The words of the flower girl Lingyu of Tanhualou made Zhao Xin and Ning Yunzhi very surprised.

"Why is Miss Lingyu saying this?"

"Can't you redeem the money if you have it?"

Ning Yunzhi asked anxiously with a small face.

Zhao Xin also stared at the Oiran Lingyu in Tanhualou to see what she would say.

"The old mother of Tanhualou wrote on the deed of sale that she could not redeem herself for three years, in case I was ransomed before I could earn much money for my old mother."

The Oiran Lingyu of the Tanhua Building said helplessly.

"It seems that the old mother of Tanhualou is really shrewd!"

"She knows that with Miss Lingyu's appearance and talent, she will definitely become the Oiran of Tanhualou soon."

"After these three years, Miss Lingyu will definitely become the most famous Oiran in the Great River Empire."

"At that time, Miss Lingyu will not only be able to accumulate wealth and contacts for the old mother of Tanhualou for three years, but also raise her value to the extreme."

"When the time comes, if you want to redeem Miss Lingyu from this Tanhua Building, it will be an astronomical amount!"

Zhao Xin thought about it for a while, and analyzed it all.

"The leader of the poetry club of the Imperial Academy is really powerful, and I can see the essence of the matter at once."

"The little woman really admires."

After hearing Zhao Xin's words, Lingyu of Tanhualou's Oiran showed a look of admiration on her little face.

"Cut!"

"I thought it was difficult."

"As long as it can be solved with money, it is not a problem."

Ning Yun said with an indifferent face.

"This son, this is not a small amount of money, but as the son said, it is an astronomical amount."

The Oiran Lingyu of the Tanhua Building said with a smile.

"It's okay Miss Lingyu, didn't you tell Miss Lingyu just now, my brother is rich in Taiwan."

"A few pieces of gold and silver, but just a few pieces knocked down from the mountain of gold."

Zhao Xin glanced at Ning Yunzhi and said indifferently.

"Yes, Miss Lingyu, some scattered silver taels are just things outside the body."

Ning Yunzhi also echoed Zhao Xin and said.

"The two sons are here to drink and chant poetry and listen to music, so don't talk about unhappy things at this time."

"In the past few days, Lingyu has written a poem, but she only wrote the first two sentences, and she really can't write it later."

"Can you please ask the head of the Imperial Academy Poetry Club to make up for it?"

The flower girl of Tanhualou Lingyu said with a smile like a flower.

"Oh?"

"On the way here, I heard from my brother that Miss Lingyu is quite good at poetry and songs, so I just happened to see it."

"Miss Lingyu can call me Brother Xin."

Zhao Xin said with great interest.

"Miss Lingyu, come and hear it."

Ning Yunzhi's little face was already full of anticipation.

"Then Lingyu will be ugly."

"The newly cracked Qi Su is as clean as frost and snow."

"Cut into a hehuan fan, like a bright moon."

"Brother Lao Xin will make up the poems in the back to Lingyu."

The flower girl of Tanhualou Lingyu read these two lines of poetry softly, and then looked at Zhao Xin expectantly.

"These two sentences are quite appropriate, and I'm afraid that there will be a turning point later."

"It's hard to write."

"But this is not difficult for Brother Xin, he is now the god of poetry of the Dajiang Empire."

Ning Yunzhi read it softly, and was a little surprised by the two lines of poetry written by the flower girl Lingyu of Tanhualou.

Then he frowned lightly, and he really couldn't think of how to continue.

When Zhao Xin heard this poem, he suddenly felt very familiar, very similar to what a female poet wrote in history.

So he thought about it for a moment and then took three sentences back.

"In and out of the king's arms, shake the breeze."

"I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and the cool soars to take away the heat."

"In the abandonment of donations, in the kindness of the reluctance."

"I don't know if these three sentences can still satisfy Miss Lingyu?"

Zhao Xin smiled and looked at the flower girl in the Tanhua Building, with appreciation for her in his deep eyes.

"In the abandonment of donations, in the kindness of the reluctance."

"The artistic conception of the red face and the loss of time of the beautiful woman was written out at once."

"Brother Xin is worthy of being the god of poetry, and he can write such god-like verses with a little thought."

"Lingyu was deeply impressed!"

The Oiran Lingyu of Tanhualou repeated it several times, and instantly became intoxicated and couldn't extricate herself.

Looking at Zhao Xin again, his eyes were full of admiration.

"I saw Brother Xin's god-like poetry, and I thought I could control the violent fluctuations in my mind."

"I didn't expect that as soon as these three lines of poetry came out, my heart still beat so fast."

"The artistic conception of writing poetry is really beautiful."

Ning Yunzhi said excitedly.

"Brother Tai is really too humble."

"I think Lingyu's level of poetry writing is very high."

"Among the female poets, they must belong to a dazzling existence."

Zhao Xin's words came from the bottom of his heart.

The talent of the Oiran Lingyu in Tanhualou is also comparable to that of Li Qingzhao in history.

"It's a great honor to be praised by Brother Xin."

"How about Lingyu dare to ask Brother Xin to send me a poem?"

The flower girl of Tanhualou Lingyu looked at Zhao Xin expectantly and said.

"Brother Xin, let's send a poem to Miss Lingyu."

"It just so happens that I also want to see what the test written by the poet god for women is like."

Ning Yunzhi instigated Zhao Xin on the side.

Ning Yunzhi, who is also a woman, is of course curious about what kind of poems Zhao Xin will give to the flower girl Lingyu of Tanhualou.

"In that case, then I will entrust a poem to Miss Lingyu."

"The poem is called "Jin Mingchi Yonghan Willow".

"There is a cold wave, ruthless residual photos, it is Xiao Xiao Nanpu."

"More blowing, frost strips lonely shadows, remember, the old flying flocculents."

"When I came late, the smoke and waves were slanting, and when I saw the travelers, I specially slimmed down my waist like a dance."

"There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, and there are still good sentences of Yantai."

"Spring makes autumn rain."

"Thinking of the past, the secret hurt is like a promise."

"Indulgence, painting around the embankment, cold out, water clouds are still the same."

"Recalling the past, a little east wind, a few heavy curtains, and sad eyebrows."

"Wait for an appointment with a plum soul, the moon is light at dusk, and whisper to Yi Shenpiao."

"What does Miss Lingyu think of this poem?"

Zhao Xin read out Liu Ruye's poem in one breath.

Liu Ru is the same as Lingyu in front of him, and he also sold himself in the Qinglou when he was young.

Talent is no different from Lingyu, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and poetry is also a female leader.

The appearance is also as beautiful as a fairy, sinking fish and geese.

This poem is simply created for the Oiran Lingyu of Tanhualou.

"Recalling the past, a little east wind, a few heavy curtains, and sad eyebrows."

"Wait for an appointment with a plum soul, the moon is light at dusk, and whisper to Yi Shenpiao."

"This poem seems to be talking about the past of my life."

The last two sentences caused Lingyu to cry bitterly.

"Brother Xin, really a poetic god!"

The Oiran Lingyu of Tanhualou was directly stunned after hearing Liu Rus's poem.

The tower repeated it many times before he woke up from his trance, and before he knew it, he was already in tears.

I don't know if these tears were shed for herself or for the woman in the poem.

Unconsciously has become a person in the poem.