The atmosphere has been set!

Zhuang Zhou had no choice but to go ahead with it.

The purpose of his coming here tonight was to act as a spokesperson for Miss Hongyu.

The original capital of five strings of cash must be recovered.

He raised his hand and bowed like the ancients.

In this way, Zhuang Zhou admitted that he was the author of this poem.

But no one could figure it out.

They had all seen the talented scholars and students in Kyoto.

Or at least heard of it.

After all, this circle relies on real talent and knowledge, and word of mouth.

But I have never seen this person before.

suddenly.

Then someone shouted:

"I remember now. This person is the owner of a shop in West Market. What's his name?"

"By the way, it's called Zhuang's Grocery Store!"

As soon as these words came out.

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Isn’t the shop owner a businessman?

How could a businessman create such a masterpiece?

You're talking nonsense!

Naturally, the literati and poets did not believe it.

Such gorgeous words and profound artistic conception.

It turned out to be made by a businessman.

Isn't that a slap in their face?

So everyone started talking and discussing.

"This is truly a brilliant poem!"

"Yes, it's really well written. I'm sure even the most talented person in Kyoto couldn't write it."

"I think he must have paid for this word."

"Well, that's what I think."

"Such a beautiful sentence, it's obvious that he can't come up with it."

Everyone started talking at once.

The meaning is the same.

That is Zhuang Zhou's poem, which was actually bought with money.

Zhuang Zhou was a little angry.

You guys.

Since you can't write better poetry than me, you're throwing dirty water on me, right?

Okay, okay, this is how you city people play, right?

Okay, I'll play with you guys.

Just when everyone was arguing, Zhuang Zhou stood up.

"Everyone, if you think my lyrics were bought, then I'll give you a few more."

When everyone heard this, they were stunned.

This kid really dares to brag.

So everyone looked at Zhuang Zhou to see what he would do next.

Zhuang Zhou paused, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

All of them have the same expression:

This kid is so arrogant!

Zhuang Zhou recently read "Three Hundred Tang and Song Poems" and is now thinking about which one to copy!

The first song is here.

"Listen carefully!"

“Blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground.

The autumn colors are reflected on the waves, and the waves are covered with cold green smoke.

The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water.

The fragrant grass is heartless, even beyond the setting sun.

The soul is sad in the hometown, and the thoughts of travel are lingering.

Except for every night, good dreams will keep people asleep.

Don't stand alone on the high moonlit tower.

The wine enters my sorrowful heart and turns into tears of longing."

When Zhuang Zhou finished reciting the poem, the whole audience could hear a pin drop.

It seemed that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Before anyone could speak, Zhuang Zhou recalled another poem:

"Thin mist and thick clouds make the day long and gloomy, while fragrant agarwood melts the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival again. The jade pillow and gauze curtain are chilly in the middle of the night.

After dusk, I drink wine in the east fence, and my sleeves are filled with a faint fragrance.

Don't say I'm not heartbroken, the curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I'm thinner than the yellow flowers."

As the words fell, someone finally couldn't help but slam the table and stand up:

"good!"

"Without a single word, one can express one's elegance."

Zhuang Zhou ignored it and recited another poem:

"The fragrance of the red lotus has faded, and the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and go up the orchid boat alone.

Who sends the letter from the clouds? When the geese return, the moon is full in the west building.

Flowers fall and water flows. One kind of longing, two kinds of idle worries.

There is no way to get rid of this feeling. It has just left my brow, but it is now on my mind."

“…”

Immediately afterwards, things got out of control.

One song after another.

Without a pause.

Zhuang Zhou recited more than a dozen poems in succession.

Each of them is a classic through the ages.

At this moment, everyone present was silent.

The whole body seemed to be blown apart, buzzing.

Is this still a human being?

No, is this still a mortal?

I'm afraid it's Wenquxing who has descended to earth!

There were more than a hundred people present, and naturally there were some who were trying to take advantage of the situation.

But of course there are also those who have the real talent.

You can tell the evaluation of poetry just by listening.

Any one of these poems can be called a masterpiece.

Everyone finally fell silent and no longer dared to question Zhuang Zhou.

But at this moment.

Someone shouted:

"Look!"

"Miss Hongyu is out!"

Swish!

Everyone turned around and looked towards the attic.

Sure enough, a woman in red makeup appeared at the attic fence.

His eyes were looking straight in the direction of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou's attention was also attracted and he looked into Miss Hongyu's eyes.

In that quick glance, Zhuang Zhou actually felt like he was being electrocuted.

My whole body feels numb and tingling.

This girl's eyes seem to emit electricity.

Zhuang Zhou withdrew his gaze slightly and only heard what Miss Hongyu said to the maid beside her.

The maid nodded and said loudly:

"My daughter said she would like to invite Mr. Liu Qi to the attic for a chat."

Crash!

The eyes of the literati and poets fell on Zhuang Zhou again.

There is jealousy, envy, and admiration.

There are also big eye rolls.

Miss Hongyu was originally one of the three most popular courtesans in Kyoto.

Even if the literati and scholars in Kyoto spent huge sums of money, it would be difficult to see him.

After all, money inevitably seems a bit vulgar to Miss Hongyu.

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