The competition between Liu Wenguang and Ning Xiu can only be regarded as an appetizer. Although the Wuchang Prefecture students were covered in dust, the authentic dishes were still needed.

Since it is a poetry gathering, we naturally cannot stick to every poem and every word, but let everyone participate.

Now that the scholars from Jingzhou Prefecture have gained the upper hand, Liu Rushi felt even more happy and wanted to take advantage of the victory.

He cleared his throat, talked loudly, and finally led to a poem title.

The experts who often attend poetry meetings have begun to conceive images and ponder the words and sentences when they hear the title of the poem.

When writing poetry, it is about spirituality, and it must not be too stable.

Otherwise, what is written is not a poem but an article.

Everyone here is good at writing eight-legged articles. Anyone who likes to listen to the dusk again? Therefore, they try to write the words as bright as possible and make people feel comfortable.

Ning Xiu just wrote a poem, and what he had already shocked the crowd now was to sit there quietly and taste wine, watching the rest of the people rack their brains to show off.

Didn’t some people say that the highest level of pretending is to show off invisible? Ning Xiu felt that his current state was almost the same.

Of course, if someone came to him toast him and asked for teaching questions, Ning Xiu would not refuse.

It is naturally good to expand influence in the circle of literati, but Ning Xiu does not want to be smeared by offending others.

"Come on, Han wrote a poem to cheer up."

Han You, a scholar from Jingzhou Prefecture, raised his wine glass and said leisurely: "In front of Hanshan Temple, Hanshan Order, Gusu City, Gusu City. A night of prosperity in the Six Dynasties, and sighed at the ancient and modern times in Canglang Pavilion."

"What a poem, what a poem."

Liu Rushi was obviously familiar with this student Han and smiled and clapped his hands to support him.

"My friend Han wrote this poem with great success. The first two sentences are repeated, and the last two sentences are nostalgic. How wonderful, how wonderful."

Although Liu Rushi is not very good at writing poetry, he often organizes poetry meetings and listens to some comments if he listens too much.

What intentions, what repetitions, what nostalgia, what embrace spring...

There is no problem applying it here.

Liu Rushi was very happy. The scholars of Wuchang Prefecture have always looked down on the students of Jingzhou Prefecture. Now, a poem meeting can completely defeat them. Today, this incident will be rumored to see who dares to underestimate the scholars of Jingzhou Prefecture.

"Everyone, how can we not be accompanied by beautiful people when we recite poems and essays today? Is it good if Mr. Liu invited the girls from Chen Yuanlou to give a toast?"

"Okay, OK!"

"Brother Liu, Gao Yi!"

"The beauty toasts and the talented man writes poems, how beautiful it is!"

There were constant cheers.

Liu Rushi clapped his hands very proudly, and some beauties in robe skirts walked in one after another.

Although it was already cold winter, countless braziers were burning in the restaurant, just like summer.

These beauties dressed thinly but didn't feel cold. Instead, they fully demonstrated the graceful curves of their bodies.

These scholars were stunned for a moment and could not take their eyes away from the beauty.

The colorful skirt seemed to have been tyrannized by the fairy, and their hearts were rippling.

Ning Xiu was also surprised. This black fat man was really good at it.

Officials were prohibited from visiting prostitutes in the Ming Dynasty, but scholars were never prohibited from visiting prostitutes.

Even if a juren is not appointed as an official, he can visit prostitutes.

However, officials, especially Beijing officials, had to act carefully due to the supervision of censors of the Censorate. Even if they were lonely, they just wanted to vent their vent and did not dare to blatantly visit prostitutes.

Scholars are much more convenient in this regard. As the saying goes, without an official, you can be a gentle person, and visiting prostitutes can be said to be romantic. Anyway, your mouth grows on them, so you can say it no matter what.

These singing girls were all happy for a long time. They each found a scholar who they liked and got drunk with them.

Ning Xiu saw a young woman wearing a pomegranate horse-faced dress with water-green armor twisting her waist and walking towards him, and her heart was also waving.

He is not Liu Xiahui, so he can't sit still without being confused.

Besides, didn’t Confucius say that food, sex and nature are also mentioned?

But rippling is one thing, but action is another.

Soon rationality gained the upper hand. Ning Xiu had a delicate fiancée waiting for him. How could he have a good time with someone in the romantic scene?

"Is this young master Ning Xiu?"

The singer laughed and sat directly on Ning Xiu's thigh.

Ning Xiu's expression changed, thinking that all the singing girls in Jingzhou Prefecture are so proactive?

"Next is Ning Xiu. Can the girl get up and talk?"

Ning Xiu tried his best to keep his tone calm, but the inner side of his thighs was indeed itchy. What should he do if this person can't afford to stay? He can't overthrow him to the ground, right?

"Why are you still shy?"

She laughed and stood up.

"Nu Nu's name is Chi Su, and he is willing to serve Prince Ning."

After saying that, she poured a glass of fine wine and put it in her mouth, leaning towards Ning Xiu.

Ning Xiu frowned secretly. He didn't like any skin cup. This thing is too unhygienic. What if this piece of stone has oral diseases?

"Ahem, let's do it myself."

After saying that, Ning Xiu picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine, and slapped the wine in one go before the ruler was getting more and more.

Forget it, he swung the mouth of the cup at Chi Su, indicating that he had drunk it.

Chi Su almost sprayed it out with a sip of wine in her mouth. She forced herself to endure it before swallowing the wine.

This guy is really a young man.

Chi Su thought in her heart.

But what she wants is Ning Xiu’s poems, so what does it matter if she can’t get people?

"Young Master Ning is such a cheerful person. Nu Nu admires your master's name, and I wonder if you can ask for a poem?" Ning Xiu felt so distressed. The side effects of being famous have begun to appear, and even the singing girl came to ask him for poems.

In fact, there is no problem with the behavior of Chi Su itself. Prostitutes in the Ming Dynasty have always been divided into two categories. One is to serve people by sex, and there is no need to say this. The other is to take the high-end and elegant route, in other words, the kind of confidante.

These high-end singers often only sell their skills but not their bodies. They are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and are very elegant.

Of course, things like temperament rely on packaging. The easiest way to package them is to promote them as talented women.

He is naturally elegant with poetry and writing, but his temperament is different with talent.

But singing girls are singing girls after all, so they may write one or two poems occasionally, but it is impossible for them to write them at will.

Therefore, some professional poets appeared. These people are often down-and-out scholars, who are talented but are forced to make a living by making a living by selling poetry.

What about selling poetry? Who are you selling it to?

Since the price of singing girls is high, what's wrong with selling them to singing girls?

but......

Ning Xiu is not a down-and-out scholar. Please be careful if he has a big appetite when he hits this foot.

It would have been fine if Ning Xiu was a highly productive poet, but his poems are non-renewable resources and they are not enough for them to use, so how could he be willing to sell them to others?

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Chapter completed!