"Good word!"

After writing, Liu Bingye couldn't help but pick it up and read it again, and immediately said sincerely: "Brother Yan's talent is amazing in front of it. As soon as this red lips appeared, I'm afraid that the poems of those talented men tonight will become works by children, which is extremely ridiculous."

"You think it's a good word, too?"

Wei Yan smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and said, "Then this poem is yours."

"ah?"

Liu Bingyi did not react for a while.

Wei Yan hugged his shoulder and said, "Eight hundred taels of silver, if you win, you get two hundred, I get six hundred. As for the favor of the courtesans, the invitation from brothels, and the accompanying beauties all night in spring, they are all yours."

Liu Bingyi was dumbfounded.

Wei Yan said seriously: "You have agreed just now. You said that as long as you can do it, you will never refuse. A gentleman's words are as good as hell! Are you a brother?"

Not far away, Liu Wuyou was still hiding there, listening.

Finally, under Wei Yan's words of silence, Liu Bingyi took the lyrics signed by Liu Yong and walked up to the board and went to the pleasure boat where talented men and women gathered.

When Wei Yan returned to Liu Chan's side, Liu Wuyou had already come forward, stood behind, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Hey, isn't that big brother?"

Liu Jieyou, who was watching the fun, suddenly looked at him and saw a familiar figure passing through the lively crowd, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, walking towards the stage.

"How did the elder brother get over?"

The pretty loli was full of question marks.

Wei Yan explained calmly: "The disease should be because I have heard too many poems tonight. Suddenly, the inspiration in my heart was so exciting that I was almost unable to hold it in, so I was ready to go over and show my skills."

Pretty Loli: "..."

Liu Chan, who was next to him, said, "He can write poetry?"

The pretty loli didn't like to hear this, so she snorted and said, "Of course my elder brother can write poetry! My elder brother has been learning from famous teachers since he was a child, writing poetry and painting, and is proficient in everything."

Liu Chan stopped talking.

As the eldest son of the former prince, he naturally has a good learning environment since he was a child, and this ability is indeed what he deserves.

"But why did my brother suddenly attend that event?"

The pretty loli still couldn't figure it out.

Tang Jie next to him smiled and said, "You little girls must not understand such things. Men, who doesn't want names, who doesn't want... Haha."

The pretty loli frowned and was about to defend her elder brother, a burst of cheers came from the crowd over there.

"Liu Yong, a Kyoto native? I don't seem to have heard of this name before?"

“Who brought it?”

"Haha, now does anyone dare to go on stage to make poems?"

Seeing Liu Bingyi coming on stage to introduce himself, other talented men and women in the audience started to discuss, mostly ridicule and ridicule.

After all, no one knows the name Liu Yong.

A woman in red on the stage politely took the bamboo slips from Liu Bingyi's hand and smiled: "I wonder which brothel was written by Mr. Liu?"

Liu Bingyi was stunned for a moment, and Fang asked awkwardly: "Which brothel does Miss Xue come from?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the woman's face suddenly stopped.

All kinds of laughter suddenly broke out from the audience.

"Haha, this young man didn't even know which brothel Ms. Xue was from, and he dared to come on stage to write poems for her."

"I don't even know which brothel I support, but I dare to come on stage. It's ridiculous!"

And the top brothels behind Taiwan couldn't help laughing.

The woman in red held back her laughter, opened the bamboo slips in her hand, and said, "Telling that Miss Xue is the courtesan of Qingyuelou, this poem by Mr. Liu..."

Suddenly, she stopped talking, stared at the beautiful small characters with the ink on the bamboo slips that had not dried, and started to read them seriously.

"Miss Ruyue, read it! What's wrong? Could it be that Mr. Liu wrote too shockingly, and you dare not read it?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone in the audience started to cheer again, and all kinds of ridicule were heard.

Since he is from Kyoto, he has never heard of this name. He is not a talented man. I guess he heard that the girl Tingxue from Qingyuelou is as beautiful as a flower, so he wanted to join in the fun and take a look.

What kind of poetry can such a person write?

"Ahem!"

The woman in red, named Ruyue, coughed twice, calmed everyone down, looked at the young man in front of her deeply, and said to the following: "Everyone, calm first, this poem... I really want to read it."

After everyone calmed down, she looked at Shujian, her eyes bright and her voice came out in a crisp voice.

"Dian Jiang's lips, I give it to Xue."

As soon as the lyrics were released, everyone started to cheer again.

"Dian Jiangqi? Is this intentional challenge to Brother Sun?"

"No? Brother Sun just wrote a song of red lips, which was also given to Miss Tingxue. Hehe, this young man is so brave that he dared to challenge our grandson Sun on the spot."

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!"

The sound of cheering and ridicule became even more noisy.

The woman in red frowned, but did not speak again, and continued to recite the words with a crisp voice:

"After kicking the swing, I get up and tidy my hands. The flowers are thick and thin, and the clothes are thin and thin, and the clothes are light and light..."

As soon as the first part came out, the noisy sounds gradually became quiet.

The woman in red looked up and continued to recite.

"When the guest came in, he slipped in his socks and gold hairpins. He walked away with shame, leaned against the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plums."

When she finished reading the next film, the noise from the audience completely quieted down.

All the talented men and women looked surprised and silently recited this small poem.

"The flowers are thick and thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are clear..."

"When the guest came in, he slipped in his socks and gold hairpins. He walked away with shame, leaned against the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plums..."

Wei Yan has no doubt about the effect of this poem.

After all, this small lyric is a masterpiece by the talented girl Li Qingzhao. It describes the innocent expression of the girl and is known as the work of "the song is full of joy".

This little poem sounded like everyone's ears, but a picture appeared clearly in their minds.

It seemed like, "I heard that the snow girl was lazily getting up to sort out her slender hands after she finished swinging. The thin branches were hung with crystal dewdrops, and the flowers were in bud, and the fragrance and sweat were permeating the thin silk clothes.

Suddenly, I saw a guest coming, so I didn't have time to wear shoes, I pulled away with just socks, and even the golden hairpin on my head slid down. I ran away shyly, but leaned against the door and looked back. I was clearly looking at the guest, but I deliberately wanted to smell the green plums in front of the door to cover it up."

The girl in the white dress sitting in the curtain behind the stage suddenly looked in a daze, and this picture appeared in her mind unconsciously, as if she had really experienced it herself.

"Good word!"

Liu Chan slapped the railing and was the first to exclaim.

Tang Jie and Han Shaoqing next to them both woke up, slapped the railing with folding fans in their hands, and exclaimed: "It's indeed a good word! An excellent good word!"

"Brother 66666666666!"

The pretty loli raised her thumbs up and kept giving likes.

At this time, the talented women in the audience reacted.

This short poem made the talented women feel empathy, and they exclaimed in surprise, with excitement on their faces.

"Good words! Good words!"

"Only the poem "Young Master Liu" can afford the first place!"

"As soon as this word comes out, all the poems tonight will be overshadowed!"

The talented girls were very excited, and their eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Liu Bingyi.

And those talented men who were still mocking and sarcastic just now had to admit that this small poem is indeed a rare masterpiece, and they will definitely surpass the heroes tonight.

Without a slight surprise or a slight worry, this poem indeed won the first place.

While everyone was cheering, Wei Yan secretly planned his money.

After getting 600 taels, he can now buy a decent mansion.

Jiuqu corridor, rockery, garden pond, wives and concubines, ah, there are many servants, all of them can be found!

Cool!

He couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!