Chu Jianjia is indeed a courtesan.
The music she played was melodious and moving, and there was a sense of helplessness in the world, which fit her situation in the brothel perfectly, and she was singing the fullest of the people in the song.
Qin Ying was also fascinated by it for a while.
This song and the lyrics are really good.
Feng Moting's face was flushed with excitement, and he looked at Chu Jianjia playing with admiration in his eyes.
"I'm sorry to show you my poor performance." Chu Jianjia smiled lightly.
"Come, drink." Qin Ying poured a glass of wine for Chu Jianjia.
The latter reached out to take it and drank it all without saying anything.
"It's too boring to just drink, why don't we recite poems and write couplets?"
Qin Ying looked at Feng Moting with a smile, "Since you are the first in the imperial examination, there is no need to say more about your literary talent. This poetry contest in the brothel is the favorite thing of talented people. Brother Feng, you are not afraid, right?"
Hearing this, Feng Moting fell silent, and he didn't seem to like showing off his literary talent.
Besides, one article is enough for him, why should he use poetry contest to prove himself?
"This young man is the first in the imperial examination?" Chu Jianjia looked at Feng Moting in surprise, her eyes changed several times, and she was surprised again and again.
"I really didn't expect that the young man would not show his true face."
She only thought Feng Moting was a poor scholar with great literary talent, but she didn't expect that he had a great background and was the first in the imperial examination.
After passing the imperial examination, you can enter the palace examination.
It is said that the palace examination is presided over by the emperor.
Once you pass it, you will be the champion.
Feng Moting was embarrassed and said, "How dare I."
"Hey, your literary talent should be shown to others, otherwise who would know that you are full of knowledge?" Qin Ying said with a smile.
"That's right, since Mr. Feng has real talent, why don't you show it?" Chu Jianjia also encouraged.
Her eyes had completely changed when she looked at Feng Moting.
Just now, her attention was on Qin Ying.
Feng Moting was plain-looking and poorly dressed. Although he was talented, it was not worth paying much attention to.
But when Qin Ying introduced him as the first place in the imperial examination, Chu Jianjia's view of him changed completely.
Her eyes seemed to be shining and full of admiration.
The women in the brothel usually come into contact with the most literati and poets, and the courtesans can be said to have seen countless people. I don't know how many talented men have worked hard and poured their hearts out just to get close to him.
Although the Han Dynasty was founded on military power, this does not mean that the status of literati is low. On the contrary, among the seven hegemons in the Spring and Autumn Period, it has always been military generals who conquered the world and civil officials who ruled the country.
In the court of the Han Dynasty, almost all the first-rank officials were civil officials.
Therefore, real talents were still very precious in the Han Dynasty.
It's a pity that many people ran to Wei after they finished their studies.
After all, Wei treated scholars the best among the seven countries.
"Brother Feng, do you want to play a hand?" Qin Ying asked with a smile.
Feng Moting thought for a moment, but when he saw Chu Jianjia's expectant eyes, he immediately made up his mind and said, "Okay!"
A proud confidence suddenly ignited in his eyes.
He didn't know how talented Qin Ying was.
But he was confident that he was not inferior to others.
Just based on his ability to get the first place in the examination, looking at the imperial capital, there were very few people who could compete with him in literature.
"How about I go first?" Qin Ying saw what he was thinking and didn't say much. "Each of us will write three poems, lyrics or poems." After Qin Ying finished speaking, he stood up and pretended to be in deep thought. He walked seven steps in the room and chanted: "The jade incense burner, the red wax tears, shine on the autumn thoughts in the painting hall. Eyebrows are thin, hair is withered, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. The rain on the parasol tree, the rain at midnight, does not say that the sorrow of separation is bitter. Night after night, one sound after another, the empty steps drip with light." After Qin Ying finished chanting, he said, "This is the first lyric, and the next is the poem." "The grape wine is in the luminous cup, and the pipa is urging me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles since ancient times." Qin Ying finished chanting. For a moment, the room was quiet. The expressions of the two people had frozen. Qin Ying continued to chant the third poem. "The chestnut horse has just mounted a white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold after the battle.
The iron drums on the city wall are still resounding, and the blood on the golden sword in the box has not dried yet." Two poems in one word.
"Young master... a great talent."
Chu Jianjia's pretty face flushed with excitement.
She didn't expect that Qin Ying could speak eloquently and was a great talent with a wealth of knowledge.
Feng Moting stared at Qin Ying with a dull look, and the smile on his face was as stiff as a wax figure.
At this moment, his confidence collapsed.
"Brother Feng, it's your turn."
Qin Ying reminded him.
Feng Moting immediately stood up and looked at Qin Ying. His face was calm and he said sincerely: "I am not very talented and I have only met a master today."
"You won this poetry contest, I admire you!"
Qin Ying didn't expect that he would accept the defeat so directly, and when he admitted defeat, he didn't even feel embarrassed at all.
Qin Ying thought that he would be angry and humiliated after being hit, but he didn't expect that... However, this made Qin Ying want to conquer him even more.
This person has outstanding literary talent. Although he is arrogant, he is not narrow-minded.
"Feng Moting, you have talent and ambition, but your ambition must not be too high. When you enter the court as an official, you must get rid of your arrogance and only keep your pride."
Qin Ying said slowly.
"I know."
Feng Moting was not annoyed. Thinking that he was complacent about an article just now, and even kept talking about the way of saints, he felt ashamed.
The other party was so talented, but he was not arrogant, but he was arrogant just because he read more books.
"You can listen to it, and you will have a bright future."
Qin Ying felt more and more that he had picked up a treasure.
Originally thought that he would have to knock it a little more.
Unexpectedly, he was so tactful.
Qin Ying had no ill intentions.
He just wanted Feng Moting to know that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Those with outstanding literary talent should not be arrogant.
Otherwise, it is easy to arouse jealousy.
This is the way to be a person and the way to be an official.
"You..."
Qin Ying just opened his mouth when he suddenly heard a roar from downstairs.
"Get out! Don't you want to live?"
"My father is Zhao Kuo! Zhao Kuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue!"
Qin Ying frowned and walked to the window to look down.
I saw in the lobby of Zuixianlou.
A group of people were smashing and looting everywhere, and many people were injured on the ground.
The leader was a young man with brocade clothes and oily hair and powdered face.
He grabbed a woman in red clothes and walked out, cursing.
"A bunch of low-class people, they all don't want to live anymore!"
"Today I will take Meng Xiruo away. What do you mean you only sell your art but not your body? If you don't sell your body, why did you go to the brothel? Why are you pretending to be noble!"
At this time, the madam cried and knelt in front of the young man.
"Mr. Zhao Ying, you can't take her away."
As soon as the madam finished speaking, Zhao Ying stepped forward and kicked her out.
The madam was kicked and bleeding at the corner of her mouth, but she still crawled back and hugged Zhao Ying's thigh, crying and begging: "The four courtesans all sell their art but not their bodies. You can't do this, Mr. Zhao, please be magnanimous and let her go."
Zhao Ying's face was ferocious, and he kicked the madam away.
"Zhao Kuo is my father! This Zuixianlou is my family's property. What's the big deal about playing with a woman? Who dares to stop me!"
Qin Ying looked upstairs.
Through the conversation below, he roughly knew what happened.
It should be that Zhao Ying wanted to get Meng Xiruo, one of the four most beautiful women, but the other party obviously looked down on him, so this second-generation ancestor used force.
Those who beat him were all his servants.
He never knew what a dandy hooligan looked like, but Zhao Ying's appearance made him understand.
Especially the bullying spirit that made people want to beat him to death.
Qin Ying took out a gold bar and threw it from a high altitude.
Three seconds later.
"Ah!"
"Who, who threw the gold bar!"
"Master, the master's head is broken and bleeding."
"Which turtle bastard threw a gold bar and hit my master, get out now!"