The Unscrupulous Veterinarian Chapter 206: The Oiran’s Question
The oiran poses the question
"The oiran seduces people with his writing. This is such a familiar plot! It has been shown on TV in the previous life, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes here. It seems that the trip to Chu State will not be so lonely.
It turns out that the ancients also had so much entertainment. It would be good to experience it. If possible, you can plagiarize a few classic words and phrases to shock you so-called talents to death." Murong Feng walked away with a bit of a sinister smile on his lips.
Got in.
The hall inside is brightly lit, but an unknown stone is placed there. It uses the reflective principle of the bronze mirror to illuminate the place exceptionally brightly, which is not much worse than the electric lights in the previous life.
The melodious vocal music came in, melodious and melodious, but there was a touch of melancholy and sadness in the voice, but Murong Feng ignored it. How could a prostitute be not like this? There are so many miserable people in the world, and she is the only one left behind.
More or less, she is a lot.
There are more than a dozen round tables in the hall, with four original stools placed among them. Almost every table is filled with young people. Each of these young people looks noble, and they are obviously the sons of princes and noble families.
But what is surprising is that these princes did not make any loud noises. Instead, they were quite quiet. They all shook their heads and seemed to be savoring the mystery of vocal music. Murong Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth and casually found a corner where he was not paying attention.
On the wall, my mind was still in the mystery of the God-breaking Art. How could I hear the ordinary vocal music? It was not the illusory killing array played by the beauties from the Piaomiao Pavilion.
After the song ended, Murong Feng also opened his eyes, but the dozens of princes below clapped their hands at the same time, cheering loudly, wishing they could beat their hands to pieces. Murong Feng looked surprised at this time. These princes
Your Majesty, I don’t usually have any kind of woman, but she’s just an oiran, and what I don’t like is just a prostitute, so she’s so crazy.
"Thank you all for your support. The little girl Lan Yan is so polite. Previously it was just a little girl's meager skills. Lan Yan's rules are very simple. The little girl will set the topic tonight. No matter whether you are writing poems or lyrics, as long as it is close to the topic
I mean, after choosing the best one, the little girl will belong to this young master tonight." A gentle and generous voice came from the top of the hall, but there was a curtain across it, so I didn't know what it looked like.
But seeing the madness of these young masters, and knowing that this woman was absolutely extraordinary in appearance, Murong Feng once again showed some interest, but thought in his heart, you are so beautiful, how can you compare to my Qingqing and Lan?
Son?
"Miss Lan Yan, please come up with the questions quickly! We can't wait to spend the night with you."
"Yes! I've heard for a long time that Miss Lan Yan is unparalleled in talent and beauty. I, my lord, have traveled thousands of miles from Pengcheng just to see you, Miss Lan Yan!"
“…”
A group of young men and young masters started making a commotion. It was obvious that Lan Yan was so famous that someone actually traveled thousands of miles just to meet her, who was just a prostitute.
"Masters, please wait a moment. Lan Yan has already come up with the topic. He will take plum blossom as the title. Regardless of the poetry vocabulary, the time limit is one hour. This is the first test. For those who can do it, Lan Yan will naturally announce the next one.
Those who have not solved the test questions will be eliminated. The time has begun and all the gentlemen are invited." A faint voice came from above the curtain, which seemed to be filled with endless sorrow.
The princes in the hall suddenly became extremely quiet again. They all frowned and thought hard, shaking their paper fans. Only the sound of opening and closing could be heard from the paper fans from time to time.
Murong Feng, on the other hand, looked on with cold eyes and sneered slightly. Taking plum blossoms as the title, do you want to use plum blossoms as a metaphor for your own nobility? Does it mean that you are proud? It's really interesting. I am becoming more and more interested in you.
, I want to see that there is no truly unparalleled talent among these princes.
"I have thought of it, Miss Lan Yan, listen carefully, there is a thunder in the sky, plum blossoms are flying, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ten." A young man full of noble spirit opened his paper fan and revealed
A bit of pride.
"Ha ha!"
"Haha! This is called poetry, and it doesn't even have any charm. It just made me laugh to death."
"Yes, yes, are you the prince from Pengcheng? Mr. Xiangba, who has never seen the world, go back quickly! This is the imperial capital, not your countryside."
The young man's face turned pale and he said angrily: "Don't worry about it. Anyway, I have already done it. If you have the ability, you can do it yourself. Those who laugh at others will also laugh at them. Just do it!"
But there was silence in the place, and no one made a sound at all. Taking plum as the title seems simple, but if you want to write its artistic conception in the poem, it is not something that ordinary people can understand, especially those who were born in a wealthy family.
, it is even more difficult to imagine the spirit and pride of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the severe cold and bloom proudly.
"Hey! It seems that I have no chance to meet you young masters today. The young lady can only look forward to the next fragrance meeting with you young masters. Although this young master wrote poems with plum blossoms, the artistic conception and charm of plum blossoms cannot be understood by him at all.
So I can only regretfully tell you young masters that you have lost." There was a hint of sigh in the faint voice, but more of it was filled with endless sorrow.
"It is known in the snow that spring has arrived, the winter plum blossoms are dotted with delicate branches, the fragrant face is half-opened and charming, in the court, the beauty is bathing with fresh makeup. Fortune may be intentional, so I teach you that the bright moon is exquisite. Let's appreciate the golden statue's deep green.
Ants, don’t stop being drunk, this flower is not comparable to other flowers.”
A song called "The Proud Fisherman" by Li Qingzhao slowly came out of Murong Feng's mouth. The lyrics and music were full of charm, hinting at Lan Yan's mood at this time. In an instant, the audience burst into strong applause, and Murong Feng was extraordinarily handsome.
, there is an ethereal smell of a cultivator on his body.
This made the prince in the scene dare not underestimate him, thinking that he was a young hero from that famous family. When Murong Feng finished one of his words, there was no sound from above for a long time. Murong Feng didn't want to participate at first, but Lan Yan
This promiscuous woman actually used plum blossoms to symbolize her pride and state of mind. Murong Feng couldn't help but want to meet this strange woman, and shamelessly plagiarized Li Qingzhao's poem from the Song Dynasty.
"A good sentence is not to be drunk. This flower is not comparable to other flowers. The young master is really good at writing. Unfortunately, this poem contains endless sadness and unyielding meaning. It seems to be done by a woman who has suffered a lot. It is definitely not the young master.
It can be done according to the state of mind, so this is not considered a work by the young master, it is still a waste this time." Lan Yan instantly heard the artistic conception of this poem, which showed his own state of mind.
There was a bit of curiosity in my heart, to see if Murong Feng had real talent or if he was just using someone else's help to get through.