"I wasted my tongue for such a long time, but I just wrote a poem with the theme of spring. I thought it would be so hard! ”

Shen Laosan scratched his head disdainfully, and then his eyes the size of mung beans turned, picked up the pen and paper placed aside, and wrote down a line of limerick poems.

"Spring rain is as precious as oil, and the grass is green and fragrant. Integrity is good in spring, come out to visit the green building. ”

After writing it, Shen Laosan was satisfied with the poem and put it in front of Yang Dong and others for a while, and then called the little guy at the door and sent the limerick poem out.

After doing this, he looked at Yang Dong expectantly and asked:

"Yang Gong, do you have a poem in your heart?"

Although he raised questions, Shen Laosan didn't think that Yang Dong could write anything good.

After all, with Yang Dong's identity, it's okay to let him kill. But let him write poetry, he doesn't have the ability.

At this moment, Shen Laosan, because he had been staying in Luozhou before, happened to miss the time when Yang Dong's Great Zhou Shixian was in his prime. Therefore, it is understandable to have this question.

When Yang Dong heard this, he smiled faintly.

Taking spring as the theme is not a problem.

It seems that the organizer of the Oiran Contest in this Yanfang Building is a smart person.

If there is a Jin'an topic from the beginning, the influence of the Oiran Contest will inevitably be greatly reduced.

After all, the high difficulty also unexpectedly has a high threshold. Most people come to the Oiran Contest just to have fun. If all these people are shut out, how many talented people can there be?

After silently restraining his thoughts, Yang Dong's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Writing spring poems, he naturally recited a lot. But the problem is that this is a green house, and it's also an Oiran competition.

Wait, when it comes to Qinglou, Yang Dong's mind shows the figure of that person.

That is a great talent who has been mixed in the Qinglou for most of his life, and his poetry, its subtlety, naturally does not need to be said.

Thinking of this, Yang Dong had a direction. He began to search his stomach and choose one of the more suitable poems.

Wait, there you have it!

Yang Dong patted his head, and a famous poem suddenly appeared in his mind.

Since ancient times, spring has been a season of positivity. But that great talent is unusual, combining spring and sorrow.

Coupled with the strong color of the green building, this song immediately attracted this word to be passed down through the ages.

Yang Dong picked up the pen and paper on the side, and after a little muttering, he picked up the pen in one go.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke. Speechless, who will rely on will.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture. When it comes to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened, and I never regretted it. For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard.

After a simple single word, after being completed in one go, a faint sadness rose in Yang Dong's heart.

I have to say that the level of this butterfly love flower is extremely high.

Especially the last sentence "The belt is getting wider and there is no regret in the end." For the sake of Iraq, the people are haggard. It has been praised by countless people.

Yang Dong raised his hand to beckon the little guy outside the door, and soon the little guy outside the door sent this poem to the stage of the Oiran Competition.

At the same time, on the third floor of Yanfang Building, in a hidden room.

A girl dressed as a Hu person, Zhengyu held a pile of rice paper in her hand and looked at it seriously.

"Miss, the quality of the poems in this year's Oiran Contest is really worrying!"

"Look at what kind of nonsense this is written!"

The girl's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a thin anger on her cheeks.

"What is the integrity of the spring, come out to visit the green building...... Isn't this just vernacular? If that's poetry, then I can write it! ”

Hearing the girl's complaint, a richly dressed woman had a gentle smile on her face.

"You, how many times have I told you, you just don't understand!"

"The purpose of our Oiran Contest is not to select talented people with outstanding literary talents, but to make money, do you understand?"

"Talent or something, and you can't eat it. Only real money can really help us, understand? ”

Hearing this, the girl's cheeks were filled with a look of unbearability.

"But miss, are you really willing to marry a businessman with no literary talent and a big belly? You are the princess of our Doulu tribe, how can you be so condescending and cheap these stinky men of Da Zhou? ”

Hearing this, a cold light flashed on the woman's originally gentle cheeks.

At this moment, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop a lot. The girl knew that she had said the wrong thing, and immediately trembled, and knelt down in front of Doulu Oiran.

"Miss, I know it's wrong, please punish me!"

Hearing this, Doulu Oiran sighed softly. A gloomy look flashed across her cheeks. But soon, all the negative emotions on her face disappeared in an instant. In its place, it was as gentle as ever.

"Well, you can't blame you for this. But all of this I did was for the sake of the Doulu tribe. You're still young and don't understand a lot of things. I don't blame you for this, but in the future, when you speak by yourself, should you pay more attention to understand? ”

Hearing this, the girl immediately nodded like pounded garlic.

She has been with Doulu Oiran for many years, and naturally understands that this young lady in her own house, although she looks gentle and lovely on weekdays, is a very indifferent person in her bones.

It can even be said that she is an unscrupulous person who has not achieved her goals. But it is precisely because of her character that the Doulu tribe can barely support itself now, and there is no split.

All of this is the credit of Doulu Oiran.

It's just that...... Over the years, there have always been many people in the tribe who want to overthrow the rule of Doulu Oiran on the grounds that Doulu Oiran is a Seyu person.

I heard that someone is already secretly struggling with manpower......

Thinking of this, the girl's eyes could not hide a trace of worry.

After all, only she knows best how much her own Oiran has paid for the continuation of the Doulu tribe!

The girl looked at the Doulu Oiran with some distress, and her eyes flushed slightly.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"

Doulu Oiran glared at the girl, but a faint smile flashed on her beautiful cheeks.

"If you come and look at this poem, it's quite charming."

"I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi...... Tsk, this distinguished guest of Tianzi No. 1 room is really a merry and talented man! ”

"If I had the chance, I'd love to meet him in person."

Looking at the excitement in Doulu's eyes, the girl couldn't help but rub her eyes.

Wait a minute, is this still the Doulu Oiran who seems to be gentle and lovely in his own home, but is actually a Doulu Oiran who rejects people thousands of miles away?

Why is she smiling so brightly?

Some people died, but not completely......