Ten Years After Chopping Wood, I'm Invincible

Madam Hua Kui danced on a whim and danced in public, with a graceful figure and lotus flowers.

Soon, all the scholars present were full of energy and began to write poems.

What is "this heart is like the bright moon, reflecting the heart of the flower", "you go to the heart of the world, push the cup to change the light and go to bed", "today is the flower, tomorrow is the flower, the flower knows my heart, No regrets is the flower Rong", which is simply speechless.

In the end, it was Mr. Liao's turn to write a poem, which was still a little high-level, and immediately won the applause of everyone, even the girl Hua Rong applauded, and everyone else was very envious when they saw it.

"Junior Brother Meng, you should also compose a song." Yao Jianyu pushed Meng Xing.

Seeing that Mrs. Hua Kui was about to fall in love with this Young Master Liao, Yao Jianyu was a little unwilling, how could such a setback be favored by the peerless Hua Kui, even Junior Brother Meng was inferior.

Although the poetry and prose written by him are a bit high-level, they are also unreasonable, and they sound much worse than those written by Meng Xing.

"No!" Meng Xing shook his head. With their supervision, he wouldn't go to the courtier's room if he was killed, so as not to ruin his reputation for innocence.

"If you are entertained by the Hua Kui, we won't tell Junior Sister Liu and them." Yao Jianyu said.

"He's not brave, he's afraid that Mrs. Hua Kui will eat him." Gu Qingzhuo sneered.

"Senior Brother Gu, I think you can't help it! That's why you're so anxious." Meng Xing smiled slightly.

"Okay, since you can't stand it anymore, let's all join forces and let the lady of the oiran entertain us."

Meng Xing stood up and stepped forward.

"Liao Gongzi's poetry is outstanding. This poem speaks to the heart of the slave family, and it can come out on top. Has anyone else composed a poem? If not, let Liao Gongzi follow me upstairs."

Miss Hua Rong said softly, her soft and delicate voice was like a violin string, plucking the hearts of everyone.

Everyone was envious, jealous, and hated, wishing to replace Young Master Liao with his body. Such a stunning woman can be held in her arms and act recklessly.

Young Master Liao was also very happy, and said, "Thank you Miss Hua Rong for your praise! It is also an honor for Xiaosheng to be with you."

Saying that, Young Master Liao will follow Miss Hua Rong upstairs. Although he was entertained by Miss Hua Rong last time, he did not get the body of Lady Hua Rong, and he has been a little unwilling, so he came again to make Hua Rong willing Serve yourself.

It seems that this time is a great opportunity! Therefore, Young Master Liao was also very excited, as if he had already seen the next exciting scene.

"Wait a minute! Miss Hua Rong, Xiaosheng also wants to write a poem."

At this moment, Meng Xing spoke up.

Young Master Liao's expression suddenly froze. He glanced at Meng Xing and saw that he was a scholar he didn't know, and a look of contempt flashed across his face.

Miss Hua Rong turned around and saw Meng Xing, who was handsome and tall, with a sturdy figure, her eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded slightly: "This son, please!"

Meng Xing came to a table covered with rice paper and began to study ink. Everyone suddenly became curious and surrounded him.

"This son, what's your name?" someone asked.

"Under Meng Xing."

"This son, have you ever written poetry?"

"Wrote a song or two."

"How are your poems?"

"Slightly passable."

During the question and answer, Meng Xing polished the ink, lifted the pen, dipped it in the ink, gathered momentum, and started to write.

Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo were also standing beside them, looking at Meng Xing, they were amazed in their hearts, Junior Brother Meng really has the elegant temperament of a scholar, every move is elegant and polite, and he also has the dignified spirit of a scholar.

If it wasn't because Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo liked this junior brother, making them jealous,

The lady oiran was also aroused curiosity, standing not far behind Meng Xing, staring at the tip of the pen.

However, Young Master Liao had a look of disdain and scrutiny on his face, and did not speak. He wanted to see how much ink this guy who killed halfway had.

"Bu Shuanzi, Yongmei."

Smelling the fragrance of the lady of the oiran, Meng Xing wrote these words, swiping like dragons and phoenixes, but the thin gold font that appeared on the rice paper was like a magnificent picture scroll, slowly unfolding.

It's also better written than before.

Just these five words made everyone around take a deep breath. No one else in the room could write these beautiful words.

This type of font is unique, clear and beautiful, and everyone present has never seen this type of font.

Was this written by a young man? Is this written by a calligraphy master? Every single stroke seems to be carved, but it is very harmonious, revealing a master's charm, magnificent and indescribable.

Miss Hua Rong's eyes also lit up, with a look of urgency in her eyes, as if she couldn't wait to watch.

Young Master Liao was originally relaxed, but his mind was tense, and there was some vigilance in his eyes. Could it be that this fellow is a formidable enemy and wants to snatch the oiran lady with me?

"Beside the broken bridge outside the station, I am lonely and have no owner. It is dusk alone, and it is more wind and rain."

Lonely, sad, coupled with the cold wind and drizzle, it seems full of melancholy, vividly on the paper.

With only a few strokes, the scenes and emotions are described so thoroughly that people can't help but sink into the artistic conception.

Hua Rong's beautiful eyes widened, and she looked more charming and colorful. With her moist red lips, she couldn't help but lean over and steal the mellowness.

However, Young Master Liao's heart sank, this sentence seems a bit extraordinary. He is someone with some knowledge, so he can naturally see it.

The people around held their breaths, and all of them stared at these two words with wide eyes. The originally bustling brothel suddenly became quiet, and needles could be heard.

The sound of the sheets rolling upstairs seemed to be louder, and it all reached downstairs.

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be jealous of any group of fragrances. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same."

When you're done, put the pen down.

It was quiet all around.

After a long time, everyone came to their senses, breathing in the cool air and looking at Meng Xing. This poem simply depicts Yong Mei's artistic conception to the extreme, and also writes the arrogance and arrogance of plum blossoms.

Young Master Liao's heart sank, with an expression of disbelief on his face, this poem has already compared to the poem he just wrote, and the situation is not good.

A guy who didn't know where he came from, actually wrote a wonderful poem, and he was trying to grab the lady of the oiran from his hand, and the meat in his mouth would fly.

He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

"I don't want to fight hard for spring, I'm jealous of any group of fragrances. It's scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance is the same as before." Miss Hua Rong muttered in her mouth.

How similar is her life experience to chanting people with things? Selling her body in a brothel, she has no intention of fighting for spring, and she will let the jealousy and jealousy of other courtesans. In the end, I am afraid that dust will return to dust, and earth will return to earth, turning into a handful of loess, leaving only a permanent fragrance left in the world.

Words are good words, and words are good words, like a beautiful picture, spreading out in front of us.

"This poem is more touching than what Master Liao wrote just now, especially the last two sentences. It's even more shocking. It's a great poem. I think Master Meng's poems came out on top this time. What do you think?" His eyes flashed, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes, he said.

"Yes! The poems written by Master Meng are indeed much better than those written by Master Liao." Everyone said one by one.

Young Master Liao felt a chill in his heart, like a basin of cold water pouring over his head.