After Mu Yang finished singing, warm cheers burst out from Yanyu Tower.

Chen Zheng also thought she sang very well. Although she didn't understand what she sang at once, the tune was gentle and the song was melodious, which sounded very comfortable.

Besides, you can tell from Xiao Zan's expression that this poem is indeed good.

At this time, Xiao Zan's eyes were red, and his figure looked like he wanted to fly to the second floor.

This is the first time Chen Zheng has seen Xiao Zan’s performance, and it is conceivable that this poem should be quite good.

Sure enough, after Xiao Zan calmed down, he turned to look at Zhong Zilu and said sarcastically: "Zhong Zilu, how is this lyrics written? How is this song sung? It depends on how you win!"

Zhong Zilu snorted coldly and said, "The lyrics are well written and the songs are good, but it may not be impossible to win!"

The two of them faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, and Chen Zheng was also a little helpless.

Fortunately, the two of them had a controllable argument, so Chen Zheng didn't care and sat down on his own, drank tea, and ate a piece of melon, and was happy to be idle.

"You are just quibbling!" Xiao Zan said dissatisfied.

Zhong Zilu curled his lips and said, "The poem she wrote was really amazing when she first heard it. When she savored it carefully, it was boring."

"How do you say this?" Xiao Zan asked.

Zhong Zilu put his hand behind his back and said, "Now that summer has just begun, how can there be any 'deep Autumn sigh'?"

"This is artistic conception, do you understand?" Xiao Zan defended.

Zhong Zilu smiled and said, "The next stanza 'Sleeping alone' is even more ridiculous!"

"What's ridiculous?" Xiao Zan said in confusion, "Didn't he show the feeling of being lonely Xiao Ran?"

Zhong Zilu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? It seems that you have also been trained by famous artists?"

"Of course!" Xiao Zan said proudly, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, why is it ridiculous?"

"As far as I know, Mu Yang is not a Qing Gong Gu in Chunfang Tower. I guess he is having fun every night. There are thousands of red waves passing by on the couch, leaving only a little snow to reflect the red color." Zhong Zilu smiled.

When Xiao Zan heard this, he looked dark. He didn't expect that Mu Yang would be so unrestrained and miscalculated.

"Huh? I remember that Mr. Xiao wanted to redeem Mu Yang for his life and keep him at home. I wonder if he is still interested now?" Zhong Zilu asked back.

When Xiao Zan thought of what Zhong Zilu said just now, “Thousands of sails on the bed”, he felt a chill, so how could he be interested?

Chen Zheng was not very aware of poetry and did not understand the meaning of Zhong Zilu's last two lines of poetry.

However, now when I saw Xiao Zan's expression and then I figured out the scene, I suddenly understood.

Scholars even talk about such dirty things so elegantly.

At this moment, it was a little cold, and Chen Zheng smiled and said, "Brother Zhong said it well."

"Oh? Brother Chen also understands poetry?" Zhong Zilu asked. He remembered that when Chen Zheng introduced him just now, he said that he was a carpenter.

Chen Zheng was not very good at appreciating poetry, which means that when he was in Chinese class, he memorized a few more poems.

"I understand a little, I understand a little." Chen Zheng said quickly.

However, when Zhong Zilu heard the word "understand" was completely Chen Zheng's humble speech. Generally speaking, if you understand something slightly, you must have studied it very profoundly.

So Zhong Zilu asked, "Why don't Brother Chen have any opinions on the poem Mu Yang?"

Chen Zheng was stunned. What insights could he have? He didn't understand them much, how could he understand them?

However, when you interact with a scholar, you must not show your timidity, otherwise the other party will definitely look down on you.

After thinking about what Zhong Zilu had said before, Chen Zheng smiled and said, "It's just a matter of forcing me to express my grief to write new poems."

After hearing this, Zhong Zilu's eyes lit up and nodded in praise: "Brother Chen's poetry accomplishment is quite good, and he is so impressed."

Chen Zheng felt a little embarrassed when he was praised, and quickly said politely: "Brother Zhong is too proud. This article is natural, and I got it by my master. It's not the credit for it."

"The article is natural, and I got it by myself!" Zhong Zilu exclaimed, "Brother Chen is indeed a talented person. He can speak up his good words. If he is humble, wouldn't he be in the face?"

"..." Chen Zheng stopped talking. He felt that the more he explained, the bigger the misunderstanding.

At this time, Xiao Zan spoke and said, "Next, your Meng Junzhu will come on stage, right?"

The three words "Meng Junzhu" attracted Zhong Zilu in an instant, turned around and looked at the platform on the second floor, ignoring the two of them.

Sure enough, after receiving everyone's cheers and applause, Mu Yang ended up.

Then, the madam came on stage to announce that the next performance was Meng Junzhu of Yanyulou.

Meng Junzhu seems to be less popular than Mu Yanggao, and the cheers from the audience are much less than before.

As a pure prostitute, she is not as popular as hers. She is not as popular as hers.

However, as a wise counselor, this identity made Meng Junzhu feel mysterious inexplicably.

For men, what they can't get is always the best.

Although Muyang is beautiful, beautiful, and charming, as long as you have the right price, you can be her guest in the curtain.

But Meng Junzhu is different. No matter how much you bid, you will not have a chance.

According to legend, a wealthy man passed by Hongjiang Mansion in Kyoto and knew that there was Meng Junzhu in Yanyu Tower. He bid a thousand taels for one night.

However, Meng Junzhu was completely unmoved and refused directly.

This caused a great sensation at that time, and Meng Junzhu was also famous for a while.

Chen Zheng naturally didn't believe this rumor.

It is obvious that this rumor is just to create momentum for Meng Junzhu, and in fact, this momentum promotion is also quite successful.

Everyone stretched their necks to see the true face of this innocent servant from Yanghongjiang Mansion.

However, they were disappointed.

I saw a yarn tent pulled from each side on the platform on the second floor and blocked the front.

Everyone saw a person slowly coming over. Under the candlelight, his figure was smiling delicately, but his appearance could not be seen clearly.

"What are you doing? Don't you show up?"

"I didn't show up in the last flute play. I didn't show up in this song. I looked down on us so much!"

Many spectators started to make excuses, but most of them cheered Mu Yang just now, so naturally they didn't say anything good to Meng Junzhu.

"What are your identities? You don't urinate and take a look. Are you worthy of seeing Meng Junzhu's true face?"

"The toad wants to eat swan farts!"

Meng Junzhu and Mu Yang's respective supporters began to attack each other and refused to give in.

Meng Junzhu on the second floor seemed to be unaffected. After Chen Zheng saw her greeting him a little, the band's accompaniment started to ring.

Chen Zheng knew that Meng Junzhu was greeting Zhong Zilu, not him.

Through the gauze tent, a new melodious song was sung from Meng Junzhu's mouth.

"The water stands tall and graceful, with half of the strands swaying frequently. And I support the lotus steps to my waist. Whose girl is the most beautiful?

Time wasted several times, and three points of laziness disappeared slightly. But my worries accompanied me every day and threw away my youth."

A song about the moon in the West River was heard through the gauze tent, making it even more ethereal and beautiful.
Chapter completed!