Under everyone's gaze.
Yang Gang took the pen and paper handed over by the boy, wrote four lines of poetry, then blew on the ink and handed it to the boy.
"Please pass it to Miss Hongye for me."
"Yes, sir."
The boy took the rice paper with respectful hands and trotted downstairs.
Yang Gang turned around and looked at the confused eyes around him.
Smiling slightly, he said loudly: "Using gold and silver in the world to measure Miss Hongye will tarnish the name of a fairy. The more silver there is, the more tacky it looks. So Yang boldly wanted to have a heart-to-heart with the girl through a poem."
"To make love with poetry? This guy...could he still want to impress the beautiful woman with his literary talent?"
"So confident, does he really have two skills?"
"Haha~arrogant! Everyone in Hongye is so talented in literature, how can it be that just anyone can be impressed?"
"Think about it, how many powerful young men, civil and military geniuses have appeared in turns these days, which one of them has tempted everyone in Hongye?"
"I see, he wants to do his best!"
The shocked people suddenly regained their confidence and all looked mocking.
And this time.
The red leaves behind the red curtain have already received the poems sent by the servant.
Holding the rice paper in both hands, he read: "The twenty-eight-year-old beauty has a body like a cake, and a waist like a sword...cutting the common people."
The voice faltered.
A strange color flashed in Hongye's eyes.
The entire Sanye Building suddenly became quiet.
Savoring these two lines of poetry carefully, they seem to be a little unusual.
A twenty-eight-year-old beauty, cut off the common people at the waist... These two lines of poetry were read out by everyone in Hongye, and a woman with unparalleled beauty and stunning beauty suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.
It's exactly like the fairy-like appearance of Hongye girl dressed in white.
She danced in the wind, and her beautiful waist was like a thin sword, cutting hard into the hearts of ordinary people like them.
Drunk Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
We agreed to bid for financial resources, but why did you start writing poetry?
"It's not visible...heads are falling."
Just listen to Hong Ye continue to read, but the reading becomes slower and slower, and the voice becomes smaller and smaller: "Secretly making your...bone marrow...wither?"
It seems that something is wrong.
"The bone marrow...is dry?"
She carefully read the words on the white paper, and suddenly a trace of annoying shame flashed in her eyes.
'Deng Tuzi' The beauty couldn't help but squealed in her heart.
However, a pair of eyes were shimmering and glowing pink.
The words fell.
"Be bold!"
Suddenly, a scholar-like young man stood up suddenly and glared at Yang Gang: "Filthy words, absolutely filthy words! Such blasphemy against a beautiful lady, you...you..."
For a moment, he was so angry that he could not speak.
At this time.
The benefactors of Sanye Tower also gradually came to understand.
The last two sentences of the poem, "The heads are not falling in the open, but the bones of the king are withered secretly." The last two sentences of the poem are too simple and a bit too straightforward, so straightforward that almost everyone present can understand them.
This is not a poem praising a beauty, it is clearly Chi Guoguo teasing the beauty!
The pure and pure fairy in their hearts is portrayed as a slutty woman who can do everything she wants.
Naturally, everyone refused!
"You bastard, get out of here!"
"Get out, get out!"
The crowd booed one after another, and the noise shook the Sanye Tower.
Even pedestrians passing by the door couldn't help but poke their heads in to see what was going on.
"Ha~~"
Yang Gang crossed his arms and pointed at thousands of people with cold eyebrows.
A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "If you can't even appreciate the true meaning of poems and articles, do you people deserve to be in an elegant place like a brothel?"
"vulgar."
A group of people laughed.
Immediately aroused a thousand waves in the Sanye Tower.
"You... are so presumptuous!"
"Whose boy is this? He's really a bastard!"
"Sajia wants to give you a good look today!"
Everyone reprimanded angrily, and some even wanted to teach Yang Gang a lesson.
"Everyone, please wait."
Suddenly Hongye's voice temporarily stopped the chaos.
"The young master's poems are indeed not dirty words. On the contrary... they are elegant and have a warning to the world." Although she said this, her voice seemed to have a hint of resentment.
"Everyone Hongye, what are you talking about?"
"Fairy, don't let this little boy who hides his head and tail hide his head and tail be deceived!"
"What's going on? It shouldn't be? Does this poem... really have a deeper meaning?"
Everyone was shocked and confused.
Everyone from Hongye, who is proficient in folk arts and poetry, actually helped each other speak?
Yang Gang chuckled and shook his head in disappointment.
In this world, after all, cultivation is above all else. No matter how arty Sanye Tower is, the crowds coming and going can't compare to Baizunzunfeng Pavilion, which is number one on Yanliu Street. It is the high-end place for looking for flowers and willows.
Hongye's faint voice came from behind the curtain, "Master Yang's poem is indeed not intended to humiliate the slave family..." She paused and explained: "You may not know, but this is actually a... warning poem."
"Warning poems?"
"What is a cautionary poem? Can anyone explain it to me..."
"I understand!"
Suddenly, a pale middle-aged man stood up excitedly and said loudly: "I understand! I don't see the death of the head in the open, but secretly make your bones dry up. This is not a dirty talk, it is a warning to us that we should not Indulging in the sea of desire, wandering around in pleasure all day long, being sucked dry by beauty, you don’t even know it!”
"Sex is like a bone scraper on the head, everyone." He remembered some unbearable past events, and his pale face turned red with shame, "I think that when I was young, I, Chen, was considered to be extremely talented, but I fell into the entertainment industry by mistake. , I wasted half my life, my family was in ruins..."
"Oh... don't tell me. Everyone, Chen has something to do, so I'll excuse you now."
A long sigh.
After that, he stumbled out, not wanting to stay any longer.
"I see, I understand too!"
The scholar who was the first to stand up and scold him suddenly had a look of confusion on his face.
"This poem is indeed a rare warning poem."
"Just two sentences, seemingly straightforward, but they explain the power of sex in a simple and concise way, and warn the world not to be greedy for sex, just like the big brother just now..." He looked at Yang Gang upstairs, with a look on his face. Ashamed: "Words of warning should be simple and easy to understand, so that they can penetrate people's hearts. I wonder if I understand this correctly?"
"Um."
Yang Gang nodded slowly without comment.
This poem may seem simple and straightforward, but it is thought-provoking.
It was done by a 'poet' named Lu Yan. Many people may be unfamiliar with this name, but if you mention his cousin "Dong Bin", it will be heard like thunder.
"I'm just being shallow. I just apologized to my brother for my impulsive words!"
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Yang Gang, his face full of shame.
"This... can it be explained in this way?"
"No wonder Miss Hongye isn't angry at all."
"Ahem, I understand, I understand too. The young master is so talented in literature!" Seeing that everyone seemed to understand, all the ordinary people also expressed that they understood, and praised Yang Gang endlessly.
"Yes, yes, I understand too!"
"A masterpiece in troubled times, truly a masterpiece in troubled times!"
A group of people shook their heads, as if immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.
Yang Gang smiled.
'What a low-end game! '
He couldn't help but feel a little boring, so he turned to Hongye and said: "I wonder if this poem and five thousand taels can please Miss Hongye to play a piece for me alone tonight?"
"This poem is worth a thousand gold. Hongye is so happy to be given it by the young master..." The woman behind the curtain held the poem in her hands and looked at the straightforward words on it.
There was a look of shame and annoyance in his eyes.
After a while.
Just listen to her hiding behind the curtain and whispering:
"As the young master said, Hongye doesn't want to be an ordinary person. Five thousand taels of silver, don't mention it..."
