He Jin was a little depressed and didn't understand why he could make Fatty Hao lose his mind by learning from Liu Qingshuang's smile, but Wu Heming and Wei Liang scrambled to deny it?

Humph, two fools with no eyes, I will take care of you after returning to the state to school!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but realize that I had arrived at Xiao Qinhuai's backyard.

After following the young lady around the pavilion, she realized that there was a unique world behind the little Qinhuai. Several independent courtyards were specially opened, and clean rooms were hidden among the trees.

"Squeak--"

The maid pushed open the door, lifted up the heavy and warm curtain, and called out to it, "Miss, Guanren He has been invited."

When watching this beauty up close, He Jin couldn't help but sigh that God is indeed unfair sometimes. Some people are born with a good face.

The Qingshuang Courtesan in front of him is undoubtedly one of them.

No matter how you look at it, your figure and appearance are impeccable. Especially at this time, you put a jade arm on the table and half leaned against you to quietly look at the poems, which was like a rare picture of a lady.

When she turned her head, she smiled slightly. Her face looked like jade fat, and her eyes looked even more bright and charming. Her eyes were cut into water, and her eyebrows were picturesque and bright and charming.

Unfortunately, this beautiful picture was torn apart by Fatty Hao before it had existed for a long time.

He couldn't help but walk forward, blushing and stuttering: "Liu, Liu, my name is Hao Youqian, my family is really rich! ... I, I love you at first sight, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do!"

Liu Qingshuang's smiling face suddenly froze and looked at He Jin in confusion.

He Jin slapped his forehead in shame and regretted it: Sure enough, two hundred taels of silver are not that easy to earn...

But, what does this matter?

Two hundred taels of silver are almost equivalent to 120,000 in later generations - such a sum of money will not be earned by a fool!

So his eyes rolled, and He Jin walked to the table beside him and poured two glasses of wine.

He first handed Hao Youqian a cup, then handed it to Liu Qingshuang, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, everyone Liu, this matter is a bit complicated."

"However, I beg everyone Liu to have a drink with my friend. I promise that after a glass of wine, I will definitely solve the problem."

Liu Qingshuang had drunk a few glasses of wine before, but was a little bit drunk at this time.

Seeing He Jin so generous and calm, I couldn't help but feel that the boy was very interesting. I actually got up and talked to Hao Youqian for a drink, and then sipped it all without saying a word.

Fatty Hao was immediately excited again, and his hands holding the wine glass began to tremble. Just like with Parkinson's syndrome, when he handed the wine glass to his mouth, it was so spilled that only half of the cup was left.

He Jin waited for him to finish drinking and said, "I have money, but my promise has been fulfilled. Now you just sit here obediently, don't say a word. If I say the previous word, I will drive you out."

Hao Youqian immediately nodded deeply and said gratefully: "Boss, you are so good. I feel very happy if I can watch Liu everyone quietly like this!"

He Jin nodded and turned to Liu Qingshuang and said, "Miss Liu, look, the matter has been resolved."

Liu Qingshuang couldn't help but blink her bright eyes, but He Jin didn't say it in detail. Of course, she wouldn't ask the truth and lose her etiquette and attitude.

Then, she pretended that Fatty Hao did not exist, put down her wine glass and said to He Jin: "I didn't expect that He Guanren was such a young talent. The person who thought that he could write about 'The east wind blows is spring' is also an ambitious person after suffering."

He Jin smiled slightly and waved his hand and said, "Ambition is not about age, but about ambition, it has nothing to do with age, but about experience... Forget it, let's just do something practical."

Liu Qingshuang was stunned when she heard this: Young boy, have you always said that efficiency?

"Oh?..." After reacting, Liu Qingshuang was still not annoyed, but said curiously: "I don't know what the actual person in the mouth of the official is referring to?"

He Jin was not vague and asked, "Liu, what do you think of the poem I just now?"

"Well, the first reading is ordinary, and in the plain and straightforward narration, there is no question of refining words or crafting them. But if you savor it carefully, you will feel that your energy flows downstream, natural, refreshing, and shocking your spirit."

In terms of poetry, songs and essays, Liu Qingshuang obviously has great attainments and praises her: "After reading it again and again, she can truly feel the artistic conception of the poem is lonely, clear and far away, and full of vitality. It seems that this is the origin of poetry that poets and poets have been looking for..."

After hearing this, He Jin couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Although he could not write such poems himself, he was not inferior to Liu Qingshuang in terms of appreciation. With his previous life experience, he knew that the poems of the Ming Dynasty had actually entered a bottleneck period.

Especially after the four heroes of the country (Gao Qi, Yang Ji, Zhang Yu, Xu Ben) were all killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, and then Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin were killed by Zhu Di, the literary style of the Ming Dynasty could be said to have fallen into a state of silence.

Subsequent literati have been seeking breakthroughs, but those who have finally quit their jobs will inevitably become superficial, and those who return to the simplicity often lose their intuition. The entire poetry and literary world is trapped in the long dark night and cannot find the direction.

It was not until after dozens of years of recovery that in the middle and late periods, stunning figures such as Tang Bohu, Yuan Hongdao, Xu Wei, Yang Shen, and Wang Shizhen appeared one after another, and their literary style was finally relieved.

In addition, most of the students who wrote the poem this time were school students from one state.

The students also focus on career development and do not put much energy into poetry. Most of the poems are just things that temporarily cram and pile up allusions, and their level is naturally very average. Compared with the poems he copied at Xu Wei, Liu Qingshuang would certainly praise him.

"Since that's the case, how about I send you a new song to everyone else?" Seeing that Liu Qingshuang had been impressed, He Jin immediately threw down the bait.

How could Liu Qingshuang not want to?

She even spread the rice paper for He Jin and grind ink to serve him, which made Fatty Hao stunned: Boss, are you a woman killer?

You can hook up with a businessman, and the lady who is accompanying you with a drink will not let go. Even fairies like Liu can't stand your charm...

He Jin is not at the moment about Fatty Hao, otherwise he will definitely despise him: Humph, I even make my Zen heart ripples!

Well... it's also a lewd nie, don't care about these details.

Soon, as He Jin wrote, beautiful handwriting of different lengths appeared. Liu Qingshuang looked slowly, and gradually became surprised and read it in a low voice.

"There is a cold wave and a ruthless lingering light, which is the whistle and wail of Nanpu. It blows up, and the frost strips are lonely. I still remember the flying catkins in the old days. Moreover, when the smoke comes in the evening, the setting sun is sunny, and when I see the traveler, I look thin and dance like a dance. I always feel desolate and very haggard, and there are still good sentences on Yantai."

"Spring turns into autumn rain. I think of the past, and I feel so sad. Even if I have it, I draw boats around the dike and neglect them all, and the water clouds are still the same. I remember the past, a little east wind, almost passing through the heavy curtain, and my eyebrows are sad. I waited to make an appointment with a plum soul, and the moon was light at dusk, and I whispered deeply to her."

After reading it, she couldn't help but lit up and asked happily: "He Guanren, is this a new lyric specially composed for the slave family?"

"No," He Jin nodded, and then looked up and found that Liu Qingshuang was facing his eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't help but blink. The confident and interesting male charm instantly made Liu Qingshuang lose her mind and lowered her head shyly.

However, He Jin couldn't help but smile even brighter and continued to say, "This song is the tune of 'Jin Mingchi'... Well, everyone Liu might as well give it a beat."

When talking about the tune, Liu Qingshuang showed her professional qualities. After sitting up, she tweaked the pipa, and the melodious and ethereal tone slowly flowed out.

He Jin liked ancient style songs in his previous life. He studied these nature briefly and followed the rhythm and started singing them in a cappella. However, after all, he was a man, and singing songs like Liu Rushi with sadness and sorrow is inevitable.

However, these are enough.

With years of literacy and super high understanding, Liu Qingshuang immediately grasped the essence of it. In many places, He Jin didn't sing well, so she deliberately slowed down the beat and took He Jin all the way.

After singing the song, Liu Qingshuang couldn't help but be excited.

Because she knew clearly that this song was of high value compared to the two she sang before! And those two songs have been sung for more than a hundred years!

Especially the little bit of daughter resentment in this new lyrics and tunes seems to be created for a woman like her. Once sung, it will be a name for a person, and it is not impossible to spread throughout the ages!

But after being excited, Liu Qingshuang suddenly put down the pipa.
Chapter completed!