Xiyan felt a little disgusted when she heard Yu Ting mention her. She naturally knew Mr. Yu, and she had met him once at a previous banquet. He was rather frivolous, which made her a little displeased.
I'm just reluctant in my heart, and I can't reject it intuitively. It's better to listen first and then say, "I wonder what the young master has to propose?"
"If someone's poems are recognized as the number one, how about taking a look at Miss Xi Yan's beauty?" Yu Ting has long wanted to see Xi Yan's beauty, and he wears a veil all day long, which arouses people's unbearable itch.
When it comes to poetry, he has already made preparations. As long as he can enjoy the beauty, he will propose to write poetry, and he will use peony as the theme.
Just to catch a glimpse of her beauty, if it weren't for the people behind Tianxiang Pavilion that he couldn't afford to offend, otherwise he would have taken action long ago. How could he have so much patience?
"Is this? The young master also knows that the slave family cannot be the master. The young master should not embarrass the little girl."
There was anger on Xi Yan's face under her veil. Who in Yu Tingdang didn't know his evil thoughts? As soon as he said these words, everyone present might know his purpose.
Sure enough, all the gentlemen here looked at each other. Who doesn't want to see the girl's beauty? Even if you don't get the first place, there will always be the first place to see it, right?
When Tianxiang Pavilion selected the oiran, they had never seen the true face of Lushan. Several girls were selected with veils. They only said that their faces would be revealed when the time comes, and I promise not to disappoint you all.
But everyone was really a little unhappy when they didn't see his true appearance. Only later, he appeared veiled all the time, with superb piano skills. As time went by, everyone ignored him.
This was one of Tianxiang Pavilion's methods. Previous oirans had never let anyone down, and no one mentioned it again later.
After being rejected like this, Yu Ting's face became a little ugly. He held the fan with a little force, but she was just a flower girl from a brothel! Did she really think that she was one of those ladies?
After two years and there is a new oiran, shouldn't we have to take off our clothes and let others have fun?
By this time, the atmosphere was a little stagnant. Gu Chengyu frowned. This veiling should be Tianxiang Pavilion's strategy to attract customers, for the sake of mystery. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the girl is, she will always get tired of looking at her every day, right? This is true for Yu Ting
It's a bit overwhelming.
Thinking of the woman's difficulties, Gu Chengyu decided to say a few words to smooth things over.
Otherwise, if he just leaves, this poetry meeting will be extremely boring. These people who choose to hold a poetry meeting in this brothel are probably drunkards who do not want to drink.
Zhu Pang was a little unhappy. He had long disliked Yu Ting. This Yu Ting was even more dandy than him. After all, he was still in the Imperial Academy. Yu Ting was accustomed to bullying others because he was the son of the Shangshu Mansion.
"Ouch! What are you doing? The gentlemen can just compete. Of course we, Miss Xiyan, will not refuse. If someone wins the first place, then Miss Xiyan will definitely play a song for him alone."
It turned out that the ghost slave who was standing in the corner had already sensed something was wrong and went to find Mother Hua. As soon as Mother Hua came, she immediately agreed.
Some of these young masters have quite a lot of backgrounds, and they, Tianxiang Pavilion, just take this opportunity to make a name for themselves.
Besides, I’ve been whetting everyone’s appetite for more than a year, so there’s gotta be some sweetness, right?
After Hua's mother entered the gauze curtain, she winked at Xiyan. Xiyan had no choice but to nod her head. After Hua's mother left, she picked up the handkerchief and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Then let's get started! Let's see who has the ability to let Miss Xiyan play for him alone." Yu Ting's face instantly warmed up, and he no longer cared about Xiyan, and just urged everyone to start.
With the motivation in hand, everyone did not wait for Huang Junheng to write first. They all started writing ink and thinking hard at the same time, determined to write a good poem.
Before Gu Chengyu started, Hua Lian started to grind ink for Gu Chengyu. Gu Chengyu thought about just writing it. But think about it, if you don't show some real skills, after a while, the streets and alleys of the capital will spread.
His reputation as Gu Jieyuan was wasted.
Looking to the side, he found that Zheng Lun was already deep in thought, thinking about how to write. Even Zhu Pang was holding a pen, looking at the sky and thinking about poems. Gu Chengyu shook his head.
Zhu Pang was particularly disgusted with writing poems on weekdays. Even the doctors from the Imperial College often said that he was a rotten tree that cannot be carved.
Today, for the sake of Xi Yan, I even racked my brains and wrote it.
"Master Gu!" Hua Lian picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Gu Chengyu.
With a shy face, two red clouds flew up from the cheeks, looking at Gu Chengyu's expression, she was still shy, and her eyes were even more affectionate.
Gu Chengyu was under great pressure and sighed inwardly that it was the hardest thing to accept the kindness of a beauty!
"Ahem! Helpful girl!"
Gu Chengyu held the pen and pondered for a while. After a few breaths, he started writing.
"Peony is always favored by spring, never envy peony. How many days can wheat fall in autumn?"
Hua Lian looked at Gu Chengyu's serious way of composing poems and couldn't help but be fascinated. People often hear people say that the appearance of heaven and man is probably like this!
After Gu Chengyu finished writing, he put down his pen.
Yu Ting pretended to meditate for a while before he started writing. His peony poem was written by three staff members in the government. The three cobblers were better than Zhuge Liang. He didn't believe that he could not win against these students who composed poems on the fly.
Huang Junheng also had the same idea as Yu Ting. He had already finished it before, but the only difference was that he wrote the poem himself. He is really a fool if he still can't understand Ting's purpose.
It turns out that I made an appointment with them today just to sing this play.
However, I didn't expect that Gu Chengyu would show up halfway. I was afraid that Yu Ting would be disappointed. Not to mention Gu Chengyu, even Min Feng beside him would not be able to let Yu Ting win the first place.
He glanced at Gu Chengyu, just in time to see him put down his pen. Was he finished writing? This was too fast. Could it be that he was prepared?
No, it's not possible. Huang Junheng thought for a while, Gu Chengyu has always been quick and talented, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to compose a poem in such a short time.
After waiting for about a stick of incense, everyone had already put away their pens, except for two people who were still writing.
After the other two people finished writing, Huang Junheng suggested: "It's almost finished now, so let's start the review now? Why not start with me first!"
"Why don't you ask Miss Xiyan to read it to everyone?" At this time, Yu Ting suddenly suggested.
Xiyan is still willing to just read poems. Compared with before, this is not too much.
So, everyone wrote their signatures under the poem, and after the ink dried, they handed it over to Xi Yan behind the gauze curtain.
"Then let's start with Young Master Huang!" Xiyan picked up the top one and saw that it was signed by Huang Junheng.
"The peony looks like a new crop, and it blooms several times in the court.
The east wind and restraint are reserved for the coming of Mr. Xi."
Xi Yan's melodious and soft voice sounded, and she read some of the artistic conception of Huang Junheng's poems.
"Brother Huang is indeed a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, and this poem is very suitable for the occasion." Someone listened and praised quickly.
As a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, Huang Junheng always had some talent. Although his reputation is not as good as that of Min Feng, who is also one of the talented men with him, he does not lose his reputation.