Qin Mo, who entered the brothel for the first time, was still a little excited.

I really want to see the stars of this era.

It’s not that he has any dirty thoughts, he is just curious.

"It's all praised by everyone. Li Langjun is very talented, and Manjun admires it!"

Zhao Manjun tried hard to see the person clearly, but the pearl curtain was hazy and could not be seen clearly.

I only know that the person who came was a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and straight facial features. He was not like a scholar, but rather like a martial artist!

She thought, this was probably because there was a tiger in her heart and sniffing the roses.

It turns out that her name is Zhao Manjun, and her name sounds quite nice.

Qin Mo sat down carelessly, and the maid looked at the tea. He said, "That Manjun, why don't you come out? I have something to talk to you."

Zhao Manjun was also stunned, "What's wrong with Mr. Li?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I made a song with lyrics, but I still need to compose music. I also need a professional team to sing!" Qin Mo said: "I heard from my brother that you are one of the best lyrics and musicians in this area, so I came to find you!"

Zhao Manjun's heart moved, "But the same word as Lang Jun just now?"

"No, you were wrong. What I made is a song, that is a lyric, it's a different one!" Qin Mo put down the teacup, got up directly, and walked in.

The maid was shocked, "Langjun Li, no!"

Qin Mo waved his hand, "I don't do anything, what are you afraid of, don't worry, I have no interest in you Zhao!"

Zhao Manjun frowned. She thought Li Qingzhao was a sensual and elegant guest, but she didn't expect that she was a rough person.

The bead curtain was lifted, and Qin Mo looked at the woman in front of him. Although she was wearing a veil, she could roughly see the appearance of this woman.

The eyes were so captivating that they could not even suck it.

No need to watch it, it must be a big beauty.

He took out the lyrics in his arms and filmed them in front of Zhao Manjun, "Look at this song, can you compose the music? Don't worry, you won't lose money!"

Zhao Manjun frowned and saw clearly the man in front of him. He was tall and indeed... he didn't look like a literati, and he was full of stinking words.

She couldn't figure out how such a person made that poem.

Could it be bought from someone else?

When she looked at the lyrics in front of her, she was extremely explicit, but she could roughly see that this was a marriage proposal song.

So, he worked hard to come over to write a song by himself?

Zhao Manjun looked at Qin Mo and felt a little unbalanced.

"Why, is it difficult? Actually, I know how to sing this song. I just can't compose music. I'll sing it to you first."

Qin Mo cleared his throat and started singing, "The warm spring flowers bloom..."

Zhao Manjun listened to Qin Mo's singing, and the more he listened, the more he became, the more strange he heard it, but after listening, it was quite nice...

"Okay, I'm done singing. Can you compose a music? Time is too fast. I originally wanted my brothers to sing, but they were too stupid. They sang like ghosts and howling. The dogs shook their heads when they heard it, so they had to come over to find you!"

"This, did you write it to your fiancée?" Although Zhao Manjun was dissatisfied with Qin Mo's sudden break in, and even more dissatisfied with him buying the lyrics,... this man is really good to her fiancée.

"No, my brother will get married tomorrow. I will prepare a gift for him. I may ask you to appear at that time. In fact, I have prepared more than this song, and there are two songs for backup. Otherwise, when the guests come, you will sing this song. How monotonous it is!"

"When did I say I want it?"

"I'm here!"

"You are here, but you are here!" Zhao Manjun said.

"Aren't you fooling people?" Qin Mo said: "I don't say that my poem has been passed down through the ages, but it is also a rare masterpiece. It is enough to push your reputation to a higher level. I am willing to give you money. Don't you want to help me?"

The so-called great men are just like literati raising names.

When literati pursue everyone, they are making a name for themselves, but why are they not making a name for themselves?

If some of these people could make a masterpiece, it would only make Zhao Manjun's worth more.

Zhao Manjun frowned when he heard this, "Li Langjun, I invite you to come up to appreciate your talent. Even if you want to compose a music, you will compose the lyrics and music I just wrote!

What's more, I don't think that the poem was written by you!"

Oh, this woman doesn't believe that he made that poem.

It seems that no matter what dynasty or time and space, people with a little fame are even more crazy.

When he remembered the female celebrities in his previous life, he realized it, but understanding it does not mean that he will suffer.

"You doubt me, do you?"

"The little woman thought Li Langjun was a kind-hearted person, but she didn't expect that she would make money when she spoke, but she was really not worthy of this poem!" She liked that poem very much, but the person who wrote the poem... It was surprising.

"Poetry, songs and essays are about cultivating sentiment. Does anyone have to be the one I do with what lyrics I do?"

Qin Mo said: "Manjun, your thoughts are not good. Fools are concerned with their appearance, and wise are concerned with their hearts. If you do this, you will miss a chance to increase your reputation a hundredfold!"

"Why, can you still plan to make a lyrics for the little girl?"

"If I write lyrics, at most it is to prove that I made this word, but I still feel that it is a loss. Every year after year, the excellent works may not be available every year!"

Qin Mo carried his hands on his back and said with a smile: "Let's do this, you are making a question, and I will write it in person. First, it can solve your doubts. Second, I hope you can help me compose music and speak at my brother's wedding tomorrow. These two poems are my commission!"

"What a big tone, Li Langjun thinks that the poems she made can touch the eyes of a little girl?" Zhao Manjun is also a talented woman. She admitted that the poem just now was indeed the best.

"You just need to ask the question!"

"What if you can't do it and stay with me and don't leave?"

"That won't happen. If I don't go home, my father will break my legs!" Qin Mo said with a smile.

Zhao Manjun glanced at Qin Mo deeply. No matter what he had planned, it was undeniable that he did this to impress himself.

"Okay, I will do the questions as loneliness, but you need to write a poem or lyric within fifty breaths. If you can't do it, where will the Li Langjun come from and where will you go back!" Zhao Manjun said: "If you can do it, what the young lady will do, what the young lady will do!"

She was also determined to make things difficult for Qin Mo, wanting him to retreat.

And Qin Mo couldn't help laughing.

"Fifty breaths? Who do you look down on?" Qin Mo curled his lips, "Don't talk about fifty breaths, let me see what it means to make a poem in seven steps!"

Zhao Manjun couldn't help but sneer, seven steps into poetry?
Chapter completed!