"Search for ancient poems describing bright clothes and angry horses."
"Ding!"
The system prompts: "Fifty points of hatred need to be consumed. Are the host sure to search?"
"Sure."
A poem suddenly came to mind.
In fact, the description is not particularly appropriate, but knowing that it was Li Bai's work, Lu Fang felt confident.
He raised his eyebrows at Liang Dong next to him, drank wine and wrote on the table: "The arrogant horse tramples on the falling flowers, and the vertical whip brushes the five-cloud chariot. The beauty smiles with her pearls, pointing out that the red building is my concubine's house."
"The admiration value from Liang Dong is 666!"
Liang Dong's eyes lit up instantly and his back straightened.
Seeing that the others were still frowning and thinking hard, he said: "My lord, let me come first!"
Everyone was surprised and turned their heads to look at him.
Composing poetry is not an easy task, and making good poetry is even more difficult. No one has ever heard of Liang Dong having any extraordinary ability in poetry writing.
Could it be that he has been having a secret affair with Lady Peony for a long time? Is it just a show?
Some people secretly despise it.
Damn it, the five taels of silver spent tonight on a tea party is like a meat bun beating a dog.
Just looking at Peony again, I found that the court lady who was good at dancing with long sleeves and surging waves also had a look of surprise in her eyes.
Is not it?
The guest who had planned to stand up sat down again.
Mudan smiled and said: "Your Highness, please."
Liang Dong was also a shameless guy, and he read out the poem that Lu Fang taught him without showing any embarrassment.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Peony slightly widened her affectionate eyes.
Not to mention whether this poem completely fits the theme, but in terms of meter and dialogue, it is impeccable.
Only Lu Fang was filled with disappointment.
I told Liang Dong this poem, and Liang Dong pretended to be cool, but he didn't receive any adoration points.
So if I publish Liaozhaizhiyi under a pseudonym, can I receive adoration points?
After a long while, Peony was full of surprise and commented on the poem.
All good words.
Lu Fang looked at the glistening look in her eyes and knew that this plump oiran had already made plans to serve Liang Dong tonight.
However, from the eyes that Peony glanced at her from time to time, she also understood that the oiran lady was also doubting whether she had written this poem for Liang Dong.
But that's not important.
The important thing is that she is willing to sleep with Liang Dong.
Look back at the courtyard door.
The turtle man has disappeared.
Just know.
Lady Fuxiang must pay attention to the situation in Yixiang Pavilion.
They all work together in Feixian Tower, and they all have the reputation of being courtesans. How could there be no competition?
Next, a few more people wrote poems. However, they were forced to write the poems, and they blushed a little when they read them.
Peony reviews as usual.
At the end, Miss Peony Yingying stood up and saluted, "Everyone, I'm a little tired, so I'll take my leave first. You all can drink slowly."
It's the last minute.
Although the maids played their musical instruments again, those guests who had not composed poems stood up and left the table one after another.
They haven't even written a poem, so they certainly can't be invited into the house by Peony, and there's no point in staying here.
What's the point of listening to the maids playing music?
Only those few who had composed poems stayed where they were, waiting patiently. They were probably feeling lucky in their hearts.
Although Prince Rong has the greatest chance of winning now, what if...
After a while, there was no movement in Mudan's room. The turtle man came back.
He hurriedly came to Liang Dong and asked Liang Dong, "Does His Highness the Crown Prince want some more wine?"
While talking, he quietly handed Liang Dong a note.
Liang Dong waved his hand, "No need."
Put the note under the wine table and open it secretly.
Looking at Lu Fang again, his eyes were full of surprise.
“The admiration from Liang Dong is worth 999!”
“The admiration from Liang Dong is worth 999!”
“The admiration from Liang Dong is worth 999!”
"..."
Contributed tens of thousands of worship points to Lu Fang in one go.
Then he asked Lu Fang in a low voice, "How do you know that Lady Lingbo can..."
Lu Fang chuckled and said: "Your Highness, which pavilion are you going to? Isn't it a matter of making the court lady look good? It's just that you were a little diligent in going to Fuxiang Pavilion before."
Liang Dong nodded thoughtfully.
After about a cup of tea, a maid came out of Mudan's room, came to Liang Dong and said, "Madam, please invite the prince into the room to drink tea."
The others were not surprised, but still a little regretful.
Some people shook their heads and left, while others congratulated Liang Dong and then left.
Lu Fang also said: "Congratulations to Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
Liang Dong is very good at reciprocating favors and is fair to turtles: "I arrange for the best girl like you to accompany him, and it will be credited to my son's account."
These days, girls in brothels are divided into two categories: pure and red.
The highest level is naturally the oiran, such as Chen Youxi, Ling Bo, and Mu Dan. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
The second class is the red card. Her beauty may not be comparable to that of an oiran, but she is definitely a beauty. However, her temperament and talents are not as good as those of an oiran. She is considered a good-looking vase.
The third class is Liuying. They may not be very good-looking, and most of them have no talent, but they are probably the most proficient in bed.
This is usually what ordinary guests can enjoy.
The fourth class is the maids.
It's usually a souvenir of an oiran or a red card. It may not look good, nor may it taste good.
Liang Dong is really good to Lu Fang. From what he means, he wants to find a red card to accompany him. At this level, there is no need to play tea, but it requires spending real money.
But Lu Fang waved his hand and said: "No need, just arrange a room for me to sleep in. Also, help me prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
"You still want to write?"
Liang Dong was stunned.
Lu Fang nodded, cupped his hands and said, "I don't really want to have fun tonight, so thank you for your kindness."
I am a serious person, why can I follow you here to look for flowers and flowers?
Didn't you see that your sister is a little bit jealous because of Chen Youxi's incident?
Liang Dong didn't force himself and said: "Okay then!"
Then he waved his hand to Lu Fang, meaning you can go.
"Master Lu, please."
Turtle Gong said.
Lu Fang followed Gui Gong out of Yixiang Pavilion.
I asked Mr. Turtle to arrange a room, but I really didn't ask the red waiter to come in to serve him. I just wrote Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio silently in the room.
I just miss Chen Youxi a little bit.
Late at night, I don’t know when, even the Feixian Tower became much quieter. Lu Fang finally finished writing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.
Sleeping is definitely not going to happen.
We are a perseverant person.
Lu Fang put down his writing brush, stretched a few times to stretch his muscles and bones, and began to rub his muscles and veins and stretch his ligaments in the room.
Arch bridge and flowing water...
Iron ox plows the fields...
Well, these movements taught by Chen Youxi are indeed very effective.