Hearing other people's accusations, Hao Ren didn't react at all. He just curled his lips in disdain and said, "Whether I have better poems is none of your business. Dogs are meddling in other people's business."
Hearing this, everyone else was furious, and one warrior couldn't help it. He slapped the table and seemed to want to make a move, but as soon as he stood up, he was pulled back by the people around him.
"Anyone can brag, whether it's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk..."
"I really don't believe it anymore. Mr. Xiao is the only scholar in Shicheng. His talent is famous far and wide, and you can belittle him at will..."
These people were all accusing again, and they all favored the so-called Mr. Xiao.
Hall Master Yun upstairs smiled slightly and found it interesting. The Dongli Kingdom is indeed not a big country, but it can still be considered a prosperous country. Although Mr. Xiao's poem is not a classic, a scholar can write such a poem.
A poem is quite rare.
She was very curious. Hao Ren actually devalued this poem as worthless. Could it be that he was extremely talented and had the ability to manage the world?
"I wonder if this young master has any amazing poems. Can you show them to Yun Niang to appreciate?"
Hall Master Yun said with a smile. Following her words, many people started cheering.
Looking at the expressions of the people around him, Hao Ren shook his head helplessly. It seemed that it was time to let these indigenous people know the brilliance of China's five thousand years of civilization. There were many poems handed down from ancient times, and any one of them would be enough to be remembered for centuries.
After all, he was also a top student majoring in liberal arts. Soon, Hao Ren thought of a poem in his mind.
He looked at Mr. Xiao and said coldly, "Just now you read a poem praising a woman's beauty. I won't bully you. The same theme is used to let you know what a real poem is."
"Okay, I would like to see what good poems you can come up with!"
Mr. Xiao sneered, his body was still trembling until now. It was the first time in his life that he was insulted like this, and the poems he wrote with so much effort were devalued in such a low manner.
He even thought about it. As soon as Hao Ren finished writing, he would fire immediately. If he didn't humiliate Hao Ren and commit suicide on the spot, he would lose.
Hao Ren sat at the table, poured a glass of wine slowly, glanced at the second floor, and spoke calmly.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent."
When the first sentence came out, the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone was chewing on the meaning of this poem. It was not difficult to understand, it was very straightforward, and no translation was needed.
It's not too outstanding, but it's not very ordinary either, but it does have a little more elegance than Mr. Xiao's before.
Many people whispered, "It's just average. If there's anything worth bragging about, I could do it if it were me."
"You dare to insult our great talent in Shicheng with such good qualities. You are really overestimating your abilities."
Many people knew in their hearts that this first sentence was indeed slightly better than what Young Master Xiao had said before, but how could they say it out loud? After all, Young Master Xiao was one of their own, and Hao Ren was an outsider. They could not help outsiders belittle one of their own.
.
Upstairs, Hall Master Yun smiled slightly when he heard this first sentence, "Not bad, it's interesting."
Hao Ren finished his first glass of wine and continued, "Look at Qingren City, then look at Qingren Country."
The scene fell silent immediately. Everyone stared at Hao Ren with wide eyes. The next two sentences directly brought the beauty of the woman he was describing to a new level.
Although there are no words to describe women, everyone has already imagined it in their minds. It seems that there is really a woman who, looking back, makes a city intoxicated and a country fell.
Hall Master Yun's eyes were dumbfounded. Listening to these words, her eyes couldn't help but be infatuated, and she even doubted whether there really was such a woman in the world.
"I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. A beautiful woman is hard to come by."
Hao Ren finished the third sentence slowly and drank all the wine in the pot.
Mr. Xiao was completely stunned, and he choked on all the fragrance he was planning to spit out. He was not stupid, he was a scholar after all, and he could still tell the quality of poetry from bad.
Compared with Hao Ren's poem, his poem is indeed rubbish among rubbish.
Everyone else was silent, all immersed in Hao Ren's poem. Some people wanted to open their mouths to find fault, but they didn't have the courage to open their mouths.
They cannot tell lies with their eyes open.
"How about it? Do you still need me to read you two more songs?"
Hao Ren looked at Mr. Xiao and smiled slightly.
At this time, Mr. Xiao reacted, his face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and he stood there awkwardly, already socially dead.
However, there was a burst of warm applause upstairs, and Hall Master Yun's weak voice fell, "This young master is so talented in literature, and he has such a good line that I would rather not know how to charm a city or a country. A beautiful woman is hard to come by. This poem is enough to become a legend in the literary world of Dongli Kingdom."
This is a masterpiece that will be exiled for a hundred generations."
"Yunniang admires me very much. I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite you to have a drink with me all night. Yunniang also wants to ask some questions about poetry."
Hearing this, countless people below had a flash of disappointment in their eyes. It seemed that they had not been favored. Only Hao Ren had won Yun Niang's favor. However, thinking of Hao Ren's poem, they all
Sighing in his heart, as soon as this poem came out, Hao Ren was instantly crowned with the title of an astonishing talent.
This kind of person really deserves this kind of treatment.
They believed that after some time, this poem would spread throughout the Dongli Kingdom and even other countries, and Hao Ren's name would also spread.
When Hao Ren heard this, he curled his lips disdainfully and wanted to refuse, but his curiosity made him say, "It's not appropriate to ask for advice. Let's just discuss it with each other."
It's just a matter of sleeping together, but it has to be so high-sounding. The ancients were also so hypocritical.
Hao Ren complained in his heart.
Of course, it is understandable. After all, people want face and trees want bark, so they have to find a justifiable reason for whatever they do.
Soon, a maid came down and came to Hao Ren. She smiled and said, "Master, please go upstairs. Miss Yun is waiting for him in the room."
Hearing this, Hao Ren stood up and planned to go upstairs. Daniel quickly followed, but the maid stopped him and said with a smile, "The guards will just wait here."
When Daniel heard this, his eyes turned cold. In this world, he could not trust Hao Ren to leave his sight. If something went wrong, he would never be able to go back in his life.
Seeing the look in Daniel's eyes, the maid's expression also changed, and she said with some embarrassment, "Your master is going to spend the night with Miss Yun, don't you want to watch from the side?"
Hao Ren smiled slightly and said, "Let Daniel have a room aside."
Hearing this, the maid looked upstairs, saw someone nodding, and agreed.
I followed the maid to a room. The room was very clean and spacious. A table was placed in the middle with various delicacies. Opposite there was a gauze curtain. Miss Yun sat behind the curtain and played
A guqin.
Seeing Hao Ren come in, the sound of the piano slowly dissipated, and Miss Yun's voice came, and she smiled slightly, "What is your surname, this young master? Miss Yun still doesn't know the name of the young master?"
Hao Ren sat in front of the table and said casually, "Just call me Hao Ren."
"It turns out to be Mr. Hao."
Hall Master Yun thought about which family in Dongli Kingdom had the surname Hao, but after thinking for a long time, it seemed that there were not many famous ones.
"Didn't Miss Yun say that she wanted to ask me if she had any questions? Can she ask me through the curtain?"
Hao Ren looked at the blurry Miss Yun across from him, and the corner of his mouth curled up. Anyone who can hang out in a brothel has a deep grasp of the psychology of men. He knows that this kind of hazy beauty is the easiest to arouse men's interest.
However, I wasted a poem by not just listening to the sound through the curtain.
"Master Hao is impatient. The night is long and we have plenty of time."
Miss Yun slowly stood up from the ground, walked through the curtain, and revealed her true face. The moment he looked at her, Hao Ren's eyes lit up. Compared with Chen Yao, this woman's appearance was not that stunning, but it was much more.
A trace of ancient beauty, a pair of eyes like autumn water, a slight smile at the corner of the mouth, looking extremely soft.
The other person is also full of the ladylike temperament.
When Miss Yun looked at Hao Ren, her eyes lit up and she made her own judgment. It was obvious that he was not that kind of country bumpkin and had never seen a beautiful woman before.
Wearing pink clothes, she sat opposite Hao Ren, revealing a pair of white hands.
"Where did the young master come from? Yun Niang has been here for a while, but she has never heard of a person like Mr. Hao. It makes people fall in love at first sight..."
Yun Niang poured Hao Ren a glass of wine and asked softly.
Listening to the other party's words, Hao Ren said calmly, "Wine and delicious food, why not talk about some romance issues."
Hearing this, Yun Niang secretly despised him. He was also a guy with a sperm in his head. Sure enough, men were all the same.
However, she couldn't show it on the surface, so she smiled and said, "Okay, Yun Niang would like to know, did you write the poem that Young Master just made by yourself?"
"That's natural. How could there be others?"
Hao Ren did not deny it. Anyway, except for himself and Daniel, no one was in this other world. Even if he wrote all 500 Tang poems, no one would find out.
Hearing Hao Ren's admission so readily, Yun Niang had a trace of doubt in her heart. No matter how she looked at Hao Ren, he didn't look like that kind of talented person.
"Young Master is very talented in literature. I wonder if I can write another poem for Yun Niang, so that Yun Niang can admire his elegant demeanor."
Yun Niang said softly, and gently stroked Hao Ren's palm with one hand, bringing a warm touch.
Hao Ren looked at the other party with a half-smile but said softly, "What if I don't do it?"
"Young master really likes to joke, so let's ask Yun Niang to play another piece of music for him to cheer him up."
Yun Niang smiled slightly, then stood up, took the guqin over, gently stroked the strings, and started playing slowly.
As Hao Ren listened to the other party's music, his eyes were slightly in a trance. He vaguely seemed to see a woman dancing in front of him.