The Return of the Demon

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes frowned secretly, taste it? Have you tasted poetry? It’s not about eating.

This young man didn't sound like a scholar at all, but more like a hawker walking down the street.

"Master, this guy is a liar at first sight. Let's ignore him and go home quickly."

The white-faced and beardless sissy stared at Ning Chen.

Because Ning Chen looks too much like a liar.

Ning Chen's eyes widened, "Who are you calling a liar? Let me tell you, it won't be long before? I will be famous in the literary world. By then, my poems will be hard to find... If you don't buy it now, I'm sure your intestines will be broken." I regret it!"

The sissy said disdainfully: "You still want to be famous in the literary world?"

Ning Chen's face was full of contempt, "You bitches, do you understand poetry?"

"presumptuous!"

Sissy pointed at Ning Chen, her fingers trembling with anger.

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes waved his hands, looked at Ning Chen, and said with a smile:

"You think you are so powerful? Do you dare to let me test you?"

Ning Chen spread his hands, "Come on, real gold is not afraid of fire!"

The middle-aged man looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the lake nearby, where several white swans were playing in the lake.

He smiled and said, "How about we write a poem with the swan as the theme?"

Ning Chen smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? Just open your mouth and listen... goose goose goose..."

Before Ning Chen could say anything else, he was interrupted by a sissy's high-pitched mocking voice.

He looked disdainful, "You call this poetry?"

Ning Chen's face sank. If it wasn't for making money, he would have cursed people a long time ago... This sissy is so annoying.

"Don't be so jabbering. It's not too late to laugh after hearing what I say?"

The middle-aged man also said in a deep voice: "Don't interrupt, just listen to what he has to say."

"Yes!" Sissy bent over, then glared at Ning Chen, "Tell me, I think you can tell the truth?"

Ning Chen ignored him. After all, he was here to do business, and being friendly would make money!

He cleared his throat and said: "Listen carefully... Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white hair floating on the green water, red palms stirring the clear waves."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly.

The sissy mocked: "This is also called poetry, isn't it just vernacular!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said: "What a poem! Although it has no connotation or philosophy, it is catchy and appropriate to the situation. It is very suitable for children's enlightenment."

"How much does your poem cost? I bought it."

Ning Chen felt excited, he opened the business and made money!

He thought for a while, then stretched out a finger and said, "One tael of silver."

In fact, he has no idea what the price of poetry is? But with one tael of silver, you can buy yourself a set of cotton-padded clothes.

It was so cold that he was almost freezing.

The middle-aged man was stunned, "One tael of silver?"

Ning Chen thought he was going to be expensive, "Uncle, one tael of silver is really not expensive. If you buy poems from me in the future, I will give you cheaper ones at worst."

Seeing the middle-aged man frowning, Ning Chen continued to pretend to be pitiful and said:

"Uncle, it's almost winter. Look, I'm still wearing a thin shirt... To be honest, everyone in my family is dead. Only me and a lame old slave are left to depend on each other. We haven't eaten for several days. ”

After Ning Chen finished speaking, his stomach felt very confident and made a gurgling sound at the right time.

The middle-aged man looked at Ning Chen and said, "Let's go, let's talk somewhere else."

Ning Chen was stunned.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Don't worry, there are benefits!"

"What's the benefit?"

"You'll know in a moment... Don't worry, it won't be worth much if you sell it like this."

Although these words are hurtful, they are also true.

Ning Chen nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man took Ning Chen into the Zhuangyuan Building and arrived at an elegant room on the third floor.

"Sit wherever you want, don't be formal!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he said to the sissy: "Go and prepare some food and drinks."

The sissy reluctantly left.

The middle-aged man walked to the table, sat down, and asked, "I still don't know what your name is?"

"My name is...Blue Star."

Ning Chen gave a false name. He might never go back to Blue Star, so he could use this to pay homage to his former home.

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, thinking... Is there a family named Lan in this capital? I'm just afraid that this young man is not telling the truth.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"Me? My name is... Tianxuan."

Ning Chen smiled and said: "What a good name. Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, you have the second one all to yourself."

Ning Chen had long seen that this person was not simple, and he also saw that the sissy was a eunuch.

This person should be a relative of the emperor.

But there are some things that you can’t tell when you see through them.

The more you know, the sooner you will die!

He is just here to do business, and that's all he needs to do is make money. The rest is not important.

"Lanxing, you just said that you are proficient in poetry, lyrics, and poetry. What other poems have you written?"

"Uncle, did you buy the poem just now? If you bought it, I will give you a cheaper price for the following poems."

Tianxuan nodded, "Buy it, but the poem costs more than one tael."

"Uncle, one tael of silver is already very cheap, I haven't even made any money..."

Tian Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I said it is more than enough, not that it is not worth it...I am willing to pay ten taels of silver for the poem just now."

Ning Chen was stunned, "Twelve liang? Uncle, are you serious?"

Tianxuan smiled and said: "I...ahem...really!"

Ning Chen's face was full of excitement.

"Uncle, you are simply my reborn parents... Don't worry, if you want to buy poems later, I will make it cheaper for you."

Tianxuan asked with a smile: "What poems do you have to sell?"

Ning Chen said exaggeratedly: "That's too many... Uncle, whatever poem you want, I will write for you."

Just then, a noise came from next door.

Tianxuan frowned and said: "Zhuangyuan Building, such a quiet and elegant place, how can you make a fuss?"

Just then, the white-faced and beardless sissy came back!

Tianxuan asked casually: "What's going on next door?"

The sissy leaned over hurriedly and said respectfully: "Master, General Chen is drunk."

Tianxuan sighed slightly and said: "General Chen has been a soldier all his life and fought for the country. Now his body is crippled and he can't go to the battlefield. I'm afraid he is depressed and drinks to relieve his sorrow."

Ning Chen knew that General Chen had been a soldier all his life, but unfortunately he had one leg cut off on the battlefield three years ago. Now he has retired to the second line... It is said that he drinks to relieve his sorrow every day.

"Lan Xing, write a poem based on General Chen's current depression?"

Ning Chen was scratching his head, it was a bit embarrassing for him.

The sissy looked disdainful: "Just now you were so arrogant, saying that you are proficient in poetry, lyrics and songs, but now you are stumped? Are you embarrassed?"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes at him and looked at Tian Xuan, "Uncle, I can't think of a poem for a while, can lyrics be used?"

Tian Xuan smiled and said, "Poetry and lyrics are inseparable, lyrics are also OK!"

"Okay, then I will write a lyric based on General Chen's current situation."

Ning Chen took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said:

"Drunk, looking at the sword by the lamp, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp.

Eight hundred miles to share roast meat with the subordinates, fifty strings to turn the sound of the frontier, autumn battlefield soldiers.

The horse is as fast as Lu, the bow is as thunderous as the string.

I have completed the king's affairs in the world, won the reputation before and after death, but it's a pity that I have white hair!"

When Ning Chen's voice fell, he looked at Tian Xuan again, with a shocked face.

Even the sissy who had been mocking Ning Chen was stunned, his eyes bulging like a toad.