"Miss Ning 'er transferred to the Jadeite Courtyard?"
"I've never heard of this. I just saw her at the Golden Phoenix Pavilion yesterday."
"Then what does this line, 'If not in the Jadeite Courtyard, we will meet under the moonlight at the Jade Pavilion' mean? Could it be that this poem isn't written for Miss Ning 'er?"
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… …
Hearing Yang Yanzhou recite another poem, the crowd was stunned for a moment before they started to discuss among themselves.
These famous courtesans didn't have to stay in the same place for the rest of their lives. It was common for them to transfer to another brothel, but this would only happen to slightly famous courtesans like the Top Ten Courtesans. Unless the brothel keeper was a fool, she wouldn't let go of such a cash cow.
Obviously, Hu Ning 'er was the Golden Phoenix Pavilion's brothel keeper's cash cow, and the possibility of her transferring to another brothel was miniscule.
With this, the crowd couldn't help but think of another possibility.
Could it be that this poem wasn't written for her?
If that was the case, then the 'Song of a Beauty' that stunned the crowd just now wasn't written for her, right?
Thinking about it, although Hu Ning 'er could be considered beautiful, it was too much of an exaggeration to say that she was devastatingly beautiful. Even she herself wouldn't dare to admit it.
As for the second poem — 'The rosy clouds are her clothes, the flowers are her face, the spring breeze caresses the railings, the dewdrops moisten the flowers, making them more vibrant. Such a beauty, if not in the Jadeite Courtyard, we will meet under the moonlight at the Jade Pavilion.'
This was also a poem praising a beauty. Compared to it, the 'Soft waist and soft limbs, skillful in singing and dancing' that had been spreading like wildfire these days could only be considered as obscene lyrics.
The previous beauty song and the poem just now were definitely a rare masterpiece. It was unknown which great talent had written them. Some people even felt that it was a great waste to use such a poem on a few courtesans in a brothel.
"If not in the Jadeite Courtyard … the Jadeite Courtyard!" Finally, someone came back to his senses and murmured, "These two poems are both about a girl in the Jade Courtyard. Could it be Chen Miaomiao who has been in the limelight recently?"
In the crowd, Chen Miaomiao's face was blushing. She didn't dare to admit that these two poems were written for her even if she had ten guts. She knew herself. If she was really like what was written in the poems, how could the title of the top artist in the Jades Courtyard fall on Zeng Zuimo's head?
After a familiar figure appeared in her mind, Chen Miaomiao finally understood.
Of course, there was no lack of people in the crowd who understood the situation.
After a short moment of commotion, the place suddenly fell silent again. Everyone turned their gazes and looked at the woman who was not far away.
The woman was comforting the servant girl who was on the verge of tears. From afar, she heard the servant girl say, "Miss, she snatched the poem that Li Li gave you …"
"Li Li …"
In the circle of scholars in Qing An Fu, whenever these three words were mentioned, their hearts would tremble. As a result, those with the surname Li did not dare to let outsiders call them "Young Master".
Since it was that person, then all of this could be explained.
Thinking of the rumors between him and Lady Zuimo, everyone immediately understood.
Yang Yanzhou held the thin book in his hand. From time to time, voices could be heard.
"There is a beautiful person, like a clear breeze …"
"Adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short …"
"Her form, like a graceful swan, like a swimming dragon …"
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Wan Qiliang stood beside Yang Yanzhou in a daze and murmured, "Bullying, this is too much!"
Every single one of them could be used as the finale, enough for an outdated courtesan to make a comeback. Yet, they were tossed out so casually, and there were so many of them at once. In this way, how could Lu Qiaoqiao and Liu Yiyi fight for first place …
Hu Ning 'er's face was pale, and she almost lost her footing. She forced a smile and said, "I was just joking just now. These poems were naturally not written for Ning' er. I picked it up on the ground just now. I'm afraid someone lost it."
Yang Yanzhou and Wan Qiliang only had eyes for the book and did not pay attention to Hu Ning 'er at all. The latter moved her gaze away from the book and exclaimed, "To think that someone could reach the pinnacle of folk song poems, Songs of Chu, and poetry. I'm afraid we will not be able to catch up even if we spend our entire lives."
Suddenly, he asked in confusion, "'Luo Shen Fu' … it compares the woman one admires to a goddess. The words are beautiful but not impetuous, and the portrayal is already at the pinnacle. It is fascinating. But where is this Luo River? I've never heard of it before. Could it be made up?"
Yang Yanzhou's gaze did not move away from the book. He said, "Luo River is the ancient name of Yuan River. Last night, you and I were boating on Yuan River. Moreover, the name Luo Shen is commonly seen in ancient books. How could it be made up?"
Wan Qiliang naturally knew that his knowledge was far from Yang Yanzhou's. If he said there was, then there must be.
"It's him, it can only be him …" Yang Yanzhou murmured. A hint of unwillingness appeared on his face, but he then shook his head with a wry smile. He had already given up on the idea of comparing himself to him in this life.
At this time, the crowd slowly parted to form a path. Zeng Zuimo and Xiao Cui walked over. Yang Yanzhou walked over and said, "Miss Zuimo, I have a request. Can I make a copy of the poem book in my hand?"
In fact, even now, Zeng Zuimo did not know what was written in the book.
She was also very confused. When did Li Yi give this to her? Why didn't Xiao Cui tell her? Also, why was Hu Ning 'er's face so pale? Why were these people looking at her like that?
All the mysteries were contained in the thin book that Yang Yanzhou handed over.
She took the book and flipped it open. One page, two pages, three pages …
As the former top courtesan, her attainments in poetry were naturally not bad.
Gradually, her pretty face began to blush inexplicably. Were these poems all talking about her? Was she really that good?
Looking at those extremely extravagant descriptions, she could not help but think of the scene that night. She only felt that even the roots of her ears were beginning to burn.
Outside the crowd, after Zhu Qing came back to her senses, she turned to the few young people beside her and asked, "How is it? Are you confident …"
"Heh, confident? Those poems have already praised that woman to the heavens. Among all the scholars in the Jing Kingdom, who would dare say the word 'confident'? " The leading young man shook his head. This was already beyond the scope of their competition. It was better to save some face.
In the field, Lu Qiaoqiao and Liu Yiyi looked at each other and saw the deep helplessness in each other's eyes.
The two of them had fought for so long, but in the end, it was still like drawing water with a sieve.
And the few people who had hopes of becoming the top courtesan, including Chen Miaomiao, all looked at Hu Ning 'er with incomparably fierce eyes, as if they wanted to skin her alive.
They did not want to compete for the top courtesan anymore. Damn Hu Ning 'er, why did she have to recite poems for no reason!
Sensing their malice, Hu Ning 'er's face became even paler. She had probably become everyone's public enemy …
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