"So nervous!"
"I didn't perform well this time. I don't know whose poems can be liked by Miss Anxiang..."
"Don't you all have confidence? It must be me!"
Among the scholars in Hongxiu Square, some were beating their chests in depression, while others were confident and held their heads high.
Some scholars put their hands together and prayed.
All the poems were sent behind the gauze curtain, and there was a rare silence in Hongxiu Square.
"You don't have to scratch your head to eat and wear, and there's a little wine to soothe your throat. The sun rises every day, so I don't have to worry about anything."
The voice of the dark-scented girl sounded.
This was the first poem she saw.
"puff!"
Lin Yigang took a sip of tea but before he could swallow it, when he heard this poem, he couldn't help but spit it out.
A scholar's face turned red, he stood up and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Lin also knew that this limerick was written by this scholar, and said: "Tea is a bit bitter, and it has nothing to do with your poem. Wow...it's very good!"
This limerick is really interesting.
Very modern style.
But it is still quite difficult to attract talent. After all, this kind of limerick has not yet been recognized by the rules of literature.
"I just said, I think this poem is very good!"
The scholar's face looked much better, he sat down and said, "I don't know which genius wrote it, it's so good!"
"Yeah yeah!"
"This boy is so talented that he may become Miss Anxiang's guest."
The scholar was in high spirits and said cheerfully: "I will cover all your expenses tonight!"
"Master Zhu is righteous!"
"drink!"
…
The dark-scented girl behind the gauze curtain shook her head slightly, continued to pick up a piece of paper, and read: "Childlike innocence is a treasure, and a person will never grow old if he has it. Innocence is more joyful, and he has less fun and worries..."
'Do all scholars in this generation only know this level of poetry? I'm drunk! 'An Xiang was disappointed.
However.
The scholar who had the poem read out was so excited that he trembled all over.
"The scholars of the Tang tribe have such a unique style of poetry!" Lin Yi smiled.
The girl next to Lin Yi asked: "Why are you laughing, Master?"
She sighed inwardly.
This young man with outstanding looks and temperament has written four characters himself, so how can he still have the leisure and elegance to laugh at other scholars?
Lin Yidao: "This poetry meeting is really interesting. Were the poetry meetings in Hongxiufang like this in the past?"
The girl said: "The way to participate is this, but... I think the writing is very good. If you can write this kind of poem, I think Sister Anxiang will definitely choose you!"
Her expression dimmed.
In a place like Hongxiufang, oirans enjoy various privileges, and they don't have to serve anyone against their will.
But they are different.
When others spend money, you have to serve them.
If you don't serve well, you will be scolded by the madam.
Some guests have no skills, but they still have a lot of fun.
Now that she has met the young master in front of her, she doesn't want to live a single day of this life anymore, she just wants to be by his side for the rest of her life.
Maybe this is what the storybook says about ten thousand years at a glance!
"Yeah?"
Lin Yi smiled.
If he really wanted to be the guest of this dark-scented girl, it would be easy.
But it's not necessary.
He came to Hongxiufang just to visit the place, to understand the background of Hongxiufang, and then took Bai Shuang away, nothing more.
"However, the young master will definitely have no chance this time, haha..." the girl covered her mouth and chuckled.
at the same time.
The girl Anxiang continued to read poems.
Cheers sounded from time to time in the lobby, but Lin Yi felt like taking a nap while listening to them below.
This is not poetry.
This is a sleep aid poem!
Until then...
Bang!
Behind the gauze curtain on the third floor, there was the sound of a tray falling to the ground.
"Secret fragrance girl!"
"What happened?"
"I'll go up and have a look..."
"You're just making a fool of yourself, and I heard it here!"
Many scholars were confused. Some people were making noises. At this time, Miss Anxiang's voice sounded again, with a little excitement, saying: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun..."
Uh-huh!
Hongxiufang suddenly became quiet. The first sentence of this poem made people's scalp numb.
no the same!
This poem is completely different from the previous poems.
"Miss Anxiang is reading my poem!"
The scholar named Cao stood up and showed off to the scholars present.
puff!
Lin Yi squirted tea again, this Cao is really a talent and very courageous. Aren't you worried about being exposed if you copied the poem from Dayan?
'It's okay to use my poems for free! '
Lin Yi couldn't let him succeed.
It doesn't matter if you copy poems, but if you make money from the copied poems, you must crack down.
"The north wind blows the geese and snow."
"Don't worry, there are no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you?"
Buzz!
After Miss Anxiang finished reading this poem in a trembling voice, she suddenly opened the curtain and looked down at the many scholars in the lobby.
She wanted to know who had written the poem.
Wow!
The scholars also made an uproar, shocked that this poem was so great, and also shocked that Miss Anxiang lost her composure for the first time.
At the same time, that beautiful face was exposed to everyone's gaze.
The beauty is mesmerizing.
"Whose poem is this?" Miss Anxiang asked in a hoarse voice.
"Miss Anxiang, you are a young student with no talent!"
Mr. Cao stood up and bowed his hands in salute. There was a kind of excitement that could not be concealed on his ordinary face.
This poem was copied by him.
But this poem is very secretive, and few people know its origin. This poem was given to Fu Yuheng, a scholar in Nanxiang Prefecture, by a scholar.
It just so happens that... he is Fu Yuheng's student.
I was lucky enough to meet him once.
But that is not necessarily the case for other people, let alone the scholars of the Tang Dynasty who are far away in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters. It is impossible for anyone to know.
"Is it you?" Miss Anxiang said.
"Exactly!" Mr. Cao nodded slightly.
"The young master is a great talent, and this little girl admires him..."
Miss Anxiang calmed down a lot and retreated again without saying anything more, such as saying that Mr. Cao could be her guest.
"Is this the end?"
The scholar named Cao was stunned for a moment.
He was ready to go up to the third floor and have a long talk with Miss Anxiang. Why was he so calm?
'Hey, this poem is so stunning that no scholar in the Tang Dynasty can compete with it. Unfortunately... its appearance is too ordinary, and I really can't convince myself. '
Miss Anxiang sighed inwardly, even if the other person was slightly better-looking, she would most likely choose him.
pity.
"It would be great if the poem was written by that young master in brocade clothes..."
Lin Yi's figure appeared in Miss Anxiang's mind.
She is actually a good-looking person.
Miss Anxiang continued to read, feeling more and more disappointed. She knew that there was a high probability that no one could write a poem better than the scholar named Cao.
'I'm not willing to give in...'
Miss Anxiang bit her lips lightly and asked the maid beside her: "That young man next to Qiuxiang...in which tray is his poem?"
The maid picked out one of the many trays and placed it in front of Miss Anxiang.
Miss Anxiang looked at it, surprised, "Reading to become a saint?"
Is this poetry?
But I have to say that these four characters are so beautifully written, and they look like everyone’s style at first glance.
"This young man at table seventy-two, I hope the stars tonight can accompany you and me..." Miss Anxiang made a decision immediately.
Because there are no poems to choose from.
Poem that she could choose... But the man was so ugly that she couldn't convince herself.
