Everyone present knew that Xiao Ye was good at writing poems and lyrics. He had a book called West Chamber, with a full text of 70,000 words and nearly 100 poems, highlighting his strong strength.

But the opponent's strength is not good either. If Xiao Ye suppresses his strength, Su Yue'er's final value will be only about 300,000 taels. This is the limit of a normal person's brain power. No matter how talented a person is, his energy is always limited. It is impossible to write poems and lyrics without limit. There are many wealthy businessmen who can pay hundreds of thousands of silver, but Red Pills are still difficult to protect.

"ha!"

Xiao Yeha smiled: "This matter is not difficult. Among the two, as long as one of them is against everyone in Su, it's better to consider Xi Lian'er or Si Cai'er with Brother Bo Yu and Lu Lang?"

"Um?"

Su Yue'er's eyes lit up.

The two looked at each other, but they said: "When we are inferior to you in poetry, we are not much worse than you. We all have to lose anyway. It doesn't matter, it's mainly because of Yuefu lyrics and cards, and we are not proficient in this area."

"It's okay, I'll write it to you. There are two hours from afternoon to evening. Calculate three songs per moment, and two hours twenty-four songs, bring paper and pen."

Yin Yin quickly brought paper and pen and sat beside Xiao Ye and grinded ink.

There are not as many names of ci cards in the Tang Dynasty as in the Song Dynasty, including Linjiang Xian, Eight Sings Ganzhou, Bu Suanzi, Cailian Ling, Hidden Xiang, Chou Nuer Ling, Chang Xiang, Butterfly Love Flower, Dalian Zi, Dian Jiang Lip, Ding Fengbo, Fengliu Zi, Xiefang Ci, etc.

Among them, the poem "Tangfang" was renamed "Chaitoufeng" because of Lu You's famous lineage in the Song Dynasty.

Just look at Xiao Ye writing at his desk. Every time he wrote a poem, he pretended to think for a while before he finished writing again, but even so, it shocked everyone.

Writing lyrics is the same as eating broad beans, and it is so powerful!

"Seriously, the ink is gone, grind the ink quickly!"

Yin Yin sat next to Xiao Ye, and was stunned and forgot to study.

"Oh, oh!"

Yin Haoran quickly started to grind, his eyes full of disbelief. She had seen many talented men, and some of them were good at writing lyrics, but which one could fill it so quickly like Xiao Ye? Such high quality?

Take the poem "Butterfly Love Flower" I just filled in for example.

Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness blooms in the sky, the grass and smoke are shining, and who will rely on the meaning of the silence?

I want to get drunk with a crazy picture and sing with wine. It is boring to have a strong joy, and I will never regret it when my clothes get looser, and I will become haggard for her.

What a profound description and what a sincere feeling, it really points directly to the heart, and it never ends with me, and I feel the urge to cry inexplicably.

Yes, although people are gradually fading through the cultivation of seven emotions and six desires, who do not desire innocent love for girls of this age? Especially in a fame and fortune-telling market like brothels, they understand that true love is precious.

Eh?

It seems that my cultivation has loosened!

Sorrow also belongs to the seven emotions and six desires. All the ups and downs of emotions can be transformed into merit.

I had a violent fluctuation in my reading of the West Chamber. I will read his lyrics to write...

Yin Yin couldn't help but lit up.

The other girls were not much better. Even Su Yue'er couldn't help but mutter and recite it. The true energy in her body surged and grew little by little.

After a while, thirty poems were written one by one, six of which were left for Jiang Fang.

In fact, Xiao Ye knew that such a huge number was easy to make people doubt it, but these words had never been published. Who dared to say that he was not original and came up with evidence? And he also believed that no one in the few people present would talk nonsense.

After putting down his pen, Xiao Ye smiled and said, "Fortunately, I am good at music so I won't be in a hurry. Everyone, what about this word?"

Everyone was speechless, it was a shame that you could say this.

Learning music is not only about talent, but also requires financial support. A set of chimes in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. How many ordinary officials have they bought? They are even more willing to discuss the common people.

In fact, it is the same in modern times. A piano class is hundreds of hours a day. This is not a lecture by a famous artist. Most of them are music teachers in the school. For example, the guzheng and guqin grading exams are all completed from the first level of amateur level to the ninth level, and you can’t even think about it without hundreds of thousands.

Of course, if you buy a erhu or guitar and learn by yourself against the score, you will not be listed here.

Given Xiao’s situation, where can I have free money to learn music?

However, no one revealed Xiao Ye's shortcomings. Chen Zi'ang shook his head and said, "If Hua Tuo was still alive, I will definitely invite him to cut open your brain and see what is inside. I didn't believe that someone was born to be wise, but now I believe it."

"Uh-huh!"

The girls nodded, and indeed, they could only write thirty poems, which completely exceeded the limit of cognition.

Su Yue'er also looked at Xiao Ye with a strange look, as if she wanted to see this person clearly.

"Okay, girls, go and prepare, see you later."

Xiao Ye smiled slightly again.

"Then I'll take your leave first!"

The girls left, including Qianqian. Although she decided to follow Jiang Fang, there was still a white dance today that could not be missed.

...

"when!"

A bell and chime rings!

The noise in the colorful sheds on both sides gradually calmed down. One hundred and thirty candidates entered the venue. Xiao Ye was Jie Yuan, who was responsible for the leader. Behind him were Zhou Jin, Chen Zi'ang and other candidates, arranged in their rankings.

Then, with Ren Zhigu as the leader, Wang Xun, Wu Chengsi, Yao Chong, Yuan Shuji, Luo Binwang, Fa Ming, and a Taoist, and several famous scholars climbed onto the platform. The ancient music of the deer was played and everyone sang together.

Yoyo Deer Song

Eat wild apples

I have guests

Pray the throne

...

For a moment, the literary spirit was intertwined, and the whole audience was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Some people recalled their ups and downs when they took the exam, and felt something. As they sang, they actually sang and cried.

The rich businessmen in the colored shed on the left usually take one or two unmarried daughters and look at their young men with a sophisticated look. This is both a deer-sounding banquet and a time to choose a son-in-law.

After all, the family has a big family and a large family of wives and concubines. There are many daughters in each family. I am optimistic about marrying a legitimate daughter. I am just a gangster. If I marry a concubine, I will first hold a piece of meat into my own pot. Even if I can't be a good person, I will be a juren.

Jinshi was left to the powerful and nobles in the capital to choose the juren, and the local gentry was selected, which was also considered the unspoken rule of the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, marriage is two-way, and the Tang Dynasty did not have the custom of robbing brides in the Song Dynasty.

"Daughter, what do you think of Duke Jie Yuan?"

"The little girl doesn't know his foundation, so who knows what, maybe she already has a wife."

"It's okay, this son is accused of Jie Yuan at a young age. I'll ask for you later for my father!"

"But it depends on your father!"

"The third-place Five Classics is good. Although he is a little older, he seems steady!"

"That's the husband of the Shi family, the largest salt merchant in Yangzhou. Don't think about it. We can't afford to be like this."

There was a vague discussion in the table. As Jie Yuan, Xiao Ye was young and naturally received the most attention. Some girls couldn't help but take out their sachets quietly.

Jiangdong has had customs since the Six Dynasties. When a woman sees a man she likes, she will give her own sachets to express her admiration.
Chapter completed!