"I have wasted so much time talking, but I just wrote a poem with the theme of spring. I thought this topic would be so difficult!"
Shen Laosan scratched his head disdainfully, then rolled his mung bean-sized eyes, picked up the pen and paper put aside, and wrote down a line of doggerel.
"Spring rain is as precious as oil, and the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant. The spring weather is so good, let's go out and visit the brothels."
After finishing writing, Shen Laosan satisfactorily placed the poem in front of Yang Dong and others, and then called the boy at the door to send the limerick out.
After doing this, he looked at Yang Dong expectantly and asked:
"Mr. Yang, do you have any poems in mind?"
Although he raised the question, Shen Laosan didn't think that Yang Dong could write anything good.
After all, with Yang Dong's identity, it was okay for him to kill people. But he didn't have the ability to write poetry.
At this moment, Shen Laosan, because he had been staying in Luozhou, happened to miss the time when Yang Dong was at the peak of his fame as a great Zhou Shixian. Therefore, it is understandable to have this question.
When Yang Dong heard this, he smiled lightly.
Taking spring as the theme is not a difficult problem.
It seems that the organizer of the oiran competition in Yanfang House is a smart man.
If there is a question about Jin'an from the beginning, the influence of the Oiran Competition will be greatly reduced.
After all, high difficulty also means high threshold. Most people come to the Oiran Competition just to have fun. If all these people are shut out, how many talented people will there be?
After silently gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong couldn't help but frown slightly.
He would naturally recite a lot of poems about spring. But the problem is, this is a brothel, and they are participating in the Oiran Competition.
Wait, when Yang Dong mentioned the brothel, the figure of that person appeared in Yang Dong's mind.
That man was a great talent who had spent most of his life in a brothel. Naturally, there is no need to elaborate on the subtleties of his poems.
Thinking of this, Yang Dong had a direction. He began to search and choose one of the more suitable poems.
Wait, there it is!
Yang Dong slapped his forehead, and a famous poem suddenly appeared in his mind.
Since ancient times, spring has been a time of positivity. But that great talent, uncharacteristically, combined spring and sorrow together.
Coupled with the strong brothel color, this poem immediately became popular throughout the ages.
Yang Dong picked up the paper and pen beside him, pondered for a moment, and then finished the work in one go.
Standing in a dangerous building, the breeze is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
After finishing a simple word in one go, Yang Dong actually felt a touch of sadness in his heart.
I have to say that the quality of this song Die Lian Hua is extremely high.
Especially the last sentence, "I will never regret it as my clothes get wider and wider. I feel haggard because of Yi." has been praised by countless people.
Yang Dong raised his hand to beckon the boy outside the door, and soon the boy outside the door sent this poem to the stage of the Oiran Competition.
At the same time, in a hidden room on the third floor of Yanfang Building.
A girl dressed as a foreigner, Zhengyu held a stack of rice paper in her hand and looked through it carefully.
"Miss, the quality of the poems in this year's Oiran Competition is really worrying!"
"Look, what nonsense is written here!"
The girl frowned slightly, with a hint of anger on her cheeks.
"What about having a good time, going out to visit a brothel... isn't this just vernacular! If this can be considered a poem, then I can write it too!"
Hearing the girl's complaint, a luxuriously dressed woman showed a gentle smile on her face.
"You, how many times have I told you, but you just don't understand!"
"The purpose of our Oiran Competition is not to select talented people with outstanding literary talents, but to make money, do you understand?"
"Talent cannot be used as food. Only real money can really help us, do you understand?"
Hearing this, a look of unbearable color appeared on the girl's cheek.
"But Miss, are you really willing to marry a merchant with no literary talent and a big belly? You are the princess of our Doulu tribe, how can you be so condescending and take advantage of these stinky men from Zhou Dynasty?"
Upon hearing this, a cold light flashed across the woman's originally gentle cheek.
At this moment, the temperature in the entire room seemed to have dropped a lot. The girl knew that she had said the wrong thing, and she immediately shivered and knelt down in front of Douluo Kuiran.
"Miss, I know I was wrong, please punish me!"
Hearing this, Doulu Oiran sighed softly. A gloomy look flashed across her cheeks. But soon, all the negative emotions on her face disappeared in an instant. Instead, he was as gentle as ever.
"Well, I can't blame you for this. But everything I did was for the Doulu tribe. You are still young and don't understand many things. I don't blame you for this, but when you speak for yourself in the future, you can You need to pay more attention, understand?”
Hearing this, the girl immediately nodded.
She has been with Doulu Oiran for many years, and naturally understands that although her young lady looks gentle and pleasant on weekdays, she is actually a very cold person in her heart.
It can even be said that she is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. But it is precisely because of her character that the Doulu tribe can barely support itself without splitting.
All of this is the result of Doulu Oiran.
It's just... In recent years, there have always been many people in the tribe who wanted to overthrow the rule of Doulu Oiran on the grounds that Doulu Oiran was enjoying sex with others.
I heard that someone is already secretly struggling with manpower...
Thinking of this, the girl could not hide a look of worry in her eyes.
After all, only she knows best how much her oiran has paid for the continuation of the Doulu tribe!
The girl looked at Douluo Oiran with some distress, her eyes slightly flushed.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about again?"
Douluo Oiran glared at the girl, but a faint smile flashed on her beautiful cheeks.
"Come and take a look at this poem. It's quite charming."
"I don't regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider, but I feel haggard because of Yi... Tsk, tsk, this distinguished guest in Room No. 1 is really a romantic and talented man!"
"If I have the chance, I really want to meet him in person."
Seeing the excitement in Douluo Oiran's eyes, the girl couldn't help but rub her eyes.
Wait a minute, is this still the Doulu Oiran in my own family who seems gentle and pleasant, but is actually rejected by others thousands of miles away?
Why does she smile so brightly?
Some people died, but not completely...
