A pair of plain hands stroked the strings of the piano, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, like a butterfly flying on the string. Then the beautiful melody sounded. The cloud sleeves gently sang butterfly, and sang softly in the mouth: "The mist is thick and clouds are sad forever, and the auspicious brain is eliminating the gold beast... The festival is Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow and gauze cabinet, the cold is clear in the middle of the night...

After the east fence is filled with wine at dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves... Don’t say it is not so enchanting, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

The song ended, and a gust of wind blew by. Yu Xuanji looked a little thin, with a hint of sadness in his eyebrows. He stood up and gave everyone a blessing, brushing his hands across his ears that were blown by the wind.

"Don't say it's not so enchanting, the curtain rolls up the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers..." Yang Magistrate repeated the last three sentences Yu Xuanji sang just now, instead nodding, and exclaimed loudly: "There is a quiet and desolate voice and emotion!"

"No word is elegant" is Kuang Gong's evaluation of this word.

"Don't say it's not so enchanting, the curtain rolls up the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers... If you don't have a word, you will be full of romanticism!" Mr. Lu took a sip of green lotus wine and exclaimed.

Many talents also praised them. Everyone here has spent countless time and effort on poetry. The quality of a poem can be distinguished at once. However, they are discussing this in private as if it was a lyrics of "Drunk Flower Yin" that they had never heard of before.

At this time, a talented man stood up and bowed to Yu Xuanji, and said, "Xiao Sheng is abrupt. I dare to ask everyone Yu Xuanji, is this word written by everyone Yu Xuanji?" Then he added, "Xiao Sheng has no malicious intentions, but only admires the talent of the author of this word."

Everyone present was looking at Yu Xuanji at this time, and they also hoped to know who the lyricist was.

Yu Xuanji shook his head slightly. If Yu Xuanji noticed Cao Yi at this time, he would find that Cao Yi had been shaking his head at him and signaled her not to say it out. Unfortunately, Yu Xuanji was still immersed in the desolate mood of the poem "Drunk Flower Yin", so he just answered subconsciously.

"It was given to me by Mr. Cao Yi and Cao, as one of the rewards for this performance."

With a "coaxing", the scene seemed to be in an uproar. Cao Yi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw everyone's surprised gazes looking at him.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao, a later generation of Ci Zong. When Li Qingzhao made this poem, he was exactly twenty years old and had been married to Zhao Mingcheng for two years. Unfortunately, shortly after the two got married, Zhao Mingcheng "traveled a longing" and the two had to separate temporarily. On the Double Ninth Festival, Li Qingzhao wrote this poem to express his longing for her newlywed husband and wrote about her longing for the hope that they could reunite, so the lines were filled with a strong lovesickness in the boudoir.

This is also because the three old men and everyone looked at Cao Yi with surprise. Just like in later generations, a handsome young man sang a feminine female tone when performing and singing, and he always felt surprised.

"Uh...When I wrote this poem... I did because I invited Yu Xuanji to perform and agreed to give her three lyrics, so I was a little biased towards Xuanji when I wrote it, which facilitates her to perform and chant. On the other hand, I happened to read "Luoyang Jialan" before writing this poem "Drunk Flower Yin". I was moved by the love story in it and felt it for a moment, so I wrote this poem..." Cao Yi explained it, and then retelled the story he told Tan Yun to everyone. After listening to it, everyone naturally praised the woman who was waiting for the remnant, and expressed that this woman was indeed worthy of writing such a poem for her.

Tan Yun, not far away, pouted and muttered: "Young Master is so biased. For the same story, the one who gave Sister Xuanji was "Drunk Flower Yin" with lyrics and songs, but the one who gave Xiao Tanyun was a folk tune that could not be sang casually without music scores."

The Musk Moon next to him heard it, smiled and patted Tan Yun on the shoulder and said, "No, I think "Fireworks are easy to cold" is more suitable for that story than "Drunk Flowers".

...

After resting for a while, Yu Xuanji sat down and continued to perform. While gently stroking the strings in his hand, he opened his lips and sang: "Take a pot with the guest, Jiang Han's autumn shadows are flying for the first time, and laughing when he is young, chrysanthemums must be put on their heads..."

"I'm drunk but I'm paying for the festival. Yunqiao, I don't have to complain about the slanting sunset when I climb. Who has never grown old in ancient times? How many, why should I get more clothes on Niushan?"

After the song was sung, everyone commented, some people praised the tranquility and optimistic, some people praised the feelings and the meaning, and some people were refined and refined. This time, before anyone could ask questions, Yu Xuanji gave him a blessing and said, "This poem was also written by Mr. Cao, and was used to cheer up the performance of today's Double Ninth Festival."

Cao Yi saw the eyes of everyone and smiled bitterly: "I read the poem "Climbing the Mountain on Nine Days" by Mr. Fan Chuan a few days ago. I hope you can forgive me."

"Your playful works are of this level, so what do we think of? Boy Cao Yi, being too humble is not necessarily a good thing," said the crazy man jokingly, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

"The autumn shadow of Jiang Han is flying for the first time, and the guest carries the pot on the green light.

It is rare to laugh when you are in the world, and chrysanthemums must be filled with their heads.

But you will be drunk and don’t have to climb to the sunset.

This is the case since ancient times, why should Niushan be alone in his clothes?”

After chanting Du Mu's "Nine Days of Qi Mountain Climbing High" and thinking about Yu Xuanji's singing "Ding Fengbo" just now, he paused and said: "It is true that only a young friend Zhao Zheng, who is not obsessed with poetry but is talented, can do such an incredible behavior. The whole article comes from "Nine Days of Qi Mountain Climbing High" but also has a wonderful writing, and it transforms the original poem like an antelope hanging on its horns, making it even more open-minded."

After another round of reviews and discussions, Yu Xuanji performed a few more songs and danced a dance, and then took a break with a breath. At this time, several songs of Chongyang lyrics were already on the beginning, and more and more talented men began to participate, singing their own poems, or walking to the table next to which the four treasures of the study had already prepared, and writing them, and after writing, they would circulate the paper to others. Perhaps it was really a heart-warming and a poetic spirit, and the atmosphere of the Chongyang literary event on site became more and more lively.

After a while, the prefect of Jiangning, Duke Yang stood up and said to everyone and Cao Yi, "Duke Lu, Duke Kuang, Zhao Zhengshi nephew, all the talented men in Jiangning, I am busy with official duties and cannot be delayed, so I will leave first. You can gather together and say goodbye!"

Everyone present quickly stood up and saw him off. At this time, Cao Yi shouted anxiously: "Mr. Yang, please stay for a while!"

"Oh? Does Nephew Zhao Zhengshi have anything else to say to me?" Yang said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Yang, this is what I gave you to you. Please be sure to accept it." Cao Yi took a piece of copper from Hongxiu's hand and presented it to Mr. Yang. Yang took it and looked it over and over again. He found that the upper part of the front was engraved with two small characters "Jiangning", the middle part was the three large characters "Zuixianlou", the middle part was the middle part was the word "Tian" and the lower part was the word "Jiaziyi". It is a bit similar to a token, but it is much thinner.

"Uh... Nephew Zhao Zhengshi, what is this bronze ware? What is it? Is it useful?" Yang asked, picking up the copper piece in his hand.

"Yang Gong, this is the 'Tianzi VIP Card' of Zuixianlou. Anyone who holds this kind of card in your hand comes to Zuixianlou to drink alcohol. All costs will be reduced by 30%, and only 70% must be paid. Only customers with VIP cards can buy 'Qinglian Wine'."

At this time, everyone was paying attention to what the items in Yang Magistrate Yang’s hands were and what their specific uses were, so Cao Yi explained loudly so that everyone could hear them clearly.

"Mr. Yang, everyone, Zuixianlou is divided into three categories of cards. The Tianzi VIP card is cast in brass. It requires pre-saving 100 taels of silver to obtain. All costs are reduced by 30%, and only 70% are required."

Cao Yi then took out a black iron piece and raised it to show everyone, saying, "This is the VIP card with earth. It is cast by black iron. It requires pre-saving fifty taels of silver to obtain. All costs are reduced by 20%, and only 80% are required."

After saying that, he raised another bright white ‘card’, raised it to everyone, and said, “This one is a VIP card with Xuan characters, and is cast by tin ore. It requires pre-store twenty taels of silver to obtain. All costs are reduced by 10% and 90% of the items are required. Behind all the cards, different VIPs are corresponding to the numbers of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, such as Yang Gong, the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the number is one.”

Cao Yi paused and continued, "You are here to support us today. I am grateful to you. Mr. Yang, Mr. Kuang, and Mr. Lu all gave VIP cards with Tianzi, and all the talented men here gave VIP cards with Dizi. These are just some of my thoughts. I originally wanted to give them to you at the end of the Double Ninth Festival. Now Mr. Yang wants to take one step first. Let's send them first. I hope you can accept them and take care of your business in the future."

Cao Yi first sent Yang Magistrate out of the restaurant gate, and then returned to hand over the two VIP cards with the word "Tian" to Mr. Lu and Kuang Gong. The VIP cards of other talented scholars were distributed by Hongxiu, Jingyue and his maids.
Chapter completed!