Wanrou Oiran's tone was cold and glamorous, and only a word was heard in the female voice, and Hong Shi concluded that this Oiran's voice was very beautiful, and if he could make this Oiran sing a song, he didn't know how many talented people would admire and fall in love.

Hearing the cold voice of Wanrou Oiran, the maid named Xiaokui suddenly made a decision, and her face, which was still hesitating, suddenly made a decision.

After Xiao Kui said that sentence in the gentle Oiran, he directly put the one hundred taels of silver that Hong Shi stuffed into Xiao Kui's hand and put it in Hong Shi's hand, and said with a still cold face:

"Didn't you hear? You are not welcome in Miss, and if you don't leave, don't blame me for having someone drive you away."

"But ......"

Hong Shi became nervous again, this time his nervous forehead was sweating, if he was really kicked out, his already stinky reputation would probably stink even more this time.

After all, Cao Ange was really notorious in the past.

Now people have finally forgotten about Cao Ange under the wash of time, if Cao Ange's name is passed out again because of this incident, then the original thing that Hongshi still wants to gain a foothold in the Cao family will really be shattered.

Thinking of such a chain of consequences, it strengthened Hongshi's heart that he would not leave.

The maid called Xiao Kui pushed Hong Shi and found that this person's strength was so great that he couldn't push it at all, and in the end, in order to prevent Xiao Kui from punishing herself, Xiao Kui pushed open the door and was about to call someone, and at the moment when Xiao Kui was about to push open the door, Hong Shi suddenly said to the Wanrou Oiran who was removing her makeup:

"Miss, don't be in a hurry to drive me away so quickly, I admit that it is indeed rude for me to be uninvited, but today is not a moment for Miss to spread a famous poem"

"Famous poems?"

This time Wanrou Oiran finally made a move other than removing makeup, seeing Wanrou Oiran's movements, Hong Shi's beating heart finally quieted down, Hong Shi is really afraid that this woman will not enter, if that is the case, he will really have to be kicked out.

"That's right, it's a famous poem, I can make a poem for you, Miss, I don't know if Miss wants to appreciate it, after all, this poem is from you, Miss."

Hong Shi stood up and said majestically, after all, as long as he enters his home field, Hong Shi is sure to turn a situation that is not favorable to him into a situation that is beneficial to himself.

To Hong Shi's surprise, Wanrou Oiran actually said coldly:

"I'm not interested, Aoi-chan......"

Hearing that Wanrou Oiran refused to accept him so simply, even Hong Shi was stunned, he didn't expect Wanrou Oiran to be so ruthless.

In fact, Hong Shi doesn't know how many years in the Yong'an Dynasty it is rare to see a famous poem, these days just came out about the famous poems about Yunyang Lou is popular in the Yong'an Dynasty, plus so many years have seen those talents who have written poems for themselves, none of them have been on the big row, so Wanrou Oiran no longer has the same expectations for poetry.

Seeing Xiao Kui about to open the door, Hong Shi was in a hurry and hurriedly shouted out the poem he had just thought of:

"Hey, hey, you listen to me first, look back and smile, the six palaces have no color...... This, this can always be! ”

Hong Shi was already nervous and sweating profusely at this time, if he was really caught by Qing'er outside, he would really be finished, at this time, even Hong Shi couldn't figure out how Qing'er could find me room by room, is there really no one to stop Qing'er?

Could it be that Qing'er is also a hidden boss like Cao Manxin? There is another identity behind it.

If so, then it would be outrageous!

Hong Shi didn't believe this explanation, and at this point a miracle finally happened.

Wanrou Oiran suddenly stopped removing her makeup after hearing Hongshi's words, and her delicate face began to furrow.

"Aoi-chan"

Graceful Oiran called Aoi's name again, and this time, after hearing the cry, Aoi suddenly closed the door that had just been half opened, and then stood quietly and kept silent.

"Girl, you're finally willing to ......"

Hong Shi saw that Wanrou Oiran finally listened to himself, but what Hong Shi didn't expect again was that before Hong Shi finished saying this, Wanrou Oiran suddenly scolded:

"Shut up and say the next word"

Hong Shi: "......"

"Uh...... You're too inappropriate! Gentle ...... The name Wanrou is really not suitable for you! ”

In the end, Hong Shi had no choice but to continue:

"The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and washes the cream"

"Enough is enough, don't talk about it, Yun'er quickly get pen and paper," Wanrou Oiran's tone finally increased this time.

At this time, just by relying on these two sentences, Hong Shi roughly knew in his heart what kind of character the woman in front of him was.

It's so cold!

It's so savage, it's terrible!

At this time, Hong Shi had the idea of wanting to leave here, but thinking of the more brutal Qing'er outside, Hong Shi still planned to stay here!

Soon the maid Yun'er brought paper and pens.

Yun'er held a tray and seemed to be preparing to compose a poem for Hong Shi, Hong Shi recalled the poem in his mind, his face calmed down and looked at the size and quantity of paper in the tray, and suddenly said:

"More paper, these are not enough"

As soon as the words fell, the cold voice of the gentle Oiran came.

"Zhiruo goes to get the paper"

Hong Shi heard the voice of the gentle Oiran, and became more and more sure that this woman was a strong woman, or the kind that said nothing, it was simply too cold!

Hong Shi began to can't believe how he ran to such a tigress place, if it weren't for the rules of ancient women who have always been Shuhui and dignified, etc., if there were no these rules, Hong Shi was really afraid that the woman in front of him would be the first to jump up and kick me out of the stairs.

Thinking of this, Hong Shi couldn't help but shudder, but he still clenched his pen and wrote down the title:

"Song of Long Hatred" - Cao Ange

Hong Shi changed the poet's name to Cao Ange's name, I wonder if the poet Bai Juyi saw it, would he really become a big demon king and travel through time and space to kill me!

After thinking about it, Hong Shi couldn't help but smile, and then began to write his own long poems.

At this time, Wanrou Oiran was still there to remove her makeup, but this time she let Hongshi write it down.

Then Hong Shi began to write:

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

…………

Soon a quarter of an hour passed, but Hong Shi still hadn't finished it, and this time the makeup of the gentle Oiran had been removed, but this person's poem hadn't been written yet, so I'm afraid you're not fooling me!

Thinking of this, the gentle Oiran stood up suddenly, and thought angrily in her heart that if you, a thief, dared to lie to me, you would be finished.

But as soon as she stood up, Wanrou Oiran saw that the three maids beside her were each holding a piece of paper at this time, and their eyes were extremely focused, and the maid who was dragging the plate for the man did not blink at all, and the whole person's attention was attracted by the content of the paper.

Seeing the appearance of these maids around her, Wanrou Oiran felt a little incredible.

After all, the four maids around me are also in contact with poetry all year round, so they can naturally understand the artistic conception of poetry superficially, but they won't be so fascinated!

I couldn't help but be curious, and the man at this time hadn't finished writing, so I couldn't help but be even more curious about what this person had written, and why he had written so much!

And when the graceful Oiran came behind Hong Shi and looked at the verses in the tray, Hong Shi just wrote the last sentence:

"In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, in the earth I wish to be a branch"

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred lasts forever"