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Chapter 71: Giving Prostitutes

In fact, because it is cursive, many words cannot be identified by people, but the people here are all well-read people. They guessed the words of the whole poem.

In this poem, Wang Hua did not copy the original one. If he copied it, it would be a big problem. He made some small modifications. However, because of this small modification, the meaning has changed a lot. It is reasonable. The one mentioned here is living in the South Gate, saying that he did not hear the music, and used another Luoyang City again. It is obvious that he borrowed fingers and borrowed east things to talk about western things. So many things happened last year, and even assassination came out. Of course, it would be very depressing.

It is also a reason why he left behind to thank the guests. This is too dangerous to go out. If someone assassinated him, not every time he could escape. And his temper was also bad. If he met a guest, the two would not have a good conversation, and it might become a situation for him and Wang Shu again, so it would be better not to see guests.

Look, what a euphemistic statement, without mentioning a single word, it can make people understand so much.

The most important thing is that he is just a child. He went to Luoyang to make a living at such an age. It was very difficult! But that's it. Qi Zhenxuan was wrong, and the young master of the Wang family disdained the future. He didn't want to imagine that if he was Wang Hua's age and family background, would he have such ambition? Do you have this ability? Therefore, he is the same as this Shang concubine, who is a worldly destiny. Why do you have to know each other when you meet him?

At the same time, people are falling in the world, why do you have to know each other when you meet each other? What a timeless sentence, even the proud and arrogant landlord of Shangguan Xiaowan was chewing carefully in her mouth.

However, everyone suspected that he encountered this business woman. Even if he met him, he was not an official like Bai Juyi. He asked someone to play the pipa for himself and would not be bombarded by others! But it was obvious that he asked the middle-aged prostitute who played the pipa to polish ink. It was precisely because the woman who played the pipa was old and weak, that he felt sympathy and felt inspired to write this long poem.

Long poems have very little output in the history of ancient Chinese poetry, not without them. The most famous of them is "Li Sao". Bai Juyi's long poem and his "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" are also two treasures, but compared with "Li Sao", they are still slightly lacking. But there is no need for that poet. He has nothing to do. He takes the poem he wrote and asks people everywhere. Look, do I write this poem with "Li Sao"? I think you are crazy.

Although Wang Hua changed his artistic conception and became a little smaller, it was also a beautiful strange thing!

Especially poetry, the word, although the age of this young man may not be called a masterpiece, it can also be called an important event in the literary world!

However, Wang Hua also made a mistake here. He modified the time and scene, but forgot another thing. The music "Liuyao" has now been passed back to the Tang Dynasty from the Western Regions and has begun to be sung. But "Ni Shang" has not appeared yet. Of course, Di Renjie said in his memorial that he once played a strange song, and later he created "Sansed" again, and everyone thought that "Ni Shang" was another piece of music he invented.

There is another one that is not beautiful because he was inspired by this music prostitute who played the pipa, but this music prostitute was from Zhang Yizhi's house, so it was inevitable that Zhang Yizhi had some bad thoughts about this music prostitute. Therefore, they all quietly looked at Zhang Yizhi's face.

Zhang Yizhi had a smile on his face, a little embarrassed. Wang Hua just used the pitiful experience of this business woman to express a series of injustice and disappointment he encountered. He did not criticize him specifically, and he could not blame him even if he wanted to blame him.

At this time, Wang Hua put down his pen and said softly to the music prostitute: "Madam, thank you."

He was very polite and flattered the prostitute. So many guests with important status and talent have continuously applauded the boy, but they are so polite to him.

She forgot to answer.

Wang Hua then walked to Wu Zetian and gave a gift. At this time, he took two big mouthfuls of water, his little face was blushing and calm, and he looked very cute. Even Princess Taiping showed maternal love and wanted to come over and pinch it.

Wang Hua said: "Your Majesty, my mother has worked hard for many years. As a man in my family, I feel very guilty. Therefore, I love money very much and hope to have more money in my hands."

Many people frowned again.

Although Li Longji said that he had fairy spirit, that was a compliment. However, the temperament of this young man did have the temperament of the famous literati and scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, it was really indecent to mention that he wanted a lot of money.

Wang Hua said again: "Only if you have more money in your hands, I can help my sisters and mothers in my family live a happy life and prevent them from running around and working hard. Only with more money, if you see poor people, I can help them and live a happy life."

Speaking of this, his face darkened and his voice fell: "This is also my great wish!"

It was silent, and after a long time, I applauded again!

So that's it. The theme of this poem is here, and the sound is beyond words, just like the galloping horse lacquer box he made. It clearly refers to horses, but actually refers to people. What a clever idea and a beautiful ambition. In this way, this money is not only good, but also great!

Zhang Yizhi also attacked the case repeatedly and called three times. This sound was beyond words, and it also helped to get rid of the suspicion of abuse of his servants.

At this time, other people could no longer write poems for the same. Not to mention the poems for the same thing as this Pipa Xing, the poems for the same thing were simply a bunch of shit. Even if Wang Hua's heart and ambitions made them unable to write poems for the same thing.

But this incident happened at the banquet, which was an extremely elegant thing. After the banquet, it will also be a beautiful talk and spread in the workshop. In addition, the Wu and Li alliance were very happy during the banquet. This banquet was a very successful grand event.

Of course, what I thank most is Wang Hua’s poem, this big character, and this loves money very much.

Even Wu Zetian walked down from his seat, came to Wang Hua, looked at him carefully, and said, "Very good, you are fine."

The others were not said, but the smiles piled up on her face were obviously very happy. Now some people are not jealous, what is talent? This is talent. But more people are not impressed by Wang Hua's age. Talent is not good either. Song Zhiwen also has talent, but how many people are impressed by him? But even if they have talent, lofty ambitions and good character, they are not the same.

Wu Zetian waved at the music prostitute again and said, "Come here too."

The prostitute walked over carefully, not even dared to say anything, and her body trembled. She did not have the courage of Wang Hua, and the Lord in front of her was His Majesty.

Wu Zetian held her mouth with her hands and took a look. Although she was in her thirties, the music prostitute looked pretty and was wearing clean. She asked, "What's your name?"

The prostitute carefully replied: "I am called Xiangzi."

"Xiangzi, the name sounds pretty good. Let's do it. From today on, you can convince Xiaolang Jia from Xiaolang."

Although she seemed to have not been concerned about Wang Hua, she also heard some news. She was already worried, and Wang Hua had made such a big noise. If she didn't care about it, it would be strange. She also knew that Wang Hua now lives in the farm in Baolinzhai, Nanmen, and lives alone, without servants to serve him. Today, Wang Hua happened to write a poem, which is considered to be destined to be this music prostitute, so she asked this music prostitute to serve him.

Of course, she also has this right. First of all, she is His Majesty the Emperor, and Zhang Yizhi is also her number one male "concubine". The slaves of the Zhang family are also her slaves, so they directly gave Xiangzi to Wang Hua.

It's just that someone smiled strangely.

This music prostitute is so old, what should Wang Hua take back to do? Be an old mom, or a very large maid? Or do other things?
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