Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo are a bit tired. They are both fake scholars. They can't write poetry at all. They are only good at wielding swords and sticks, and they are best at cutting people. Writing poetry is undoubtedly the most painful job.
The two of them glanced at Meng Xing and realized that he had to take action. Those few good poems made Yuexian Restaurant a lot of money and almost took away Liu Shiyun's soul.
Meng Xing whispered: "We are here to find someone, not to compose poems and sleep with courtesans. It is only right to sit in the hall and see if there are any unusual people."
Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo nodded together.
"You three gentlemen, go sit there and write a good poem in a while. When Miss Hua Rong is satisfied, she will let you in." The old bustard said and went to greet other customers.
The three people sat down at a table, drinking tea and watching the people coming and going around them.
As long as anyone's aura is relatively strong, the three people will look at each other more. Only the person with a strong aura is a practitioner.
A practitioner may not necessarily be a member of the red-robed demon sect, but a person who belongs to the red-robed demon sect must be a practitioner.
Then I looked at the large group of scholars who were composing poems next to them. They were all thinking hard, and they looked more serious than those who had spent ten years studying hard to take the imperial examinations, just to release the male hormones in their bodies and squander their gold reserves.
"Junior Brother Meng, do you think there are any people from the Red Clothes Demon Sect among these scholars?" Gu Qingzhuo asked.
"The aura in these people's bodies is very weak. They are all scholars who have no strength to restrain themselves. It should be impossible." Meng Xing shook his head.
"Of course, it is not ruled out that someone has a magic weapon to hide the aura, and the aura is hidden here."
Gu Qingzhuo nodded.
The three of them drank pot after pot of tea and went to the latrine several times, but no one found anything unusual.
"Look at that man, he is a practitioner." Yao Jianyu looked at a tall middle-aged man and said in a low voice.
Meng Xing took a look, nodded, and whispered: "Don't keep staring at him, just observe in secret."
Practitioners have a sharp sense, and if they look more often, others may feel it.
The tall middle-aged man ordered a girl and followed her upstairs.
Next, the three of them saw a few more practitioners. Some of them ordered one girl, while others ordered two or three girls. They all took them to the room and went straight to the topic.
But when the scholar comes, he may order a girl, drink wine, recite poems and write poems, and then take her to a room after she has brewed enough and the mood is high enough.
What follows cannot be described, only felt.
The three of them drank enough tea. They were all strong-blooded people and felt a little hot. However, the three of them were worried that the other would make tabloids in front of Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo, so they all endured it.
The three of them are supervising each other and proving each other's innocence, so naturally it is impossible for them to go beyond the rules.
They were obviously very hungry and thirsty, but they were still being reserved.
"How about we go find a girl each?" Gu Qingzhuo, the first brother who had never experienced excitement, finally couldn't help but suggested in a low voice.
"no!"
Yao Jianyu and Meng Xing refused in unison.
"I am a serious person and I will not do such things." Yao Jianyu said righteously.
Gu Qingzhuo glanced at him and immediately revealed: "Senior Brother Yao, you often go down the mountain, and you have also been to the capital. Do you know any great scholars in the capital? Have you never been exposed to the smell of a place like this?"
"Although I have been there, I have always been calm and relaxed." Yao Jianyu said.
"The girl is sitting in your arms, how can you still remain calm? Even a saint can't do that," Gu Qingzhuo revealed ruthlessly.
Meng Xing couldn't help but sneered. This Senior Brother Gu was becoming more and more venomous, almost leaving him speechless. The same was true for Senior Brother Yao now.
"How about, Junior Brother Meng, you go write a poem, and we go to the oiran's boudoir to drink tea?" Yao Jianyu changed the topic to Meng Xing.
The group of scholars had been writing poems for a long time, but in the end, no one was favored by Miss Hua Rong, and they were all dejected.
"Do you want to drink tea? You want to sleep with the oiran and look down on other vulgar fans." Meng Xing complained in his heart.
He shook his head, not wanting to waste his brain cells on a courtesan.
Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo were both so stunning, but I wasn't even tempted. How could I lose my entire fish pond for a bus?
Gu Qingzhuo looked at these two serious people and could only be speechless and continued to drink tea.
For the sake of my Junior Sister Xiao, I have to be patient and patient, otherwise if Meng Xing goes to tell her, she may dislike me for not being innocent. In this case, wouldn’t Junior Sister Xiao fall in love with Meng Xing?
Gu Qingzhuo could only comfort himself in this way.
"Mr. Liao, Mr. Liao is here."
"Master Liao composed a poem last time and was entertained by Miss Hua Rong. Is it possible that he has written something new this time?"
"Mr. Liao, please recite the poem you wrote last time for everyone to appreciate."
…
The hall suddenly became lively. A handsome young man walked in, and the scholars who composed poems gathered around him.
Mr. Liao said with a smile on his face: "This time I came to Chunyi Tower, I wrote another good poem and prepared to dedicate it to Miss Hua Rong."
"Mr. Liao, please read it out and listen to it. Your poetry is so talented that it will surely impress Miss Hua Rong."
"Haha! Thank you all for your compliments! However, compared with Miss Hua Rong, who is excellent at music and poetry, I feel inferior. Miss Hua Rong's attainments in poetry are much higher than mine, which makes me want to worship her.
Miss Hua Rong is my teacher." Mr. Liao said with increasing pride.
You have become a disciple of Miss Hua Rong, and you want to sleep with the master! Rich scholars are really good at playing, and they like this kind of style. Meng Xing complained in his heart.
"Mr. Liao, I'm so grateful! How can I compare to you who have read a lot of poetry and books? You have so many talents, you are really a busy man!" said a charming and affectionate voice. When I heard this voice, it seemed that my whole body was full of energy.
It's almost numb.
Immediately, a stunningly charming woman with a voluptuous figure, wearing a gorgeous skirt, slowly walked down the stairs. Every step she took seemed to be a moving melody, swaying, attracting everyone's attention.
The scholars present suddenly became demented, and none of them could move their eyes away, as if their souls had been taken away.
The noisy hall fell silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Miss Hua Rong, please be polite!" Mr. Liao swallowed his saliva, but quickly came to his senses and bowed.
The other people suddenly woke up one by one, and came over to salute and gain favor. The entire hall became more lively than before, and the atmosphere of male hormones everywhere was filled with nowhere to be released.
"Miss Hua Rong, I haven't seen you for a few days, you look even more beautiful!"
"Miss Huarong, what do you think of the poem I just wrote?"
"Miss Hua Rong, can you play the piano for me? I am willing to pay one hundred taels of silver."
…
The noisy sound lasted for a while, and then slowly calmed down after the court lady's tactful dealings.
Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo's eyes widened when they saw the oiran lady, but they did not surround her because there was Meng Xing sitting upright next to her.
The beauty of this oiran lady is no worse than that of Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo. She is even more charming, sentimental and alluring than them.
Meng Xing was also surprised. No wonder he dared to ask for poetry. Such a figure and appearance were simply stunning and stunning.