When everyone heard this, all eyes immediately focused on that person.
Even the oiran lady who had stepped onto the steps to the second floor couldn't help but look back, and her heart moved: 'It's him! '
When Young Master Li saw this person, his expression changed and he couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to tell me, Young Master?"
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The person who came was none other than He Ping'an.
"When I saw Miss Muyan, I fell in love at first sight. I kept pondering the poems in my heart, and for a while I forgot about the time."
He Ping'an looked at the oiran lady with a smile, and then said slowly: "I wonder if it's still too late now?"
"That's too late!"
Mr. Li blurted out.
Although he didn't know He Pingan's poetry level, he instinctively felt a hint of crisis.
This is the intuition from Lao Se Pi.
When the court lady heard this, she couldn't help but frown her beautiful eyebrows. She wanted to refuse, but seemed to be hesitant. Finally, she said calmly: "If Mr. He really has any amazing poems, he can read them out in front of the audience. If everyone thinks it is a good poem, , but it’s not like exceptions can’t be made.”
This sentence seemed to give He Pingan a glimmer of opportunity, but it was also extremely picky.
You know, poetry has different opinions, and no poetry can be liked by everyone.
But fortunately, there are only about ten people here, so it’s not particularly difficult.
He Ping'an nodded and agreed with the oiran's proposal. Without looking at Mr. Li's ugly expression next to him, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, as beautiful as a peach and a plum!"
The first two lines of poetry only praise the appearance of the courtesan. Although there is no artistic conception, they are more in line with the theme.
Jiangzhou is located just south of Daxuan, so it is not wrong to call it Southern Kingdom.
The oiran lady's complexion is as rosy as a peach, and her face is as gorgeous as a peach and plum. This sentence is also very appropriate.
Everyone nodded slightly, indicating that the first two sentences were extremely neat.
The oiran lady also stopped going upstairs, and her beautiful eyes rested on He Pingan, waiting for his next words.
He Ping'an walked to the window, looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "Wander to the north bank of the river in the morning and stay in Xiaoxiangjun in the evening."
The oiran's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. She did not expect that He Pingan not only wrote about her appearance, but also wrote her own life into the poem.
Jiaofangsi is on the south bank of the canal, and the oiran lady, after getting up every day, will take her maid for a tour, and will not return to Jiaofangsi until the afternoon.
And the Xiaoxiang Garden where I live seems to be on land, but in fact, how is it different from the isolated island named Xiaoxiang?
Compared with other poems, which only praise one's own appearance, this poem, although it only has four lines at the beginning, not only praises the oiran's peach-like appearance, but also records her life.
"Young Master is interested."
The oiran lady had a peach blossom look on her face and lowered her head to express her approval.
Everyone couldn't help but nod their heads. Although they were unwilling to let He Pingan successfully mount the horse, they had to admire him from the bottom of their hearts. These four lines of He Pingan's poem were indeed neatly contrasted and well described.
"Wander to the north bank of the Yangtze River in the morning and stay in Xiaoxiangjun in the evening..."
Mr. Li couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and kept thinking in his mouth, trying to find some faults, but he had to admit that these four sentences alone had surpassed the poems he had written before.
"Where's the back?"
Master Li asked.
After all, He Ping'an is a five-character poem, and there should be four more sentences at the end.
Maybe later, I can find out his faults.
He Ping'an smiled softly, looked at the oiran lady, and seemed to see a trace of sadness in her excited eyes, and said slowly: "Nowadays, beauty is thin, who wants to have white teeth?"
Unexpectedly, when the court lady heard these two sentences, she didn't know what she thought of, her face suddenly darkened, and her delicate body that had been standing upright began to tremble slightly.
When everyone heard the poem and was still thinking about its meaning, Master Li suddenly changed his color and asked loudly: "Master He, what do you mean by this poem?"
"You mean we are blind and don't recognize the beauty of Miss Mu Yan?"
"Who doesn't know that Miss Muyan is the oiran of the entire Xuankang City..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the oiran's slightly anxious voice interrupted his words, and urged urgently: "Next sentence, what is the next sentence?"
He Ping'an suppressed the smile on his face at this time and sighed slightly: "Looking down at the end of the year, it is hard to rely on glory for a long time!"
Every word seemed to hit the heart of the court lady.
Her whole delicate body seemed to have had its strength drained away in an instant, and she sat slumped on the steps of the second floor. She seemed to have remembered something sad, her eyes were wet and red, and a glistening tear rolled in her eyes.
"Nowadays, beauty is thin, but who wants to make white teeth?"
"Looking down at the end of the year, it is difficult to rely on glory for a long time..."
The oiran lady kept chewing these four lines in her mouth. The more she read, the more sad and uncomfortable she became. The tears in her eyes unknowingly slipped from her tender cheeks and fell on the steps of the second floor.
Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand why the oiran lady was so sad when He Ping'an just recited a few lines of poetry.
What confuses everyone even more is Mr. Li on the side.
I saw him squatting on the ground, holding his arms together, burying his head in his arms, and started crying loudly.
Occasionally, from his crying voice, one or two words seem to be heard about Li's talent being ignored and people being treated unkindly. Now he is thirty and still has accomplished nothing.
At this time, several people stood up and persuaded He Ping'an: "Master He, you, Miss Shi Muyan, definitely can't be chosen. You'd better leave as soon as possible."
"Yes, you made Miss Muyan cry. If she calms down later, she will definitely treat you mercilessly. It's better to leave earlier to avoid being angry..."
Everyone was talking about it, and they were all not very optimistic about He Ping'an.
On the contrary, He Ping'an was confident. He stood on the spot, bowed his hands to everyone and said, "Thank you all, brothers, but He still..."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly crying voice came over: "You can't leave!"
Everyone followed the sound and couldn't help but secretly gasped. They happened to see the oiran lady with pear blossoms and rain. She had just wiped away the tears on her face and stared at He Ping'an.
"I'm going to suffer..."
When everyone saw this scene, they immediately felt chills all over because of Ping An.
It seems that the storm is coming.
However, at this moment, the oiran lady swept away the sadness on her face and spoke in a slightly cold voice: "Xiao Cui, give the white lotus to Mr. He and take him upstairs!"
After saying that, the oiran lady walked up to the second floor without looking back, and her graceful figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.
"Is this okay?"
There is a huge question mark in everyone's mind at this time.
He Ping'an first won the first prize in the pot throwing and forced the oiran's wife to dance in front of everyone.
Then he wrote another poem, which made the court lady heartbroken.
Now, instead, I have picked white lotus flowers and can go upstairs to kiss them.
Why?
No one can figure this out in their heads.
"Woooooooo..."
At this time, Mr. Li suppressed the pain in his heart. As soon as he raised his head, he heard the instructions from the oiran lady and watched helplessly as Xiao Cui delivered the white lotus in his hand to He Ping'an.
The beauty he was about to get flew away from his hands. He could no longer suppress the pain in his heart and buried his head in tears again.
The crying was miserable and painful, and it was even more heartbreaking than the previous crying.
He Ping'an looked at the white lotus in his hand, a slight smile appeared on his lips, he cupped his hands to the confused people around him, and climbed up the stairs.
