Lu Fei felt helpless. He thought of a poem and recited it, "There was a beauty in Luoyang, peerless and independent. Her first glance could topple a city, her second glance could topple a country."
Wang Ke glared at him and said, "I asked you to compose a poem, not plagiarize."
Lu Fei's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that the poem already existed. He smiled and said, "Second Miss, please don't be angry. I was just warming up. Let me think about it."
He pondered for a long time and said, "Thinking of her clothes in the clouds, her face in the flowers, the spring breeze brushing against the railings. If we did not meet on top of the jade mountain, we would meet under the moon in the jade pavilion. "
"Good." Wang Jing was the first to applaud. He said, "There's a lot of affection in this. Could it be that Lu Fei is thinking of someone?"
Wang Jing said, "Don't mess around in a public place like this."
Wang Ke stopped and said, "Look, the Minister of Public Works is here."
Everyone looked out the window and saw a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walk into the hall. He went straight up the stairs. Below him, someone said loudly, "Today, the Minister of Public Works has invited an acrobatic performance troupe from a foreign vassal state."
This person was very long-winded. He spoke for a long time, mostly praising Sikong Tangzhen. Lu Fei almost fell asleep listening to him. After a while, the acrobatic troupe came up to perform. Lu Fei glanced at them. It was an ordinary performance. Lu Fei had seen many of them. During the performance, the troupe pulled out an elephant, which surprised the nobles. There were also some python performances. Lu Fei saw that everyone around him was watching attentively. It was not good for him to doze off, so he looked down in a daze.
After a long time, the acrobatic performance finally ended. Diao Chan went out to prepare. After a song and dance performance, it was her turn to appear.
At this time, every room was served with food. Lu Fei was bored, so he sat at the table, eating meat and drinking wine. Wang Ke was a good drinker and insisted on competing with Lu Fei in drinking. At this time, the entire building was very lively. Many young masters gathered together to brag and drink. After passing through the array door, a large group of people walked in. Most of them were Wang Jing's friends. One of the young masters saw Lu Fei and said in surprise, "So Brother Lu is also here."
Most of these people were Wang Jing's good friends. Although there were quite a few of them, the room was big enough, so it didn't seem crowded. Everyone was here to drink, make music, and compose poems. At this moment, someone said, "Miss Diao Chan is going to sing." Everyone sat in front of the window to watch. Under the protection of a group of geishas, Diao Chan's figure appeared in the hall. Behind her was a group of musicians playing. Diao Chan held a pipa in her hands and played it as she sang.
Lu Fei thought that in this era, men would compete in martial arts and poetry, while women would compete in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Needlework was something that the children of high officials and nobles would naturally not do.
After a while, Diao Chan finished singing. The Young Master in embroidered clothes was the first to applaud, followed by the cheers of the audience. Lu Fei thought to himself that this silk-clothed Young Master was definitely not an ordinary person. While everyone was still immersed in Diao Chan's singing, he was the first to come back to his senses. This showed how brilliant this person was.
After Diao Chan left, there was a lot of discussion on the floor above and below. They were all talking about how good Diao Chan's zither skills were. Wang Ke suddenly said, "Were you really the one who wrote the lyrics for this song?"
Lu Fei nodded. Wang Ke said, "It's said that writing lyrics requires one to have some understanding of music. So you also know about music?"
Lu Fei said, "About that … I know a thing or two."
Wang Ke said happily, "That's the best."
Lu Fei said in surprise, "What's the best?"
Wang Ke said to Wang Jing, "Big Brother, let me borrow your Mr. Lu for a while."
Wang Jing was about to say something, but the others were unwilling. The silk-clothed Young Master said, "We can't leave so easily. Let Young Master Lu compose a poem for us first. If everyone is satisfied, we'll let Young Master Lu leave."
It seemed that Lu Fei's reputation had already spread far and wide in Luoyang. Wang Ke saw that the other party had the advantage in numbers, so he did not insist. He gave Lu Fei a look and said, "Quick, compose a poem."
Lu Fei rolled his eyes, thinking that composing a poem could not be done in one go. The silk-clothed Young Master said, "Recently, there have been many battles at the border. Why don't Brother Lu write a poem?"
Lu Fei paced around the room and suddenly said, "Brush and ink."
Someone immediately prepared a brush and ink outside the door. Not long after, a waiter brought it over. Lu Fei stood by the wall and pretended to ponder. Then, he dipped the brush in ink and wrote on the wall. At this time, Lu Fei was already very famous in Luoyang. The boss was eager for Lu Fei to inscribe a poem on his wall. This way, there would be many people coming to watch.
When the crowd saw Lu Fei write a line, they followed and said, "The rivers and mountains of the country enter the map of war. The people are not Le Qiao Su. Based on Jun Mo's words, a general's success is built on ten thousand dead bodies. Rumor has it that a hundred gods worry about one war. The strong soldiers on both sides never rest. Who says Western Liang is always fine? Recently, blood has been flowing. "
After the crowd finished reciting, they applauded. Even the people downstairs were full of praise when they heard it. Wang Ke said, "The poem is done. Let's go." With that said, she ignored the objections of the crowd and forcefully pulled Lu Fei out of the door.
Lu Fei asked, "Where are we going?"
Wang Ke said, "Just follow me." She pulled Lu Fei around the corridor and stopped outside a door. She heard a burst of laughter from a woman inside. Wang Ke immediately pushed the door open and walked in. She said loudly, "Look who I've brought here!"
Lu Fei looked around and saw that the entire room was filled with women. Among them, there was only one young master. He gently fanned himself with a folding fan and looked elegant. He was curiously sizing up Lu Fei. Lu Fei only glanced at him before looking elsewhere. He saw Diao Chan among them. Perhaps all the rich women in Luoyang were gathered here.
Most of the women did not know Lu Fei. A beauty sitting closest to Lu Fei asked, "Who is this?"
Lu Fei saw that she was beautiful and was slightly older. Perhaps she was already married. However, age did not affect her beauty.
Wang Ke said proudly, "This is my big brother's follower, Mr. Lu, Lu Fei."
The women came to a realization and laughed, "So it's Young Master Lu. Come and sit here."
Lu Fei laughed bitterly. He thought that it was a little awkward now. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Sisters, your beauty dazzles me. I can no longer tell the direction."
The older woman laughed, "You know how to talk. Quickly sit down." As she said that, she pulled Lu Fei to sit beside her. Lu Fei said in fear and trepidation, "Sisters, thank you for your appreciation." After he said that, he bowed to the crowd, causing the women to laugh.
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