Under the gaze of all.

Yang Gang took the pen and paper handed over by the little guy, wrote down four lines of poetry with a wave, and then blew the ink and handed it to the little guy.

"Please pass it on to Momiji for me."

"Yes, Childe."

The little guy respectfully took the rice paper with both hands and hurriedly trotted downstairs.

Yang Gang turned his head to look at the puzzled eyes around him.

smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Using the gold and silver of the world to measure the red leaf girl has tarnished the name of the fairy." The more silver, the more cheesy it looks. So Yang had the courage to communicate with the girl with a poem. ”

"Heart-to-heart with poetry? This kid.... Do you still want to convince the beautiful woman with her literary talents? ”

"So confident, does he really have two hands?"

"Heh~~ Arrogance! Momiji is brilliant, how can any person be convinced? ”

"Think about it, how many powerful sons and civil and military wizards have appeared in turn these days, and which one has made everyone in Momiji excited?"

"I see, he's going to get an axe!"

The shocked crowd suddenly regained their confidence and mocked each other.

And at this time.

The red leaves behind the red curtain have already received the poems sent by the little maid.

Holding the rice paper in both hands, he read: "Twenty-eight beauties, the body is like a crisp, and the waist is like a sword...... Cut the mundane. ”

The sound was sluggish.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Momiji's eyes.

The entire three-leaf building suddenly fell silent.

Savoring these two verses, it seems that there is something unusual.

Twenty-eight beauties, waist and limbs cut ordinary ...... These two lines of poetry were read out by everyone in the red leaves, and a beautiful and beautiful woman suddenly appeared in everyone's minds.

It is just the appearance of the girl in white clothes who is fluttering.

She danced in the wind, and her beautiful waist was like a thin sword, and it slashed at the hearts of these ordinary people.

Drunk, Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little bad.

How did you write a poem?

"Akari is gone.... Heads fall. ”

I only listened to Momiji continue to read, but the more I read, the slower and slower, and the voice became smaller and smaller: "Secretly make Jun.... Marrow.... Withered? ”

Something, it seems, is not right.

"Bone marrow .... Withered? ”

She savored the words on the white paper, and a hint of annoying shame suddenly flashed in her eyes.

The 'Dengtuzi' beauty couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

A pair of eyes are sparkling, revealing a pink.

The voice fell.

"Bold!"

Suddenly, a scholar-like boy stood up abruptly and glared at Yang Gang angrily: "Foul language, it's just foul language!" Such a blasphemy against the beauty, you.... You...."

For a while, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Then.

The benefactors of the three-leaf building also gradually came to their senses.

The last two sentences of the poem 'Clearly and without seeing people's heads fall, secretly withering the marrow of the king' are too simple, too straightforward, so straightforward that basically everyone present can understand it.

What kind of poem is this praising the beauty, it is clearly the flirtatious beauty of Chiguoguo!

portrayed the fairy in their hearts as a prodigal girl who is as good as she can do.

Naturally, everyone didn't agree!

"Bastard, get out of here!"

"Get out, get out!"

The crowd coaxed, and the noise shook the clover building.

Even pedestrians passing by in front of the door couldn't help but probe their brains to see what was going on.

"Heh~~"

Yang Gang clasped his hands on his chest, and pointed coldly at Qianfu.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, "You can't even taste the true meaning of poetry, you people are also worthy of entering and leaving the elegant place of Qinglou?" ”

"Vulgar."

A group of mockers.

Suddenly stirred up a thousand waves in the three-leaf building.

"You, presumptuous!"

"What kind of kid is this, it's such a bastard!"

"The Sprinkle family is going to give you a good look today!"

Everyone reprimanded angrily, and some even tried to teach Yang Gang a lesson.

"Everyone, wait."

Suddenly, the sound of red leaves temporarily stopped the chaos.

"Childe's poems are indeed not foul language. Instead...... It has a high style and elegant rhyme, and the meaning of warning the world. Even so, there seemed to be a hint of resentment in her voice.

"Momiji, what are you talking about?"

"Fairy, don't let this kid with his head and tail be blinded!"

"What's going on, shouldn't it? Could this poem ...... Is there really a deeper meaning? ”

The crowd was shocked.

Everyone who is proficient in Quyi poetry and literature actually helped each other speak?

Yang Gang smiled and shook his head in disappointment.

In this world, after all, cultivation is above all else, and the three-leaf building is a vassal and elegant place, and the crowds of people who come and go are not as good as the first hundred ethnic groups in Yanliu Street, which is the high-end field for looking for flowers and willows.

The faint voice of the red leaves came from behind the curtain, "Yang Gongzi's poem is indeed not intended to humiliate the slave family...... she paused and explained: "You may not know, this is actually a ...... Cautionary poems. ”

"Cautionary poetry?"

"What is a cautionary poem? Can anyone answer the ...... for me?"

"I see!"

Suddenly, a pale-faced middle-aged man stood up excitedly and said loudly, "I understand!" In the open, there is no head falling, and secretly the marrow of the king is withered. What kind of foul language is this, this is a warning to us, we should not indulge in the sea of desire, linger in the joy all day long, and be sucked dry by beauty and don't know it! ”

"It's a bone scraper on your head, guys." He didn't know what unbearable past he remembered, and his pale face flashed red with shame, "I think that when I was young, Chen was also very talented, but because I strayed into the party, I wasted half my life, and my family fell into ......"

"Alas...... Don't talk about it. Ladies and gentlemen, Chen still has something to do, so he lost his company first. ”

A long sigh.

With that, he stumbled out, not wanting to stay any longer.

"I see, I understand!"

The scholar who was the first to stand up and scold him suddenly looked stunned.

"This poem is indeed a rare cautionary poem."

"Just two sentences, it seems straightforward, but it simply and concisely explains the power of 'color', and warns the world not to be greedy for sex, just like the big brother just now......" He looked at Yang Gang upstairs with a look of shame: "The words of caution should be simple and easy to understand, so as to go straight to the hearts of the people." I don't know if it's right to understand? ”

"Hmm."

Yang Gang nodded slowly, noncommittal.

This poem seems to be 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 when it comes to his cousin 'Dongbin', it is like thunder.

"It was shallow. Fang Cai's impulsive words made amends to his brother! ”

He said and bowed deeply to Yang Gang, his face full of shame.

"This ...... How can it be explained like this? ”

"No wonder Momiji isn't angry at all."

"Ahem, I understand, I understand. Childe is so literate! Seeing that everyone looked understood, the ordinary people also said that they understood, and praised Yang Gang more than once.

"Yes, yes, I understand!"

"A masterpiece of the turbidity world, it is really a masterpiece of the turbidity world!"

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 bored, turned his head to Red Leaves and said, "I don't know if this poem, plus five thousand taels, can you please move the Red Leaf Girl to play a song alone for me tonight?" ”

This poem is worth a thousand dollars. To be able to get a gift from the son, Momiji's heart is happy and tight......" The woman behind the curtain held the poem in both hands and looked at the straightforward words on it.

There was shame and annoyance in his eyes.

A moment later.

I only heard her hide behind the curtain and whisper:

"As Childe said, Momiji doesn't want to be a mortal person. Five thousand taels of silver, don't mention it......"