On a whim, the oiran lady danced once in public, her figure was graceful and her steps were full of lotus flowers.
Soon, the scholars present worked hard and began to compose poems. They all wanted to write a unique poem that would make the court lady's heart flutter.
What about "This heart is more beautiful than the bright moon, reflecting the heart of flowers and flowers", "You and I are in a comfortable place, we push cups and change cups of music to go to bed", "Today is flowers and flowers, tomorrow is flowers and flowers, flowers and flowers know my heart, everything is beautiful."
"If you die without regrets, you are like a flower." This is simply speechless.
Finally, it was Mr. Liao's turn to compose a poem. His composition was quite good, and he immediately won applause from everyone. Even Miss Hua Rong clapped her hands and praised her. When others saw it, they were all extremely envious.
"Junior Brother Meng, you should also compose a song." Yao Jianyu pushed Meng Xing.
Seeing that the oiran lady was about to fall in love with Mr. Liao, Yao Jianyu was a little unwilling. How could such a loser win the favor of the peerless oiran, not even Junior Brother Meng?
Although the poems he wrote were of some standard, they were also nonsense and sounded much worse than those written by Meng Xing.
"Don't do it!" Meng Xing shook his head. With their supervision, he would not go to the oiran's room even if he was beaten to death, so as not to ruin his innocent reputation.
"If you are entertained by an oiran, we will not tell Junior Sister Liu and the others." Yao Jianyu said.
"He has no courage. He is afraid that the courtesan will eat him up." Gu Qingzhuo sneered.
"Senior Brother Gu, I think you can't help it anymore! That's why you're so anxious." Meng Xing smiled slightly.
"Well, since you all can't bear it anymore, let's join in the fun and let the oiran entertain us."
Meng Xing stood up and walked forward.
"Young Master Liao is an outstanding poet. This poem has touched the hearts of the slaves. He is the best. Has anyone else written a poem? If not, I will ask Mr. Liao to follow me upstairs."
Girl Hua Rong said softly, her soft and delicate voice was like a piano string, touching everyone's hearts.
Everyone is envious and jealous, wishing they could take the place of Mr. Liao. Such a beautiful woman can be held in his arms and do whatever he wants. It is simply the enjoyment of gods, and it would not be exchanged for ten thousand gold.
Mr. Liao was also extremely happy and said, "Thank you so much, Miss Hua Rong, for your praise! It's my honor to be with you."
With that said, Mr. Liao was about to follow Miss Hua Rong upstairs. Although he was entertained by Miss Hua Rong last time, he did not get the body of the oiran lady, and he has always been a little unwilling, so he came again just to make Hua Rong willing.
Serve yourself.
It seems that this time the opportunity is great! So Mr. Liao was also very excited, as if he had already seen the exciting scene next.
"Wait a minute! Miss Hua Rong, I also want to write a poem."
At this time, Meng Xing spoke.
Mr. Liao's expression suddenly froze. He glanced at Meng Xing and saw that he was an unknown scholar, and a trace of contempt flashed across his face.
Girl Hua Rong turned around and saw Meng Xing, who was handsome, tall and strong, her eyes lit up slightly and she nodded slightly: "Master, please!"
Meng Xing came to a table covered with rice paper and began to study ink. Everyone suddenly became curious and gathered around him.
"This young man, what is your name?" someone asked.
"I'm Meng Xing."
"Sir, have you ever written poetry?"
"Written one or two songs."
"How are you doing with your poetry?"
"Somewhat passable."
During the questions and answers, Meng Xing polished the ink, picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, gathered momentum, and began to write.
Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo also stood nearby, looking at Meng Xing and marveling in their hearts. Junior Brother Meng really has the elegant temperament of a scholar. Every move he makes is elegant, courteous, and has the dignity of a scholar.
If it weren't for Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo's liking for this junior brother, which made them jealous,
The oiran's curiosity was also aroused, and she stood not far behind Meng Xing, staring at the tip of the pen.
Mr. Liao, however, had a look of disdain and scrutiny on his face and did not speak. He wanted to see how much ink this guy who came out halfway had.
"Business Master, Yong Mei."
Smelling the fragrant scent of the court lady's body in his nose, Meng Xing wrote these words, swiping his pen like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, while the thin gold font that appeared on the rice paper slowly unfolded like a magnificent picture scroll.
The writing is even better than before.
With just these five words, everyone around him immediately took a breath. No one else present could write this beautiful handwriting.
This font is unique, clear and beautiful. Everyone present has never seen this font before.
Was this written by a young man? Was it written by a calligraphy master? Each stroke seems to be carved, but it is very harmonious, revealing a master-level charm that is indescribably magnificent.
Girl Hua Rong's eyes also lit up, with a look of urgency in her eyes, as if she wanted to read on impatiently.
Mr. Liao's originally relaxed mind tightened, and his eyes were a little wary. Could it be that this guy is a strong enemy and wants to steal the oiran's wife from me?
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy."
Loneliness, sadness, coupled with the cold wind and drizzle, make it appear full of melancholy, vividly appearing on the paper.
With only a few strokes, the sceneries and emotions are described thoroughly, making people unable to help but sink into the artistic conception.
Girl Hua Rong's beautiful eyes widened even more, making her look even more charming and charming. Coupled with her moist red lips, people couldn't help but lean over and take in the beauty.
Mr. Liao's heart sank. This poem seemed a bit extraordinary. He was a knowledgeable person, so he could naturally see it.
Everyone around held their breath, and their eyes widened as they looked at these two sentences. The bustling brothel suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
The sound of sheets being rolled upstairs seemed to be louder and was transmitted downstairs.
"There is no need to strive for spring, and the flowers will be jealous. It will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
When you finish writing, put the pen down.
It was quiet all around.
It took a long time for everyone to react. They all took in the cold air and looked at Meng Xing. This poem simply described the artistic conception of praising plum blossoms to the extreme, and also described the aloofness and purity of plum blossoms.
Mr. Liao's heart sank, with a look of disbelief on his face. This poem had already surpassed the poem he had just written. The situation was not good.
A guy who appeared out of nowhere actually wrote a masterpiece of poetry, and forcefully tried to snatch the oiran's wife away from him, and the meat in his mouth almost flew out of his mouth.
He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
"There is no need to strive for spring, and the flowers will be jealous. It will turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same." Miss Hua Rong muttered.
How similar is it to her life experience to praise people with things? She sold herself into a brothel, had no intention of competing for sex, and allowed herself to be jealous and jealous of other courtesan. In the end, I am afraid that she will return to dust, dust to dust, and turn into a handful of loess, leaving only
The lasting fragrance remains in the world.
The words are good words, and the characters are also good words. They are like beautiful pictures, spread out in front of your eyes.
"This poem is more touching than the one written by Mr. Liao just now, especially the last two sentences, which are even more shocking. It is a peerless poem. I think Mr. Meng's poem came out on top this time. What do you think?" said the beautiful girl Hua Rong.
He said with flashing eyes and a trace of tears in his eyes.
"Yes! Mr. Meng's poems are indeed much better than Mr. Liao's." Everyone said one by one.
Mr. Liao felt a chill in his heart, like a basin of cold water pouring on his head.