughed uncontrollably, "Brother Chen is really... awe-inspiring."
At this time, the door of the Accord was opened without authorization.
Lu Leshui frowned.
A long-bearded man clasped his hands and reported himself as "Xia Yilang Cao Cao Cao Mengde, my mind is absorbed in the last line of the poem, and I am here to pay a visit to the poet."
!!!
Chen Lei didn't expect that his poem would attract Cao Cao and Cao Mengde.
Is this an unexpected gain?
"I don't know who is the poet."
There was a moment of embarrassment in the venue, Chen Lei asked Zhou Bing to replace the poem just now, and now a celebrity in Luoyang came to ask him.
"What do you think, Meng De?" Yang Song asked with a smile.
Both of them were from one of the most wealthy families in Luoyang, and their parents usually had a lot of entertainment, so Yang Song and Cao Cao knew each other.
Cao Cao glanced at the people in Shuiyun Pavilion, and found that there were two people who were familiar with each other, and only three people who did not know each other.
One of them sat behind the other, obviously led by that one.
The other, alone, couldn't help but be delighted.
According to ordinary people's thinking, they would think that this happy-faced person is the person who created the Chanting Bamboo.
But Cao Cao didn't think so.
It is impossible to be so restless. Yang Song and Lu Leshui are both proficient in poetry and prose, so it is impossible to compose that level of poetry and prose.
Eliminate all wrong answers so there is only one answer!
Chanting Bamboo was written by that handsome young man.
Cao Cao stepped forward, saw Chen Lei's expression and asked, "Is it strange to see me? Look so complicated?"
Of course, it is impossible for Chen Lei to say, I thought you would become a big boss in your previous life, such strange words.
So he shook his head, "I just didn't expect that not long after I first came to Luoyang, I would meet Cao Mengde, who is upright, not afraid of the rich and powerful, and who can kill all kinds of people."
Cao Cao smiled, "It's just a false name."
Chen Lei said seriously, "This is not just a false name."
"Hahaha."
(End of this chapter)
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