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Chapter 62 The color is the bone scraper on the head
Under everyone's eyes.

Yang Gang took the pen and paper handed over by the boy, wrote four lines of poetry with a brush, then blew on the ink, and handed it to the boy.

"Please pass it on to Miss Hongye for me."

"Yes, son."

The servant took the rice paper with both hands respectfully, and trotted downstairs.

Yang Gang turned his head and looked around with puzzled eyes.

Smiling slightly, he said loudly: "Using the gold and silver in the world to measure Miss Hongye will only tarnish the name of a fairy. The more silver there is, the more vulgar she will appear. So Yang dared to use a poem to communicate with the girl."

"Communication with poetry? Does this kid still want to impress the beauty with his literary talent?"

"So confident, he doesn't really have two hands, does he?"

"Heh~~ Arrogance! Everyone in Hongye has a brilliant literary talent, how can anyone be convinced by just one person?"

"Think about it, how many powerful princes and civil and military geniuses have taken turns to appear on the stage these days, and which one is tempting everyone in Hongye?"

"I see, he's trying to get the ax out of the class!"

The bewildered people immediately regained their confidence, and they all mocked.

And this time.

Hongye behind the red curtain has already accepted the poems sent by the servant.

Holding the rice paper in both hands, he read: "Twenty-eight beauties, their bodies are like crisps. Their waists and limbs are like swords...cutting ordinary people."

The sound froze.

A strange color flashed in Hongye's eyes.

The whole Sanye Building suddenly fell silent.

Savoring these two lines of poetry carefully, it seems to be a little unusual.

Twenty-eight beauties, cut off from the waist and limbs... These two lines of poems were read out by everyone in Hongye, and a woman of unparalleled beauty and beauty suddenly appeared in everyone's minds.

It was the girl Hongye who looked like a fairy in white clothes.

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

Drunk Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel something was wrong.

How did you start writing poetry when you agreed to bid for financial resources?
"I don't see it in the clear. The head falls."

I only heard Hongye continue to read, but the reading became slower and slower, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "Secretly making you. Bone marrow dry?"

It seems that something is wrong.

"Bone marrow. Dry?"

She savored the words on the white paper carefully, and an annoying shyness suddenly flashed in her eyes.

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

A pair of pupils, however, were sparkling and sparkling pink.

The voice fell.

"Bold!"

Suddenly, a young man who looked like a scholar suddenly stood up and glared at Yang Gang: "Foul language, it's simply filthy language! Such blasphemy against a beautiful woman, you...you."

For a moment, he was too angry to speak.

At this time.

The benefactors of Sanyelou also gradually understood.

The last two sentences of the poem, "If you don't see the head of a man in the open, but secretly make your bone marrow dry", are too simple, a little too straightforward, so straightforward that almost everyone present can understand it.

What kind of poem is this praising the beauty, it is clearly a molesting beauty of Chi Guoguo!

They portrayed the pure fairy in their hearts as a slutty girl who can do everything she can.

Everyone naturally disagreed!
"You bastard, get out of here!"

"Get out, get out!"

The crowd booed one after another, and the sound of the noise shook the Sanye Building.

Even the passers-by in front of the door couldn't help but probe their brains, wanting to see what was going on.

"Heh~~"

Yang Gang folded his hands on his chest, and pointed his eyebrows coldly.

There was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, "You can't even taste the true meaning of poetry, you people are worthy of entering and exiting the elegant place of brothels?"

"vulgar."

There was a group of ridicule.

Immediately aroused a thousand layers of waves in the Sanye Building.

"You,, presumptuous!"

"Which kid is this, he is really a jerk!"

"Dare you say I'm arty? Sajia will give you a good look today!"

Everyone scolded him angrily, and some even geared up to teach Yang Gang a lesson.

"Wait a minute, everyone."

Suddenly Hongye's voice temporarily stopped the chaos.

"My son's poems are indeed not filthy words. On the contrary... they have elegant rhyme and the meaning of warning the world." Even though she said so, her voice seemed to have a hint of resentment.

"Everyone, Hongye, what are you talking about?"

"Fairy, don't let this kid who hides his head and shows his tail be fooled!"

"What's going on, shouldn't it? Could it be that this poem... really has a deeper meaning?"

Everyone was surprised and uncertain.

Master Hongye, who is proficient in folk art and poetry, actually spoke for the other party?
Yang Gang chuckled and shook his head in disappointment.

In this world, after all, practice is above all else. No matter how arty the Sanye Tower is, the crowds coming and going can’t compare to the number one Hundred Ethnic Group Peak Pavilion on Yanliu Street.

Hongye's faint voice came from behind the curtain, "Young Master Yang's poem is indeed not intended to humiliate my family..." She paused, and explained: "You may not know, but this is actually a... warning poem."

"Warning poetry?"

"What is a warning poem? Who can explain it for me..."

"I understand!"

Suddenly a pale-faced middle-aged man stood up excitedly, and said loudly: "I understand! You don't see your head fall in the open, but you secretly make your bones dry. This is not a foul language, it is a warning to us, we should not Indulging in the sea of ​​desire, lingering in the field of pleasure all day, being sucked dry by the beauty and still not knowing it!"

"Sex is a bone-scraping knife on the head, everyone." He somehow recalled some unbearable past events, and his pale face turned red with shame, "I think that when I was young, I, Chen, was considered to be extremely talented, but because of mistakenly entering a party, , I wasted half my life, and my family was in trouble..."

"Even the body~~~" He rubbed his waist and let out a long sigh.

"Hey... don't say anything. Everyone, Mr. Chen has something else to do, so I'm sorry."

After all, he stumbled and walked out, unwilling to stay any longer.

"So that's the case, I understand too!"

The scholar who was the first to stand up and scold him just now was stunned.

"This poem is indeed a rare warning poem."

"In just two sentences, it seems straightforward, but it clearly explains the power of 'sex', and warns the world not to be greedy, just like the big brother just now..." He looked at Yang Gang upstairs with a look on his face. Ashamed: "Words to warn the world should be easy to understand, so that they can go straight to people's hearts. I don't know if I understand it right?"

"Ah."

Yang Gang nodded slowly, noncommittal.

This poem seems simple and straightforward, but it is thought-provoking.

It was done by a "poet" named Lu Yan, and there are several versions circulating.Speaking of this name, many people may find it unfamiliar, but when it comes to his epithet 'Dongbin', it is like thunder.

"It's my shallowness. I made an apology to my brother for the impulsive words just now!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Yang Gang, his face full of shame.

"This... so it can be explained like this?"

"No wonder Miss Hongye isn't angry at all."

"Ahem, I understand, I understand too. You are so talented!" Seeing that everyone seemed to understand, the ordinary people also expressed that they understood, and praised Yang Gang endlessly.

"Yes, yes, I understand too!"

"A masterpiece in troubled times, really a masterpiece in troubled times!"

A group of people shook their heads, as if immersed in the artistic conception of poetry.

Yang Gang smiled.

'This is a low game! '

He couldn't help feeling a little dull, turned his head to Hongye and said, "I wonder if this poem, plus 5000 taels, can you ask Miss Hongye to play a song for me alone tonight?"

"This poem is worth a thousand gold. Hongye is very happy to be gifted by the young master..." The woman behind the curtain held the poem in both hands, looking at the straightforward words on it.

There was shame and annoyance in his eyes.

After a while.

Just listen to her hiding behind the curtain, whispering:
"As the young master said, Hongye doesn't want to be that ordinary person. It doesn't matter if you don't mention 5000 taels of silver..."

(End of this chapter)