Chapter 395: The Cannon Fodder of the General’s Mansion (17)
In this way, Jiang Lai was directly invited to the third floor. The scenery here was better. When he opened the window, he could see the bare willow branches along the coast swaying in the wind, and the breeze stirred up the lake water.
There was a pot of wine in front of Jiang Lai, and she was not interested in listening to the literati talking at the tables in the center. She just joined in the fun when they were giving questions.
The literati here are famous in the capital and even in the world. There are poets and painters. There are piano players on the bow and stern of the boat. They are also some literati and poets who play a piece of music when they are interested.
Jiang Lai was the only member of the opposite sex, and the man sitting opposite her was the owner of Mingyue Tower, the owner of the teahouse, and the son of His Majesty, the Eighth Prince.
The sixth prince and the male protagonist of this article are brothers from the same mother. The sixth prince is famous for his strategies, while the eighth prince is a world-famous talent. He founded Mingyue Tower. Every day, the masterpieces passed down from this painting boat are praised by the people. It is regarded as a classic and copied in books for sale.
The eighth prince looks like a gentle, white-faced scholar. He has a folding fan in his hand with a landscape painting painted by himself.
"The girl looks familiar, dare I ask her name?"
"Jiang Lai."
"Jiang Lai? There is a regular customer in my Mingyue Building who is also named Jiang. She is also a woman, but her talents are no less than every man here. It seems that Jiang's surname brings talents."
You don't have to think twice to know who the sixth prince often talks about.
Jiang Yubai.
She is a well-known talented woman in the capital, and her first name came from Mingyue Tower.
Jiang Yu rarely got together with the noble ladies in the capital to enjoy flowers and chat. Whenever she had free time, she would often come to the Mingyue Tower to recite poems and compete with a group of men.
Because of his high reputation, his articles or poems were widely circulated and praised.
Jiang Lai is not here for Jiang Yu. She is mainly short of money. In this era, the most profitable people are literati. As long as they are famous, they can get a poem, an article or a painting. Sky-high prices.
And if you want to truly gain fame, you have to be in Mingyue Tower.
When Jiang Lai first arrived, he saw many bookstore owners gathered outside Huafang, waiting to get the first-hand articles inside. Generally, those on the third floor would not be released casually, but those on the first and second floors were also somewhat famous. Literati, as long as they give some money, they can get the copied version.
As for the originals, they are high-priced items that need to be auctioned.
Opening your mouth and writing can make you a lot of money every day. Jiang Lai is here for money, so he must become famous in a short time.
"I wonder what the relationship is between Miss Jiang and Jiang Yu in the capital?"
"She is my sister."
The Eighth Prince was a little surprised at first, then stopped his shock and smiled.
"I have never seen Miss Jiang who lives in seclusion. How come I haven't heard that Jiang Yu has a younger sister before? She has a face as bright as a peach blossom and as bright as a star."
Jiang Lai smiled.
"It's not too late to know now. I heard that there is a poem-a-day rule here. I think everyone is waiting for it."
The Eighth Prince nodded and walked to the middle position. The boy behind him pushed up a board blocked by a white cloth.
"The early spring brings warmth. Today we don't talk about the country and everyone, but about the romance."
As he spoke, he uncovered the white cloth behind him, and the title of today's poem was written on the board.
"Wind Moon".
The time to compose a poem is one stick of incense, which is one hour.
The Eighth Prince looked at everyone with a smile. While everyone was still thinking, Jiang Lai by the window was already writing and writing smoothly.
In his ears, Little Pudding read a sentence, and Jiang Lai copied it.
After lighting a stick of incense and ringing the gong, everyone stopped writing.
There is a book boy who specially collects the works in front of everyone. When Jiang Lai was received, the book boy visibly paused and followed, his face full of admiration and surprise.
All the works were received in front of the Eighth Prince and then posted on the whiteboard, one by one for everyone to appreciate and learn from.
He looked at the first few pages and nodded in praise. Then when he saw the next one, the paper was densely packed with words. The Eighth Prince couldn't help but read it carefully. After just two sentences, his eyes were full of astonishment and admiration.
He hurriedly sat down and read it carefully. After reading it from beginning to end, he couldn't wait to look at the last small print.
Mingyue Tower, Jiang Lai.
Jiang Lai!
Such a piece of poetry, which expresses one's feelings freely and directly, is about romance, family and country, and it was actually written by a woman!
"Okay! Okay! Okay! This poem is the best in my heart since I founded Mingyue Tower! Jiang Lai, you are really a strange woman!"
Everyone sitting here is curious about what kind of article can make the sharp and picky owner of Mingyue Tower praise repeatedly, and even praise it highly!
Everyone rushed to read it, but the Eighth Prince held it in his hands and couldn't put it down and read it over and over again.
"Don't worry, everyone, enjoy the good article, I will read it to you personally!"
"Said the Eighth Prince, holding the words in his hand and reciting loudly.
It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao.
A few clouds of smoke and quinoa are outside the staff, and there is boundless wind and moon in the brocade bag.
The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, the wind and the moon are idle behind the curtain.
A piece of wind and moon, a mirror of mist and rain, my family lives in Taitung, Beijing.
There is a forest of jade beside Su Laodi, and Liuqiao Fengyue is a close friend.
This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Farewell to the prodigal son in Guanshan, watch the wind and moon in the empty boudoir.
The wind and moon are clearing at night, and the mountains and rivers are no longer my hometown.
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After reading it, everyone praised it and asked questions.
"Which talented person did this come from?"
"This is not a talented man, but a talented woman!"
As he spoke, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Lai, the only woman on the third floor. Jiang Lai smiled calmly despite so many eyes.
"It's just arty."
"Don't be so modest! This article by Jiang Cainv is the best in ten years!"
"I can write hundreds of words in just half an hour, and I am so good at it. I am ashamed of myself."
"I wonder if I can copy this article and take it home to enjoy and appreciate it?"
Jiang Lai nodded.
Everyone rushed to copy it, and the eighth prince came directly to Jiang Lai and asked respectfully.
"You are truly a strange girl in my boudoir. It's a pity that I didn't know you before. I would like to ask, can I buy this article?"
The smile on Jiang Lai's face became a little brighter when he heard the word "buy".
“If the boss likes it, it’s okay to give it to you.”
"Although I am the boss, I can't break the rules. Since Jiang Cainv is willing to cut off her love, I will really be lucky today."
In the end, the poem belonged to the eighth prince. In return, the eighth prince gave Jiang Lai a small box of gold bars and immediately ordered that Jiang Lai's poem "Feng Yue Ci" should be included in the "Selected Works of Siku".
This shows that Jiang Lai's poem can not only be recited now, but also continue to be passed down for the children of the emperor's relatives in the capital to recite and learn from childhood.
This is a very high honor for a literary person.
Back at the General's Mansion, Jiang Lai looked at the box of gold in front of him and smiled with satisfaction. (End of chapter)