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    After a long time, Mr. Wushuang gathered his emotions, his eyes were red, and he bowed to Xin Hu in a polite manner.  Said: "This song really touches my heart. I dare to ask Mr. Chen if he can write me the lyrics."

    "Of course." Xin Hu said without thinking.

    She also had a very good impression of Mr. Wu. After all, it was rare to see such a clean and elegant man.  Mr. Wu has a very profound and refined temperament, and a unique style. For a moment, Xin Hu couldn't think of a word to describe Mr. Wu. Anyway, he made people feel very comfortable.

    Mr. Wu was overjoyed and quickly ordered Xiao Liuzi to bring in pen and ink and asked Xin Hu to write it.

    Xin Hu waved his hands repeatedly and said sheepishly: "Well, my handwriting is very bad. It's not easy to show off." She could tell at a glance that this Mr. Wu must be a great talent. There is no ancient talent who is not good at writing.  Good calligraphy, her handwriting is really embarrassing in front of this great talent.

    Mr. Wu glanced at Xin Hu in surprise, a little embarrassed, feeling that he was too abrupt, but he quickly said: "I'll write it."

    Dalang's words "I'll write them." were spoken by Mr. Wu almost at the same time. Naturally, they both heard what the other said. After saying this, they were stunned for a moment and looked at each other with a smile, both feeling embarrassed.

    However, Mr. Wu obviously understood immediately that he should not compete with Dalang, and quickly handed the pen to Dalang.

    Dalang took over the pen and wrote the first untitled poem by Li Shangyin.  This is just a few sentences, very short, and Dalang finished it quickly.

    Dalang's calligraphy is a result of hard practice. Anyone who has seen his handwriting must praise him.  He is still very confident and can write well.

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    "Excellent." Dalang said with a smile.  He was good at handwriting, but he didn't dare to underestimate Mr. Wu. He quickly handed him the pen and asked him to write a poem.

    Xin Hu began to recite the poem "The Song of Burial Flowers". This poem was completely expressed with the feelings of his daughter's family. In addition to being particularly sad, it also expressed the noble and helpless feelings of the heroine. Xin Hu read it slowly, but Mr. Wu wrote it very slowly.  Very attentive.

    Mr. Wu's writing movements are particularly graceful. He uses the pen as if he has a spirit, and the characters in his pen are made of iron and silver hooks. They are vigorous and powerful. Da Lang can't take his eyes off it when he writes.  As soon as he finished writing, Dalang quickly read it carefully and said sincerely: "Master Wu's writing is much better than mine."

    The characters of the two people belong to completely different fonts, but they have their own merits. However, Mr. Wu's characters appear more vigorous and powerful. It is completely impossible to see that an elegant man like him can actually write such a magnificent font. Xinhu and  Dalang was greatly shocked.

    However, Mr. Wu started to recite these two poems as if he had found a treasure. Obviously, the words attracted him more than the tunes. After he finished reciting excitedly, he said with great admiration: "Xiao Mr. Chen, these two poems of yours are of great value."  Qianjin, it¡¯s really well written.¡±

    "Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome." Xin Hu's face turned red. He really wanted to say that he didn't write these at all, but he didn't dare to say it for fear that Mr. Wu and Dalang would investigate their origin.

    A lie must be fulfilled by countless lies, so she never dared to reveal her favorite poems and songs in front of outsiders.  In fact, she can sing more than a dozen songs adapted from these ancient poems.  Usually, I just feel like humming when no one is around, fearing that it will spread to the outside world, and I will be known as a talented woman, and my true colors will be revealed sooner or later.  After all, she herself doesn't know how to compose poetry or lyrics.  At this time, she only regretted that she had not studied hard in the first place.

    "Good songs should be passed down. Do you mind if I pass them on?" Mr. Wu asked cautiously.  If he couldn't sing such a good song, he would definitely not be able to eat or sleep.

    ¡°I don¡¯t mind, good things should be shared.¡± Xin Hu agreed without even thinking about it.

    Dalang frowned and said quickly: "Let's do this. Mr. Wu can spread the song, but he can't name my brother. I don't want to cause trouble."

    Xin Hu actually regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Hearing Dalang¡¯s apology, he nodded quickly.

    Mr. Wu glanced at them in surprise, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Okay. But I can't get these two pieces of music worth thousands of gold in vain."

    Xinhu looked at Dalang, not knowing how to answer the call. Obviously Mr. Wu didn't want to take advantage of him in vain.  Although this is really nothing to her, after all, it is not her own hard work, and she is embarrassed to benefit from it.

    Dalang was also stunned. Of course this could be sold for money, but he reallyXinhu, who is musically inclined, felt like a close friend in this tune.  She understood that Wushuang regarded them as confidants.

    "Aren't you planning to leave Chunfeng Pavilion?" Xin Hu sympathized with this unparalleled man.

    Wushuang smiled bitterly and said: "I can't help it. Wushuang is a ant person, worse than those women in the world. They can still hope that one day they will be good, be redeemed by their benefactors, and be good people. But Wushuang is afraid of leaving in this life.  I won¡¯t leave Chunfeng Pavilion anymore.¡±

    Seeing the unbearable expressions on their faces, Wushuang added: "Actually, I'm living a good life for the time being. After all, I live alone in a single-door house and live a luxurious life. In addition to not being free, I don't lack all the things I should enjoy.  Life like this is much better than those who have nothing to eat and no clothes to wear."

    Xinhu and Dalang couldn't bear it. They sympathized with such a man, but he had to be confined to a dirty place like Chunfeng Pavilion.  Now he can still be sought after by everyone because of his unparalleled elegance.  How will he make a living when he gets old?  At that time, it was definitely impossible for him to receive the preferential treatment from Chunfeng Pavilion like he does now.

    To put it bluntly, he is now a pillar, and he is really good at everything in food, clothing, housing and transportation, but the money he earns for Chunfeng Pavilion is endless.  He went on stage every three days, and although he only played two songs at most each time, the amount of money he received from the reward amounted to at least several hundred taels per performance.  Not to mention some of the treasures specially given to him by some particularly fanatical guests, he basically didn't accept them and gave them all to Chunfeng Pavilion.  This is the money he earns on the surface, but in fact, he earns money in more than two ways.

    How could Chunfeng Pavilion give up a cash cow like him, so it was rumored that someone offered him 10,000 silver but could not redeem him.  This was the price when it was first launched.  Now his net worth can only be higher, but it will be difficult to say in another ten years.

    After all, no matter how outstanding a musician he is, no one comes to Chunfeng Pavilion to listen to music.  Most of the guests who come here come to see his sex, listen to his music, and appreciate his talent. Don't most of them want to possess him?  Because he knows this, he has been holding on to it, hoping that when he grows old and loses his youth, he can leave Chunfeng Pavilion and live a quiet life for a few years.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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