Hearing this question, the crowd applauded. The Song Dynasty was a prosperous literary style. Even if the average person was not very talented, he had a broad vision and could tell that the title of Top Courtesan was unique.
The group of Childes from the capital city began to think hard. Although many of them were playboys, they were influenced by what they saw and heard in Lin 'an, a place where scholars gathered. What's more, these people often wandered around the red-light district. Many brothels chased after literary talents. They all had experience in similar things.
"I got it!" A playboy stood up excitedly and handed the poem to the servant girl. Soon, the servant girl opened the paper and read, "Go two or three miles, four or five houses, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers."
"Good!" Not expecting someone to write it so quickly, the crowd applauded. The playboy cupped his hands and looked at the beautiful figure behind the curtain from time to time, feeling very proud.
"This bastard." The girl in yellow suddenly cursed.
Song Qingshu was stunned and couldn't help saying, "I think the poem is quite good."
The girl in yellow snorted and ignored him. Xue Baochai explained to him with a red face, "Baoyu, uncle used to urge you to read more books … This poem was written by our dynasty's poet Shao Yong. He, Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, and Cheng Yi are known as the Five Scholars of the Northern Song Dynasty. They are famous Confucian scholars."
"Is that so? Haha …" Song Qingshu couldn't help blushing. No wonder the girl in yellow was angry. Shao Yong was a sage of the Jianshan Academy. But this person used his poem to compete with him in a brothel. It was a disgrace to literature.
But judging from the excitement of the crowd, it seemed that only a few people knew the origin of the poem. They were indeed a group of playboys who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.
Thinking of being looked down upon by the girl in yellow and Xue Baochai, Song Qingshu felt lucky that he was using the identity of Jia Baoyu. Otherwise, he would have lost a lot of face.
At this time, Xue Pan came to Xue Baochai and said, "Good sister, help me write a poem. You know, I can fight, but writing poems is too difficult for me. " Previously, when he was in Lin 'an, he had hired a group of idlers to deal with such situations in the brothels. But this time, it was impossible for him to bring those gunmen with him to Western Xia. So, when he encountered such a problem, he was dumbfounded.
Xue Baochai snorted, "What a scandal! I won't help! "
Song Qingshu chuckled inwardly. With Xue Baochai's personality, how could her younger sister help her brother chase a prostitute in a brothel?
"Got it!" At this moment, Lü Shidao threw away the brush in his hand and handed over the finished paper. The maid took it and showed it to Hua Kui. Then, she read it out loud, "After parting, the two worlds are hanging by a thread. He only said it would be March or April. Who knew if it would be five or six years? The seven-stringed zither has no heart to play, and the eight-line script cannot be passed down. The Nine Chains broke in the middle, and the Ten Li Pavilion anxiously awaited. A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, helplessness, resentment. "
"Alright!" There was another round of applause. For a moment, it was hard to tell which one was better, this one or the one just now. But this one had more words, so it was probably better. The key was that it also described the lovesickness between a man and a woman, which seemed to be more appropriate in this situation.
Lü Shisheng smiled and stood up, "I also have one …"
Someone had already sent it to the back of the bead curtain. The maid quickly read it out, "Thousands of words can't be finished. Bored to death, I lean on the railing. In the ninth month, I climb high to look at the lone goose. In the autumn of the eighth month, the moon is round, and the man is not round. In the middle of the seventh month, I burn incense and ask the heaven. In the dog days of the sixth month, everyone waves their fans, and my heart is cold. In the fifth month, the pomegranate is as red as fire, but there is a cold rain to water the flowers. In the fourth month, the loquats are not yellow yet, and my heart is confused when I look at the mirror. In the third month, the peach blossoms turn with the water. Drifting, the string of the kite is broken in February. Ah, my husband, I can't wait for you to be a woman and I to be a man in the next life! "
"Well, this one has more words!"
"Childe Lyu and Lü are really talented!"
"The two brothers really have it easy. As long as one comes up with something, the other can compare it with the other one."
…
This time, Song Qingshu didn't dare to rashly applaud. His first reaction was to look at the yellow-robed woman and Xue Baochai.
As usual, the yellow-robed woman ignored him. Xue Baochai couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw his impatient expression, "This is Zhuo Wenjun's' Poem of the Resentful Lover '. Although it wasn't written by them, it's quite appropriate to use it to express their love for that top courtesan."
Xue Pan couldn't help but curse, "Ptui, who do you think you are? How can you be so insincere when visiting a prostitute?"
Xue Baochai's smile froze when she heard his vulgar words. The yellow-robed woman also looked at him with disdain. Song Qingshu, on the other hand, felt that his honesty was somewhat adorable.
Xue Pan didn't deliberately lower his voice, so the Lü brothers in the distance heard him as well. Their faces darkened as they stood up and cupped their hands towards him, "I've heard that Young Master Xue is a talented man. I wonder if you can write an essay to broaden our horizons?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of snickering could be heard. How could they, who were all from Lin 'an, not know Local Bully's level?
"I … I …" Xue Pan couldn't help but blush as he was surrounded by so many people. He could even faintly sense that the top courtesan was staring at him.
Xue Baochai frowned and took out a piece of paper, "Young Master Xue's essay is ready." She naturally didn't want to help her brother pick up girls, but she also didn't want to embarrass the Xue family. Thus, after a moment of hesitation, she decided to help her brother.
The servant girl took the paper and began to recite, "The moon is eight times round on the nineteenth day. Six of the seven scholars are insane. At the fifth hour, the rooster is drummed three times.
Xue Baochai couldn't do anything about it. Everyone was well aware of her brother's terrible personality. If he used overly genteel words, everyone would know that he wasn't the one who wrote it. Thus, he chose to use this kind of limerick, which was more in line with his style.
Xue Pan immediately swept away his dejection and began to applaud himself, "Good!"
The others secretly despised him, and there was only sparse applause. However, Xue Pan didn't care about it at all. He cupped his hands and bowed to everyone, saying, "You flatter me."
Xue Baochai covered her eyes with her hands, feeling so embarrassed.
"One big Qiao, two small Qiao, three inches golden lotus, four inches waist. Five, six, seven, make up eighty or ninety percent delicate. " Soon, someone else did it. Although the meaning was a bit vulgar, it was praised by many men in a brothel.
At that moment, Lv Shisheng suddenly said, "I wonder what Young Master Jia has done?" Hearing his words, the group of people all looked at Song Qingshu with complicated expressions.
A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was definitely the leader of the group of young masters, and no one dared to offend him. But now that Jia Shidao was dead and the Jia family was in decline, they naturally had no scruples. Thinking of how they had flattered him in the past, they were all very unhappy, and they were happy to see him make a fool of himself.
Song Qingshu smiled and didn't take it to heart. He casually wrote something and handed it over. Not only Xue Baochai, but even the girl in the yellow dress also looked at it curiously. But when they saw what he wrote, the two girls' expressions became very strange.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, twenty-three, thirty-four."
The girl in the yellow dress looked even more disdainful, but Xue Baochai felt even more embarrassed than when her brother made a fool of himself. She thought she would really urge Baoyu to study more when she had time.
Song Qingshu didn't care. He wasn't interested in being the top courtesan, anyway. Besides, it was Jia Baoyu who was embarrassed, so what did it have to do with Song Qingshu?
After the maidservant took the bead curtain, a snicker sounded from inside. It was obvious that Hua Kui was also amused. Song QingShu shrugged and took a sip of tea indifferently, waiting to be eliminated.
Unexpectedly, a beautiful voice came from inside, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety. Thousands, tens of thousands, countless pieces fly into the plum blossom and never disappear. This poem is really unique. Young Master Jia, you are so talented. "
Song Qingshu almost spat out the tea in his mouth, and Xue Baochai and the girl in the yellow dress looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
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