On a whim, the Oiran lady danced in public, with a graceful posture and lotus step by step.

Soon, the readers present were full of energy and began to compose poems, and they were eager to make a peerless poem to make the Oiran lady's heart move.

What "this heart is better than the bright moon, reflecting the heart of the flower Rong", "You and I are in a good place, push the cup to change the music to bed", "Today is the flower Rong, tomorrow is the flower Rong, the Hua Rong knows my heart, and I will not regret the death", it is simply speechless.

In the end, it was Liao Gongzi's turn to compose a poem, which was still a bit of a standard, and won the applause of everyone, even the girl Hua Rong also applauded, and the others were envious when they saw it.

"Senior Brother Meng, you go and compose a song too." Yao Jianyu pushed Meng Xing.

Seeing that the Oiran lady was about to fall in love with this Liao Gongzi, Yao Jianyu was a little unwilling, why could such a frustration get the favor of the peerless Oiran, even Senior Brother Meng was not as good.

Although the poems and essays are a bit standard, they are also bullshit, and they sound much worse than those written by Meng Xing.

"Don't!" Meng Xing shook his head, with their supervision, he would not go to the Oiran's room if he was killed, so as not to ruin his innocent reputation.

"If you are entertained by Oiran, we won't tell Senior Sister Liu." Yao Jianyu said.

"He didn't have the guts, he was afraid that the Oiran lady would eat him." Gu Qingzhuo sneered.

"Senior Brother Gu, I think you can't help it! That's why I'm in such a hurry. Meng Xing smiled slightly.

"Okay, since you can't help it, then let's all join the same stream and let the Oiran lady entertain us."

Meng Xing stood up and stepped forward.

"Liao Gongzi's poetry is outstanding, this poem simply speaks to the heart of the slave family, and he can come out on top. Did anyone else write a poem? If not, let Liao Gongzi go upstairs with me. ”

Miss Hua Rong said in a coquettish voice, her soft and delicate voice was like a string, plucking everyone's hearts.

Everyone is envious, jealous and hateful, and they can't wait to replace Liao Gongzi. Such a stunning woman can be held in her arms and do whatever she wants, it is simply the enjoyment of the gods, even if it is ten thousand gold, it will not be exchanged.

Liao Gongzi was also overjoyed, and said, "Thank you Miss Hua Rong for your praise!" It is also an honor for Xiaosheng to be with you. ”

Saying that, Liao Gongzi was going to follow the flower Rong girl upstairs, although he was entertained by the flower Rong girl last time, but he didn't get the body of the flower girl, and he has been a little unwilling, so he came again, just to make Hua Rong willing to serve himself.

It seems that this time there is a great opportunity! So Liao Gongzi was also excited, as if he had seen the next exciting scene.

"Wait! Miss Hua Rong, Xiaosheng also wants to write a poem. ”

At this time, Meng Xing spoke.

Liao Gongzi's expression suddenly froze, he glanced at Meng Xing, and saw that it was a scholar he didn't know, and a trace of contempt flashed across his face.

Miss Hua Rong turned around and saw the handsome and sturdy Meng Xing, her eyes lit up slightly, and she bowed her head slightly: "This son, please!" ”

Meng Xing came to a table covered with rice paper and began to study ink. Everyone suddenly became curious and gathered around him.

"What is your name?" Someone asked.

"In the Lower Mong."

"This son, have you ever written poetry?"

"I've written one or two."

"How well do you write poetry?"

"It's a little passable."

In the middle of a question and answer, Meng Xing polished the ink, lifted the pen, dipped it in the ink, condensed a momentum, and began to write.

Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo also stood beside them, looking at Meng Xing, and exclaimed in their hearts, Senior Brother Meng really has the elegant temperament of a scholar, and his every move is elegant and polite, and he also has the dignified and upright spirit of a scholar.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo liked this junior brother, they would be jealous,

The Oiran lady was also aroused, and stood not far behind Meng Xing, staring at the tip of the pen.

Liao Gongzi had a look of disdain and scrutiny on his face, and he didn't speak. He wanted to see how much ink this halfway creature had.

"Fortune operator, Yongmei."

Smelling the sweet fragrance coming from the Oiran lady in his nose, Meng Xing wrote these words, swiping his pen like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, but the thin gold font that appeared on the rice paper was like a magnificent picture, slowly unfolding.

It's also better written than before.

Just these five words suddenly made the people around them gasp, and none of the other people present could write this beautiful hand.

This font is unique, clear and beautiful, and everyone present has never seen this font.

Was it written by a young man? This is written by a master calligrapher, right? One stroke at a time, as if it is carved, but it is very harmonious, revealing a master-level charm, which is indescribably magnificent.

Miss Hua Rong's eyes also lit up, and there was an urgent look in her eyes, as if she couldn't wait to look at it.

Liao Gongzi's originally relaxed mind was tight, and there was some vigilance in his eyes, could it be that this guy is a fierce rival, and he wants to rob me of the Oiran lady?

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. ”

Loneliness, sorrow, coupled with the cold wind and drizzle, seem full of melancholy, jumping on the page.

A few brushstrokes, but the scenery and emotions are depicted thoroughly, and people can't help but sink into the artistic conception.

The beautiful eyes of the girl Hua Rong are bigger, and she looks more charming, with her moist red lips, people can't help but lean over and steal the mellow.

Liao Gongzi's heart sank, this word seemed a little extraordinary. He is a man of some knowledge, so he can naturally see it.

The people around them held their breath, their eyes widening as they looked at these two words. The Qinglou, which was originally very lively, suddenly quieted down, and the needle drop could be heard.

The sound of rolling sheets upstairs seemed to be louder, and it all spread downstairs.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

When you're done, put your pen down.

But it was quiet.

After a long time, everyone reacted, inhaled cool air one by one, and looked at Meng Xing. This poem simply depicts the artistic conception of Yongmei to the extreme, and also writes the arrogance and purity of plum blossoms.

Liao Gongzi's heart sank, with an unbelievable look on his face, this poem had already compared the poem he had just written, and the situation was not good.

A guy who came out of nowhere actually wrote a peerless good poem, and he was about to snatch the Oiran girl from his hands, and the meat in his mouth was about to fly.

He was angry in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. Miss Hua Rong muttered.

How similar is it to her life experience? Selling himself in the Qinglou, he had no intention of competing for spring, and let the jealousy and suspicion of other Oirans in the end, I am afraid that it will also return to dust, soil to soil, and turn into a handful of loess, leaving only a permanent fragrance in the world.

Words are good words, and words are also good words, like a beautiful picture scroll, spread out in front of you.

This poem is more touching than what Liao Gongzi wrote just now, especially the last two sentences, which are even more shocking and are peerless. I thought that Meng Gongzi's poems came out on top this time, what do you think? Miss Hua Rong's beautiful eyes flashed, and there was a trace of tears in her eyes, and she said.

"That's right! The poems written by Meng Gongzi are indeed much better than those of Liao Gongzi. One by one, they said.

Liao Gongzi was cold, like a basin of cold water poured on his head.