With a flourish of his pen, he wrote a seven-character quatrain.

Qingpingdiao

Tang, Li Bai

The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick.

If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.

Ye Feng admired his ugly calligraphy for a while, then quickly checked out the words "Tang Li Bai" and changed it to his pen name An Lingche.

"Almost exposed..."

Just as everyone was writing, a wealthy businessman suddenly stood up and bowed.

"Miss Yingmei dropped out of school due to a poor family when she was young. Although she can't write, she has read various classics over the years. I feel that the evaluation of poetry cannot be limited to reciting between pens and inkstones.

It can also become a masterpiece for the ages.”

Translated in human language, this sentence is: I can’t write, can I read out the poem?

As soon as these words came out, they naturally aroused bursts of laughter from the wealthy businessmen around him.

This man's surname was Liu, and he was a butcher. He was used to selling meat naked on weekdays. He had never read a book and didn't speak, and he used all kinds of vulgar language in his mouth.

For today's arcade poem competition, he specially customized a satin robe in advance. However, he has gained weight recently, so when he wore the originally well-fitting robe, the layers of swimming rings were exposed, which made him feel particularly happy.

Yingmei raised her fan slightly, covered her mouth, and chuckled a few times: "Of course you can, please invite the guests to recite the masterpiece."

Butcher Liu turned around and coaxed a few times, interrupting everyone's laughter.

Then, under the expectant gaze of everyone, he stood with his hands behind his hands.

He cleared his throat and began to chant.

"Miss Yingmei is in her prime, with fair skin and beauty like a delicate flower. I really want to take you home..."

Before Butcher Liu could finish his words, the people around him started shouting: "Why are you taking me home? Are you selling meat with me?"

Butcher Liu ignored the crowd's cheers and looked directly at Miss Yingmei in front of him, his face suddenly turning red.

He quickly lowered his head, stopped looking at Miss Yingmei, and read the last sentence loudly: "I will give birth to a fat baby next year."

After reading, he hurriedly sat down and covered his red face with his hands, feeling very "shy."

I don’t know where this limerick was pieced together, and it rhymed quite a bit. But the result was already expected, and it naturally made everyone laugh.

Miss Yingmei laughed so much that her stomach ached, and she had tears in her eyes.

Now, Butcher Liu felt even more embarrassed: "Miss Yingmei, I... will come see you another day!"

After saying that, he covered his red face, stood up and ran out of the room amidst the laughter of everyone.

After the small episode, the atmosphere in the room became more pleasant. Several maids came forward, collected the poems written on everyone's papers, and handed them to Yingmei.

This is the first level of this Qilou Poetry Competition. Composing poems based on propositions belongs to f

eestyle.

Everyone's works do not need to be submitted to the oiran, they can be reviewed by the magistrate of the same level.

In the distance, Yingmei looked at everyone's poems, sometimes hiding her face and laughing, sometimes blushing, sometimes frowning slightly.

Ye Feng sat in the corner, drinking warm wine from the cup, feeling confident.

"If my poem fails, I will not give face to the poet Li Taibai! But having said that, if I can pass, I really want to be Li Bai, at least I can tease the girls in the brothel."

Over a cup of tea, the first level of the Qilou Poetry Competition has come to an end. Seven guests, including Ye Feng, successfully passed the level.

The maid came forward again and handed out a fan to each of the seven people. This was a voucher for going to the third floor.

"Guests who have passed the customs are invited to go upstairs, and other guests should be patient. Yingmei has prepared fine wine for everyone, and your order will be in charge of the drinking order. I hope everyone has a good time tonight."

The seven people who passed the customs, except Ye Feng, were all bachelors of letters. They congratulated each other hypocritically and walked to the third floor.

Ye Feng held a fan and walked at the end of the queue.

When passing by Miss Yingmei, Ye Feng deliberately slowed down and looked her up and down.

"Mr. An, please stay."

Yingmei called Ye Feng in a low voice and gestured to him at the same time: "Master An, please lend me a step to speak."

Looking at the backs of the six people walking away, Ye Feng nodded and followed Yingmei to the back of the gauze curtain.

Every brothel has its own oiran, and a girl who can be called an oiran must be proficient in poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even the most beautiful ladies cannot compare with her.

Because of the special status of the courtesan, the place where she lived was unmatched by other women. In the backyard of the brothel, she would probably have the first floor to herself.

Wanting to meet an oiran is even more difficult than going to the sky. It doesn't take money.

Yan'er, the courtesan of Qiuyue Tower, is such a existence.

Follow Miss Yingmei through the side hall and come to a straight staircase, where you can go directly to the pavilion.

"Mr. An, please come with me."

Miss Yingmei bowed slightly and walked in front, leading the way for Ye Feng.

After walking up the stairs, it suddenly became clear that this is the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, the first thing you see is a large piece of pink gauze curtain. Behind the layers of gauze, there seems to be a scene of red flowers, green willows, and birds and birds.

This hazy beauty gives people endless associations.

Continuing to walk inside, the unique fragrance of rouge and wine blended with each other and hit your nose.

This smell alone is enough to make one's bones become half crispy.

Passing through layers of pink gauze curtains, there is a flower door, inside which is the boudoir of Yan'er, the courtesan of Qiuyue Tower.

Miss Yingmei stood at the door and called out: "Madam, there are distinguished guests coming to the door."

After a while, an echo came from inside: "Mr. An, please wait in the tea room. I will come right away."

"Mr. An, please come." Yingmei bowed slightly and raised her hand to signal him to come in.

Ye Feng smiled faintly: "As soon as a distinguished guest arrives, Miss Yan'er will know that it is me?"

Yingmei smiled and said, "My lady's only guest is Mr. An."

Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction, took out two ingots of silver from his waist, and handed them to Miss Yingmei together: "I'll give you this ingot of silver to add some boxes of rouge powder. Take this ingot of silver to the first floor,

Find some lovely girls and some jugs of good wine for my two friends."

"Thank you Mr. An, I'll do it right away."

Yingmei bowed and saluted, turned around and left.

…

On the first floor, Wu Teng and Fan Ai exchanged cups, listening to the charming voice of the girl next to them and looking at the graceful figures on the dance floor, their faces lit up with joy.

After a while, Miss Yingmei came to the table with several young and beautiful beauties: "Are you Mr. Wu and Mr. Fan?"

Wu Teng and Fan Ai were stunned and nodded.

With a smile on her face, Miss Yingmei said softly: "A friend of the two young masters asked me to come and bring a message. He is going to spend a good night with the courtesan Yan'er tonight, and he has specially ordered me to take you two to the private room on the second floor.

Food and wine have been prepared there."

After saying that, Miss Yingmei glanced at the red waiter behind her: "You haven't waited for the two young masters to move to the private room."

Wu Teng and Fan Ai looked confused.
Chapter completed!