I'm playing tricks in Daqin

"Sir, please sit down."

Lin Ruoying stretched out her hand and gestured for a seat.

Li Wei turned his head and looked around, and found that there were no chairs in the room, and there were a few brocade cushions beside the short table, so he lifted his hem and sat on the brocade cushion.

A maid served drinks, scented tea, fruit snacks, and then withdrew to entertain Qing'er and others who stayed outside, which was equivalent to leaving time and space for the master and guests to be alone.

Lin Ruoying sat upright in front of the short table, smiled slightly at Li Wei, caressed the strings of the piano with bare hands, lightly picked and twisted slowly with her jade fingers, the sound of the piano was clanging, intermittent and continuous, the low part was like a gentle breeze, vaguely absent, melodious. It's like a dragon rising into the sky, high-pitched and impassioned, without end.

Li Wei closed his eyes slightly, with a look of enjoyment. Although he couldn't hear what piece Lin Ruoying was playing, it sounded good. He thought that Lin Ruoying's piano skills were no worse than that of An Suyun, the first performer. half a penny.

All the literati and clients in Tianxiang Building also closed their eyes slightly, shaking their heads and enjoying the rare sound of heavenly sounds. However, they all had the same resentment in their hearts. Which bastard did it? Lin Xingshou's guest of honor?

Most people have such a thought, if I can't get it, I naturally hope that others can't get it, everyone is watching eagerly, swallowing together, this is in balance, if the peach is really going to be gnawed by someone, it will immediately become a public enemy, everyone Calling and beating rats crossing the street.

Li Wei didn't know that he had become the public enemy of the brothel, and he was thinking about some words like the sound of heaven and earth, and planned to flatter Lin Ruoying.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, followed by the sound of cursing and fighting, and the scream of someone falling downstairs.

Li Wei had a surprised expression on his face. On this three-acre land in Jiayue Province, is there anyone more arrogant than him?

He stood up and raised the curtain, stood in the aisle of the corridor, condescendingly looking down at the people with different expressions in the attic.

Li Er and Li San hold iron swords in their hands, like two door gods standing at the bottom of the stairs, blocking those who want to rush up. If you want to go upstairs, you have to step over her dead body.

As soon as Li Wei appeared, the chaotic attic immediately became silent. Although his reputation in Jiayue Province was so great that girls and daughter-in-laws dared not go out on the streets, he didn't really know many people. Only a few recognized him. Everyone was terrified, shrank back, and then squeezed out of the crowd without a sound, and ran out of Tianxiang Tower as if fleeing for their lives.

Those who didn't know each other stood under the attic, cheering for the man who dared to break into the attic, fighting against the enemy, looking up to Li Wei, with all kinds of contempt in their eyes.

Among them, a gorgeously dressed handsome man stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a dozen big men, he was quite a standout, but his gaze was a bit sinister, if gaze could kill, Li Weizao was chopped into meat.

The handsome man glared at Li Wei with a cold gaze, and when he turned to Lin Ruoying, a smile appeared on his face. He cupped his fists and bowed to Lin Ruoying, "Miss Lin."

"Mr. Shen, why are you working so hard?"

Lin Ruoying politely returned the salute, but her tone was full of dissatisfaction and questioning, and there was even a touch of sullenness on her smooth and pretty face. She managed to muster up the courage, carefully arranged this moment, and invited Young Master Li, who was too busy to touch the ground, to come over. Unexpectedly, Lord Shen messed up the situation and pissed her off.

"I was attracted by Ms. Lin's heavenly voice, and I became complacent for a while. Don't blame Ms. Lin. I will apologize to Ms. Lin."

Mr. Shen Lang clasped his fists and bowed his hands again, looking very free and easy, the smile on his face made people feel like a spring breeze, gentle and elegant, which made the hearts of those Huaichun young ladies germinate.

It's a pity that Lin Ruoying is not a young lady in Huaichun who has just started her love affair. Her mental experience is much higher than that of young ladies of the same age who have never seen the world. Feeling a little sick, I won’t be visiting today.”

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, "What about him?"

He, of course, was referring to Li Wei who was standing beside Lin Xingshou, all eyes fell on him, full of envy and hatred.

Chapter 26 Do you want to fight poems?

In fact, all the brothel regulars and veterans of Huajian were present, how could they not see that Lin Ruoying was interested in Li Wei?

It's just due to the bad roots of human beings. I can't eat peaches, and I can't let you eat them so comfortably. Even if you are evil, you will be disgusted to death.

"This brother's name?"

The young man with the appearance of a scholar cupped his fists and bowed to Li Wei, his tone and demeanor seemed very polite, "I am solemnly in Chang'an."

Among the regular customers of these brothels, there are many literati, and some of them are talents from other provinces who come here admiringly. Which of these people is not a proud generation?

Zheng Zhongguang is a friend of Mr. Shen. He came here on business. He heard about Lin Ruoying's fame and wanted to see her beauty. Unexpectedly, Lin Ruoying declined the meeting because she was not feeling well, which made him a little disappointed.

If Lin Ruoying was really unwell, he was quite disappointed, but Lin Ruoying used this as an excuse to meet her lover secretly, which made him feel very uncomfortable. The face of the head to vent the bad breath in the chest.

As soon as he signed up, it immediately caused quite a commotion.

The Zheng family in Chang'an, a century-old family, once had a minister and two servants. The current Zheng family, Zheng Jingguan, is the right servant, and Zheng Zhongguang is his second son.

Zheng Chongguang was smart and eager to learn since he was a child. He was able to compose poems and lyrics at the age of five. He was known as a child prodigy.

Not only is he outstanding in talent and learning, but he is also a model for the younger generation to learn from. Many young talented scholars who have heard of his reputation salute him one after another, with extremely respectful expressions, and some even have expressions of admiration on their faces.

Lin Ruoying, who was standing pretty beside her, couldn't help being moved, and glanced at Li Wei uneasily. In terms of fame, the two were incomparable, and Li Wei only had a notorious reputation. Recently, she suddenly became a monster. I don't know if she can win Zheng Zhengguang?

She knows the temperament of these scholars too well. She speaks politely on the surface, but in fact she hides her wit and is full of gunpowder. Accept the challenge. If you lose, you will lose face. If you don’t accept the challenge, you will be regarded as A coward will be looked down upon all his life.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zheng Lang. I have admired him for a long time. I'm Wei Yu. I don't know what advice Mr. Zheng has?"

Li Wei cupped his hands towards Zheng Zhongguang, with a faint smile on his face, appearing calm and calm, neither overbearing nor humble.

His performance made Zheng Zhongguang lightly nodded, with a little more prudence and anticipation in his heart. Hearing his name, he is still so calm and calm, he must have some real talents, otherwise, how can he be the leader of the first floor? The guest of honor?

Lin Ruoying at the side glanced at Li Wei, her heart was full of excitement and anticipation, and there was also a trace of inexplicable nervousness.

She was looking forward to this duel, so that she could see Zheng Zhongguang's outstanding talents, but for some reason, she felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness in her heart, and she didn't know why it was nervous?Or, why nervous?Didn't Zhao Wen'an, who was known as the number one talent in Jiayue City back then, lose in despair?

Now I don't have the face to see anyone!Mr. Shen Lang is in a very upset mood at the moment, Lin Ruoying doesn't give face, it's all right, the master he brought can't beat the two servants of the family, it's embarrassing, but fortunately Zheng Langjun stepped forward at the right time, with his Literary talent, it seems that those who want to win him in the younger generation have not yet been born.

Li Wei didn't know the details of Zheng Langjun, but from the expressions and movements of those scholars, he could tell that Zheng Langjun not only had a lot of background, but also had a great reputation. Using such a person as a stepping stone was a shortcut to change his previous image. And it is a rocket-like soaring, and the elevator is incomparable.

Literati confrontation, of course, is to fight for literary and poetic poetry. I don’t have much ink in my belly, but I have a stomach full of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Li Bai and Du Fu’s magic horses are all pen names that I used to use. Picking any capital can smash you to the ground. Throw in the towel, hehe.

He glanced at the people in the attic, and his eyes fell on a few willow trees by the small pond in the courtyard, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Zheng, how about using Liu as the subject?"

Zheng Zhong raised his eyebrows with a light sword, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Since ancient times, the graceful willows have been the pets of poets and poets, entrusting so much love and affection, and becoming an eternal image in poetry.

There are tens of thousands of poems chanting Liu, and there are many famous ones, and he is a master among them. Although he dare not claim to be the number one, so far no literary master can surpass him in poems chanting Liu. Li Wei actually took Liu as the subject, isn't he just asking for fun?He was also considered an upright person, and he felt that victory would be invincible, so he said: "Why don't we use the moon as the topic again, write a poem, and make a different discussion if the autumn is evenly divided?"

In terms of Fu, his foundation is a bit weak, which can also be said to be his weakness. He proposed the second song "Ying Yue", which is tantamount to giving Li Wei a chance for a fair confrontation, and it also shows his openness.

"it is good."

Li Wei smiled slightly, and unfolded the gold-painted folding fan in his hand, "Wei is not talented, so let's chant a song first, so I can make you laugh."

Lin Ruoying, who was standing pretty beside her, felt her heart skip a beat, and her pretty face turned red inexplicably. For some reason, she felt that Li Wei's demeanor and movements were quite free and easy at the moment, moreover, the faint smile on his face was full of kindness. The indescribably strange smell made her blush and heartbeat anyway.

"Wei Langjun is being polite, please."

Zheng Zhongguang stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. He was very polite and graceful. He really didn't want to take advantage of Li Wei, let him chant first, and also wanted to see his literary talent.

Li Wei smiled slightly, and with a sound of swishing, he closed the gold-painted folding fan, put his hands behind his back, and walked lightly, with a pensive expression on his face.

Except for Li Er and Li San who were guarding on the stairs still holding the iron sword, everyone, including Lin Ruoying Qing'er, held their breath and stared at Li Wei who was pacing and meditating. Wouldn't it be boring to have a gloating expression and compete with Zheng Langjun, who is famous in the empire?They all had the same thought. After this guy was slapped in the face by Zheng Langjun, he wondered if he could still enter Lin Xingshou's attic?

Li Wei walked back and forth for seven or eight steps, then stood still, coughed lightly, and after attracting all eyes, he shook his head and chanted calmly.

Jasper makes up a tree high.

Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cuts the thin leaves?

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

This song "Ode to the Willows" was written by He Zhizhang, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and known as the fanatic of the Four Ming Dynasty. After that, no one can surpass it.

All the talented scholars are bowing their heads and meditating, immersed in the artistic conception, savoring the splendor carefully, while those ignorant clients or wealthy merchants turn their heads and look up, looking up from time to time to Li Wei who is standing in the attic corridor with his hands behind his back. , and turned to look at Zheng Langjun who had a strange expression.

At this time, Zheng Zhongguang, apart from his extremely strange expression, stood motionless as if petrified, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his face, and did not wipe off the bluestone board.

Chapter 27 I am not a poet

The attic was crowded with onlookers, most of them squeezed in silently, no one noticed their existence.

Without exception, these people are young and strong, with bulging waists, and they obviously hide the killers. They all stare at Mr. Shen and his dozen or so men, like a group of lurking cheetahs, ready to attack their prey. fatal blow.

The old bustard of Tianxiang Tower and the girls squeezed together anxiously, and there was a big fuss today. It's not that the old bustard didn't want to show up, but he was severely warned, so he could only honestly stay aside and watch the situation nervously. develop.

There was silence all around, so quiet that even the embroidery needles could be clearly heard falling on the ground. At this time, all the people watching the excitement had different expressions, and there was a little strangeness in the eyes of those scholars and talents. There is even more respect and admiration in the eyes.

Zheng Zhongguang, that is one of the famous Chang'an Five Gentlemen, an idol worshiped by the younger generation of literati, but he lost so miserably that he had no room to fight back. Isn't the one upstairs a god-like existence?

Lin Ruoying's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and there was a blush on her smooth jade cheeks. She felt shy, excited, and relaxed. At this moment, she understood why she was nervous, and also understood what her heart was. Unknowingly, you have been attracted to someone, and you can't extricate yourself.

Li Weiyi stood in the attic corridor, still with a calm and calm demeanor, everyone's reaction was within his expectation, he liked the feeling of being looked up to and admired.

Under the attic, the petrified Zheng Zhengguang stood there for a long time before letting out a long breath, clasped his fists and bowed to Li Wei, and said in a harsh voice, "I... lost."

Even though he was proud of his talent and self-admired, he had no choice but to bow his head in front of this "Song of the Willow".

"It's just a fluke, Mr. Zheng Lang is too famous, and there is still a poem about the moon, please Mr. Zheng."

Li Wei stretched out his hand with a smile, and said, "You come first this time."

Gesture.

Lin Ruoying, who was standing pretty beside her, had beautiful eyes that were shining brightly, her heart was racing, and she couldn't help herself. The young master is not arrogant, with a graceful bearing, the demeanor of a generation of famous masters.

"Brother Wei should come first..."

Said solemnly, Li Wei's extraordinary talent and learning made him respectful, and he had changed his name unconsciously.

He really wants to win the round, save his reputation and face, and he wants to be the first, but his mind has been taken away by the song "Ode to the Willow", which can be called the masterpiece of the ages. His heart is ups and downs, and it is difficult to calm down. Jun, don't act so monstrously that he doesn't even have a chance to fight back.

At this time, he felt that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, and the other party is only seventeen or eighteen years old, so he has such a talent, which makes him feel ashamed.

"Then you're welcome."

Li Weike bowed his hands politely, and began to pretend to be pacing and meditating again, attracting all eyes to him once again.

After ten steps, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and slowly chanted.

When is the moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

He wants to use Zheng Zhengguang to rectify his name and change his image. Naturally, he has to resort to a big killer. Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is an eternal swan song in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Once again, I can bow my head obediently.

This guy is unlucky in the past, he used it as a stepping stone, consider yourself unlucky, hehe.

The audience was silent again, and some people even held their breath, for fear of disturbing the others who were immersed in the scene. Whether this word is good or bad, there is no need to argue, just look at the crazy expressions of the crowd, I am afraid Another amazing masterpiece.

Zheng Zhongguang once again stood still like petrified, the long gown on his body was soaked with sweat, his face was as pale as paper, he stood there for a long time, then sighed heavily, then his face became serious, and he bowed respectfully to Li Wei揖, "The poetry is perfect, the words are perfect, Mr. Wei is also a god, and the students have been taught."

Heaven, earth, king, relative, teacher, teacher refers to the teacher who preaches and teaches. He is honored as Mr. He is a teacher for one day and a father for life. His name of Mr. pushed Li Wei's reputation to the extreme.

Without waiting for Li Wei to react, Zheng Zhengguang flicked his sleeves, turned around and left without looking at the dumbfounded Shen Langjun and others with weird expressions.

"Zheng Langjun..."

Mr. Shen Lang shouted anxiously, his cold eyes swept over Li Wei's face, he snorted coldly, and flung his sleeves away, the dozen strong men he brought followed quickly.

"Oh, God of Poetry, old slave, congratulations to Ya Nei, congratulations to Ya Nei."

The slick bustard was the first to react, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran upstairs, spitting wildly, flattering Li Wei furiously.

"Ya Nei? He..."

Someone downstairs reacted, and couldn't help opening their mouths. In the entire Jiayue provincial capital, there is only one person called Ya Nei, who is notorious, Huahua Taisui Li Wei, who scares beautiful girls and daughters-in-law from going out to the streets. Isn't this Arabian Nights, right? "Show ugliness and show ugliness."

The cheerful Li Wei clasped his fists and bowed, looking very humble, but he was so happy that he wanted to roar a few times to vent his anger. This time, he stepped on Zheng Zhongguang's corpse and became famous. It's hard not to think about it.

"Daughter, you have to treat the young master well for your mother."

The old bustard frantically flattered Li Wei, and reminded Lin Ruoying that the opportunity was right in front of her, and if she didn't seize it, it would be too late to regret it.

Why can't she see that Lin Ruoying is interested in Li Wei?

Seeing that another money tree was about to fly away, she felt heartbroken and had no choice but to offend the young master, not to mention that her Tianxiang Building could not be opened, and her old life would be in danger, so she might as well go along with the flow and sell favors.

"Ah...my daughter knows..."

Lin Ruoying responded shyly, glanced at Li Wei with her beautiful eyes, her smooth and clean cheeks flushed red, if she was a little hesitant before, the young master's monstrous performance tonight made her make up her mind, no matter what, She has to fight for her own happiness once.

She even thought about striking while the iron was hot, but looking at the current situation, it seemed a bit inappropriate. Besides, her first time couldn't be so hasty, she had to make careful arrangements.

The next day, the story of Tianxianglou fighting poems spread throughout the city. It was shocking that the once notorious Huahua Taisui, who scared the beautiful girls and daughters-in-law from going out to the streets, was actually extremely talented and well-educated. Full of belly, the eternal song of the two ques made Zheng Langjun, one of the five gentlemen of Chang'an, bow his head and proclaim himself a minister.

Believe it or not, anyway, Master Li's poetic name has spread like the wind, and "Song of the Willow" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" have made countless literati and poets sigh.