She finally appeared after being called for many times, still holding the pipa and half covering her face.

As soon as the two seven-character verses appeared on the white paper, all four girls were attracted. In just 28 words, they described how Shen Youwei would look when she came out.

At this moment, the four girls once again witnessed Li Xiuzhu's superb poetic talent.

The sound of turning the axis and plucking the strings a few times, the emotion is already there before the melody is formed.

The strings are suppressed and the sounds are full of thoughts, as if telling the story of a lifetime of frustration.

He lowered his brows and continued to play the piano casually, expressing all the infinite things in his heart.

Gently pluck, rub, wipe and pick, the sound of Liangzhou cracking is heard everywhere.

The sound of the big strings is as loud as heavy rain, while the sound of the small strings is as soft as whispers.

The sounds of the strings are mixed together, and pearls, big and small, fall on a jade plate.

The silver bottle broke and water splashed out, and the iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns ringing.

Seeing this, the four girls didn't say anything, but they were all excited.

This time, Li Xiuzhu's poem describes Shen Youwei's mood and melody when she played the Liangzhou Dabian.

Every line of the poem seems as if Shen Youwei is writing about herself, it looks natural and just right.

Hearty and refreshing...

The four of them could already imagine that if Shen Youwei saw this poem, her reaction would definitely be one of shock, shock as to why someone could understand her shock so well.

If it were them, they would have already found their love without having to go through three levels.

When the song ends, the plucked instruments are carefully put away, and the sound of the four strings is like tearing silk.

He pondered for a moment, put the plectrum in the strings, straightened his clothes and composed himself.

She said she was originally from the capital and lived at the foot of Xiamaoling.

At Thirteen she learned to play the pipa and became famous in the first part of the Dream of the Red Chamber.

Seeing these five elements and seven laws, everyone understood that this described Shen Youwei's current situation.

He achieved success at a young age and became famous.

At this moment, the four girls were even more curious about what would happen next.

But no one spoke, they just watched silently, and Li Xiuzhu didn't stop writing.

After the song, she taught Shancai to dress up, and after she put on makeup, Qiuniang was always jealous.

Young men from Wuling vied with each other to tie their hair with red silk, and they knew not how many there were for one song.

The silver comb on her head was broken by the clapping, and the blood-red silk skirt was stained with wine.

The laughter of this year will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass by leisurely.

Shocked! Why is this happening? Although these lines describe the future of most brothel girls, this is not what they want to see.

What they wanted to see was a sweet ending. For a moment, the four girls looked at Li Xiuzhu, but Li Xiuzhu, who was immersed in his own world, seemed not to see them.

In his opinion, this is Shen Youwei's true future.

The pen has not stopped and continues to write. No matter how unwilling the four girls are, it seems that everything has been settled.

The complexion changes from dusk to morning, and there are few horses and saddles in front of the door.

The eldest daughter married a businessman, who values ​​profit more than separation.

Last month I went to Fuliang to buy tea, and came back to guard the empty boat at the river mouth.

Late at night I suddenly dreamed of my youth, and cried in my dream, my makeup was smeared with tears.

This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time.

This... is really cold, desolate, sad and miserable. When Shen Youwei's late-life poem came out, the four girls felt their breathing slow down.

So miserable!

A poem, 280 words, five sheets of paper, but it describes Shen Youwei's life in its entirety.

Li Xiuzhu nodded in satisfaction, but then he heard Fu Yunshuang ask quietly, "Brother-in-law, why did you write Youwei so badly?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuzhu subconsciously glanced at the few people and was immediately shocked.

Damn, why are you looking at me with such resentment? I would have thought you were going to kill your husband.

Li Xiuzhu calmed himself down, smiled gently and said, "Because this poem is realistic, the ending of this story is most in line with the real situation."

"But my brother-in-law..."

"No buts!"

At this time, a servant's voice was heard from the third floor stairs.

"Sister Cuiyun, does anyone upstairs have any poems to send?"

Upon hearing this, Cuiyun immediately looked at Li Xiuzhu and the others.

Li Xiuzhu shook his head, and Cuiyun immediately said, "No..."

"Wait, I've already written it, Cuiyun, please help me take it down."

"OK."

Cuiyun responded, took Su Chengcheng's poems and went downstairs, and came back up in less than two minutes.

After a while, Shen Youwei appeared in front of everyone again. This time, she didn't hold the pipa, but appeared in front of everyone with a round fan in her hand.

"Thank you all for your support, Youwei is very grateful..."

Good man, what you said...

Isn’t this the same as the saying, after being slept with, you still have to say thank you for sleeping with me.

No matter what others think, Li Xiuzhu feels it is quite appropriate.

"After several gentlemen read them one by one, they finally selected three poems."

"If you think your poem is better, you can put it forward and the scholars present will comment on it together."

"Then Youwei will read the three shortlisted poems first."

"The first one was written by Doctor Sun."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Jade pillars and red strings, clear and wonderful sounds.

The song ends and the crowd disperses, the moon is in the sky.

The golden emblem is still intact and the silver armor is still strong.

Where did it come from? The garden is filled with wind and smoke.

At this moment, I remember you and stand alone in the beauty.

When this poem of four verses came out, all those who were not selected were impressed, but not everyone was impressed.

But this is only the first one, what if there is one later? "The second one is for Master Wenchang."

Three thousand travelers traveled through ancient Liangzhou, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers entered the tower.

Play the song from the dusty sky, and don’t play the pipa towards the sad moon.

???

This isn't mine yet?

Shen Youwei looked at the scholars below who were already getting nervous, and recited the third poem.

"This is the first time I've seen the signature on the third poem. I wonder who this gentleman named Zhu Cheng is."

Upon hearing this, Su Chengcheng looked at the others in disbelief. She never expected that the poem she wanted to write would be published.

Shen Youwei looked around and saw no one acknowledging her, so she smiled slightly.

"Since this new gentleman is so shy, Youwei will recite the poem first."

Thousands of miles away at the border town, the grass is autumnal. Who can play the music that can express the sorrow of ancient times?

The pipa wants to write a song of lovesickness, the setting sun is filled with yellow clouds and wild geese.

As soon as the three poems came out, some people could not stand still.

Suddenly, a man with a slightly vulgar appearance walked out.

“That’s it, that’s it…?”

"Miss Youwei, my poem is not included here. I don't accept it."

Shen Youwei nodded when she heard this, this situation was very normal.

"I don't know how to sign your name."

Upon hearing this, Du Ziteng immediately held his head high and puffed out his chest.

"The young lady has good eyesight and knows that I am a young master."

When Du Ziteng said this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was a faint sound of sneer.

But his next sentence immediately stopped everyone from laughing.

"This young master signed his name as Mr. Bujie. Are you scared?"

At this moment, Li Xiuzhu, Nong Yue and Fu Yunshuang upstairs were all stunned and looked at each other.

What's going on? How can you meet a fake guy in a brothel? There was an uproar downstairs.

No one expected that this person was the famous lay Buddhist Bujie.

Cuiyun had seen the words in the young lady's room, and looked at Li Xiuzhu in confusion when she heard this.

"Miss, Sir..."

Nong Yue interrupted Cuiyun before she could finish.

"Cuiyun, go pour some tea."

Cuiyun was suddenly awakened and looked at the young lady. Sure enough, she saw that the young lady was glaring at her.

Cuiyun stuck out her tongue and ran away quickly, fearing that the young lady would scold her.

At this time, Shen Youwei downstairs looked at Du Ziteng with surprise.

"So you are the lay Buddhist Bujie. Youwei really likes the grievances you wrote. I am very happy that you are here today."

(End of this chapter)