Although Yixiang and Yiqin want to be favored by Feng Jinyu, they also know that it is impossible to win the favor of someone like Feng Jinyu...
However, it is a miracle that geishas like them, who have fallen into low status, can see Feng Jinyu...
Even if she doesn't get favored, if she can get a look and a word of praise from Mr. Jinyu... her life will be in vain. Yixiang thought so.
We’ve already come, why not give it a try, there’s no loss anyway. Yiqin thought so.
——Just for such a small possibility...a small wish, Yixiang used her special skills, just to give her a gentle smile when Feng Jinyu thanked her when she presented him with fragrant tea.
Yiqin exerted all her strength to let the lingering notes of the guqin play linger in the air, while casting a flirtatious look at Feng Jinyufei.
It's a pity that Yixiang and Yiqin are the beautiful flowers. Fengjinyu is the ruthless flowing water.
Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless...
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But Yixiang and Yiqin's shy and timid pretty faces, even a blind person can tell that they have feelings for Feng Jinyu.
Among the four people sitting here, Han Ming remained motionless, only enjoying the fragrant tea and the sound of the piano; Wei Ya was not very mature and was a little shy when he saw the beauty at first, but now he was drinking tea, eating snacks, and listening to the wonderful music.
Ask Ye Xue why she didn’t bring the white dumplings.
Ye Xue was not good at women, so she chatted with Wei Ya.
As for Feng Jinyu, he thought that Yixiang and Yiqin had no good intentions towards Ye Xue. He not only regarded Yixiang and Yiqin as two inconspicuous grasses on the roadside, but when he saw Ye Xue and Wei Ya talking in a low voice, he was heartbroken.
After Xi Yexue was not seduced by the beauty of Yixiang and Yiqin, she felt uncomfortable seeing Wei Ya whispering and biting her ears with Ye Xue.
Feng Jinyu stood up from the carpet, holding a green teacup in his hand, and said to Ye Xue and the others: "There is spring water under the mountain, and there is spring in the eyes... Feng Jinyu has poetry in her breast..."
Hearing that Feng Jinyu wanted to write a poem, Han Ming and Wei Ya naturally raised their hands and feet to do it, but Ye Xue did not lose interest and looked at Feng Jinyu with interest.
A glance at Ye Xue's bright eyes made Feng Jinyu feel comfortable all over, and all the discomfort she felt just now disappeared.
Feng Jinyu stepped out one step, then another... one step after another. By the time he took the fifth step, a four-character quatrain was ready.
When Han Ming heard it, he felt that the artistic conception of this poem was so wonderful that it made people want to put it down.
Wei Ya, who has always been very spiritual in poetry writing, closed his eyes and was already intoxicated.
Ye Xue knew that her true poetry writing skills were inferior to even Wei Ya's. However, she also felt the artistic conception in Feng Jinyu's poems.
In ancient times, Cao Zhi, the third son of Cao Cao, wrote a poem in seven steps. In front of her, Feng Jinyu took five steps and composed a poem that was intoxicating.
Feng Jinyu's talent is truly extraordinary... Ye Xue sighed in her heart.
Counting the famous figures, let’s look at the present...
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Wei Ya awakened in the artistic conception created by Feng Jinyu, and soon he became poetic.
Wei Ya pointed to the late-blooming plum blossoms outside the Wujiao Pavilion, and a poem about late plum blossoms flowed out of his mouth.
Feng Jinyu finished reading Wei Ya's poem, nodded in appreciation and said: "Brother Wei's poem is indeed spiritual..."
Wei Ya received Feng Jinyu's praise and showed a smile without any regrets. He said: "I still can't compare to Brother Feng..." Feng Jinyu's talent cannot be matched by him even if he is a flatterer.