"Young Master Chu Zhenlin is a Juren master from Jiangnan. He is from the same hometown as Chunshui. His literary talent is also remarkable. He is also a 90% sure candidate for the tribute scholar position and is also a strong competitor for Huiyuan.”
The brothel keeper looked at Cheng Chumo and said,"Moreover, Young Master Chu promised to compose a poem for Miss Chunshui. See, Chunshui has already played for him for two hours, and no one has come.”
Qin Feng knew a thing or two about the imperial examination system. Chu Zhenlin's Juren was roughly equivalent to the famous schools such as 985 and 211 in the future.
A juren was a grade higher than a scholar. They could directly serve as an eighth or ninth grade assistant official, such as a prefecture or county teacher, or a chief clerk. There were also some who served as a county magistrate, but there were very few of them.
Since Chu Zhenlin was able to pass the imperial examination, it meant that he had some skills. After the imperial examination, he would be tested as a tribute scholar. The first place in the tribute scholar would be Huiyuan.
With such strength, no one would be able to refuse a woman from a brothel. Even if they were to go to a good night together, it would not be a problem.
After all, the ancients viewed reputation as extremely important, especially this kind of brothel woman who was classified as a member of the three religions and nine streams. If there was a chance for her to leave her name in history, no one would let it go. It was understandable for Miss Chun Shui's behavior.
However, when he recalled the prosperous era of the Great Tang, Qin Feng had never heard of such a person. It was likely that he wasn't a person of great talent.
Cheng Chumo was in a difficult position. He had bragged just now and was instantly slapped in the face. He looked at Qin Feng and said,"Why don't we change it?"
Qin Feng looked at the brothel girls accompanying the three brothers and felt disgusted. If it was someone else, they would either be this kind of mediocre woman or someone who was not pure. Qin Feng naturally could not tolerate it.
"Exchange?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and asked. Why did he have to change? Isn't it just poetry? I know how to write poetry too."
"This, Brother Qin, you really know how to compose poetry?”Cheng Chumo said doubtfully.
Cheng Chumo would definitely believe that Qin Feng knew some strange skills, but when it came to poetry, it was a big question mark.
Writing poems is different from other things. This requires accumulated experience and talent that far surpasses ordinary people. Qin Feng doesn't seem to have these two things, right?
Qin Feng didn't answer Cheng Chumo, but turned to the brothel keeper and said,"Bring me a pen and paper."
Although the brothel madame didn't know Qin Feng's background, she understood Cheng Chumo. The son of a general was also a person who wielded a knife and a stick. Those who were with such a person were most likely not scholars.
However, they were open for business. Naturally, they would do whatever the customers wanted. They instructed a brothel girl beside them to get a pen and paper.
The brothel madame led Qin Feng and the others to a desk at the side. Paper and pens were quickly brought over.
Qin Feng flipped through the Tang poems in the library in his mind. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He had already made a plan in his heart.
A brothel girl had already finished grinding the ink. Qin Feng held the brush and began to write.
No matter when, people could not change their habit of joining in the fun. Seeing Qin Feng writing on the paper, many people who had nothing to do also gathered around to join in the fun.
As the saying went, once an expert made a move, one would know if there was anything. Although these people were not good at reciting poems, they still had the ability to appreciate them.
Qin Feng used regular script, which gradually evolved from official script. It was more simplified, horizontal and vertical. The regular script was neat and solemn, emphasizing the law.
Qin Feng had seen quite a number of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan's calligraphy in the library. After learning them, he would be able to possess the same writing skills as them.
Not to mention the quality of the poem, just the handwriting alone was pleasing to the eye.
"Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only live in Jiangnan.”
As Qin Feng wrote, the surrounding people read it out.
Brothel girls who were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since they were young were naturally rare. Most of them were not well-educated. There were still some who did not know the words, so they asked the guests beside them.
Although those whoremasters could not write such elegant poems to show off, they could show off their poetry appreciation ability in front of these brothel women and increase their admiration. They explained,
"The meaning of this poem is that everyone says that Jiangnan is good, so that tourists only want to stay in Jiangnan until they grow old.”
Of course, not all of the whoremasters who came had the ability to appreciate poetry. Seeing that someone was analyzing it, they also focused their attention on it.
The whoremaster who was appreciating the poem was greatly pleased. It was as if this poem was written by him. He stared at Qin Feng tightly and couldn't wait to start deciphering the second sentence.
"The spring water is as green as the sky, and the painted boat sleeps in the rain. The river water in spring was limpid and greener than the blue sky, and one could even fall asleep listening to the rain outside on the painted boat.”
When the brothel madame heard this, her heart skipped a beat. Was the spring water in the second line of Qin Feng's poem coincidental, or was it deliberately hinting at Miss Spring Water?
After all, Chunshui had rejected Cheng Chumo and the others just now because Chu Zhenlin wanted to write a poem for her. Could it be that this was deliberately written for Chunshui to read?
Although the brothel madame had not studied for many years, she had been influenced by the Yichun Courtyard over the years and knew a little about poetry. Just these first two sentences were already better than most of the scholars who came here to write poems.
While the brothel madame was thinking, the third sentence came out.
"The person beside the loessial is like the moon, and the white wrist is frozen with frost and snow. Presumably, it was said that the woman selling wine by the wine lodges in Jiangnan was incomparably beautiful. When she sold wine, she lifted her sleeves to scoop up the wine, revealing her wrists as white as frost and snow.”
When everyone heard this poem, they could not help but imagine this scene in their minds. The warm sun shone high in the sky, and the breeze was gentle. The girl in the white gauze dress beside the wine cellar was holding a gourd ladle to scoop wine. When she lifted her sleeves, her snow-white wrist was even more dazzling than the white gauze dress.
Everyone was immersed in this scene. At the same time, they were also drawing a big question mark in their hearts. Who was this girl?
When the appreciative whoremaster read this, he also said uncertainly,"Don't return home before you're old. Perhaps he was saying that he should not return to his hometown before he grew old, or else he would regret it when he returned.”
"Why would I regret it? What happened?"
"The picture that I outlined just now was so beautiful. Why did it suddenly become sad?”
"Yes, I was about to meet this Lady Jiu Lu, but I was interrupted.”
Everyone was pulled back to reality by this sudden turn of events. Faced with the questions of the onlookers, the appreciative whoremaster was also speechless. This poem was not written by him, so how would he know why the girl was regretting it?
When he looked at Qin Feng, he revealed a mysterious smile. This made everyone even more curious.
The brothel madame's face had already turned deathly pale. She thought to herself that it was over. Because of a juren grandpa, she had offended such a talented poet. It was definitely a loss.
He gave a glance to a brothel girl beside him and whispered to her. The girl nodded and quickly left.
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