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Chapter 31: Normal man, who would do this?

"Young Master Yang, you are..."

Xiang'er looked at Yang Xu in shock, feeling that he was too impatient and impulsive.

Reciting poems and lyrics is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Throughout history, many famous poems that have been passed down from generation to generation are often thought through word by word and revised before they can be completed after several modifications.

Especially for poems related to the moon, there are many pearls and jades in front of you. How easy is it to make something refreshing in a short time?

Yang Xu rushed onto the flower boat and made a confident and ready to let it go. Not only Xiang'er felt incredible, but even the people on the bank by the river were in an uproar.

Many people don’t believe that Yang Xu came up with appropriate poems so quickly, and more people think that he is just trying to steal the limelight and attract attention.

"If this guy can't make poetry or does it look bad, do he see if he is embarrassed..."

Zhou Yi looked at Yang Xu's hypocritical appearance and sneered in his heart.

Yang Xu grinned at Xiang'er and pointed to his head: "Don't you want to write poetry? I already have it here."

Xiang'er said in surprise: "Young Master Yang is so fast?"

Yang Xu's face turned black.

This little girl movie is here again...

Besides, I'm quick, so I'll let you try my best!

"I am quick-witted and full of words. I am talking about this young master! Well, I have something to do, so I can't waste too much time here. After I have finished writing the poem, I go in and get the silver and leave! Miss Xiang'er, are you all ready for the silver?"

Xiang'er's face froze and she stayed there, not knowing how to answer.

This Young Master Yang was a little too conceited... He was sure that the poems he wrote were capable of overcoming several other literati?

Also, why did his eyes only focus on those silver?

In previous Moon Festivals, literati from Jinyang City regarded drinking with four courtesans as an elegant thing. Even if they wanted to get the gifts, they would never mention this matter in full view of the public.

This young master Yang is so good. He keeps talking and is money.

Could it be that his purpose here was to be money and had no interest in the four courtesans?

Or, he has some unspeakable hidden illnesses, only likes money but not beauties?

The four courtesans are all like flowers and jade, especially their ladies are so beautiful. Who would be like this if they are normal men?

Xiang'er thought that her lady had always had a good impression of this young master Yang and wanted to go to see her in person. Now it seems that she can't help but feel worthless for her.

While she was thinking about it here, Yang Xu had already written down the poem and turned to another flower boat.

He is here again...

Xiang'er looked at Yang Xu's back with a dull look, and she was already a little numb to his behavior.

However, the difficulty of writing poems and lyrics is much greater than guessing riddles. In just a short moment, it is not easy to write an ordinary poem that suits the situation. How can I write four different poems in one breath?

Could it be that Mr. Yang’s poems are just written randomly, regardless of whether it is good or bad?

If this is the case, it would be really disappointing!

Xiang'er looked at Zhou Yi on the river bank with a complicated expression. Seeing that he was still frowning and thinking, she was obviously very serious about this matter. Thinking about Yang Xu's perfunctory attitude, she compared her two ways and felt a little more disappointed with Yang Xu.

Withdrawing back the chaotic thoughts, Xiang'er sighed lightly, walked to the table, and her eyes fell on the poem written by Yang Xu.

"The bright moon grows on the sea..."

Xiang'er's mouth opened slightly and she said softly.

She was far less talented than her own lady, and she didn't know much about poetry, but when she read the first sentence, she felt that the artistic conception was magnificent and extremely outstanding.

"...The world is sharing this time. My lover complains about the long night, and I miss you all the night..."

Every time she recited a sentence, she paused and thought about the meaning carefully. When she seemed to understand but not understand, her eyes gradually lit up. She knew that this should be a great poem about moon writing. Her ladies would definitely be very happy after reading it.

It turned out that it was not what I thought. Young Master Yang did not write randomly, but used his heart.

As for why he was so fast... the ancients had seven steps to become poetry, and Mr. Yang must be a great talent!

She was like a treasure, carefully picked up the poem Yang Xu wrote to look at the moon and look away, and turned around and entered the flower boat.

"Miss, Mr. Yang is the first to write it out again! Look..."

Xiang'er couldn't help but feel excited. After entering the flower boat excitedly, she spread the poem written by Yang Xu on the table in front of Yan Feixue.

Yan Feixue stretched out her spring onion jade finger, tapped her forehead lightly, and smiled, "How could you be so anxious?"

Xiang'er said: "Miss, look at Mr. Yang's poem..."

"What good poem can be written so quickly... Yang Xu is a little disappointed..."

Yan Feixue said, her eyes moving downwards and landing on the paper in front of her.

Her eyes fell and she had not moved away for a long time.

She read a poem that was not too long from beginning to end and repeated over and over again, and silently recited it in her heart.

"Miss, is this poem... good?"

Xiang'er couldn't help asking.

Yan Feixue sighed and then left the poem, and said seriously: "Xiang'er, go and invite Mr. Yang in."

Xiang'er said "Ah": "Then...whether Zhou Yi and Mr. Zhou?"

Yan Feixue shook his head and said, "Not to mention that he was one step slower than Mr. Yang, so what if he could do it? Mr. Yang's poem can be passed down through the ages and he cannot compare to..."

When Xianger heard her lady give Yang Xu such a high evaluation of this poem, she was happy for Yang Xu and also observed a moment of silence for Zhou Yi.

Xiang'er left the flower boat and saw Zhou Yi still thinking hard, and Yang Xu returned to the shore again.

She looked at Zhou Yi with pity, then smiled sweetly at Yang Xu: "Congratulations to Mr. Yang, my lady, please enter the flower boat and talk to you."

As soon as she said this, everyone on the bank by the river suddenly became turbulent.

Zhou Yi suddenly looked up, stared at Xiang'er, and asked sternly: "What did you say?"

Xiang'er was startled and then raised her eyebrows: "Young Master Zhou, you lost to Young Master Yang in this third poem."

Zhou Yi's eyes widened, bloodshots were clearly visible in his eyes, and his voice was so loud that he almost roared: "Impossible! I haven't written a poem yet, how could I lose to him? You slut, you are talking nonsense!"

All along, what he showed in front of others was the image of a subtle, polite and gentle literati. This time, he heard that Yan Feixue invited Yang Xu into her flower boat, but he had no share of himself. In desperation, he even said insulting words such as "slutty maid".

Since he met Yan Feixue in Meixiang Tower a few months ago, he was amazed and wanted to be his guest of the curtain. This time, the four great courtesans appeared on the banks of the Yishui River together. He felt that it was an excellent opportunity to get close to Yan Feixue.

He thought that with his own talent, it would be as easy as taking things out of his bags to enter Yan Feixue's flower boat, but he didn't expect that Yang Xu, who appeared in the sky, completely obscured his light.

Zhou Yi has always been arrogant and poetry is his strength. Although Yang Xu wrote poems one step ahead of him, and like the previous episode, he wrote four poems on four flower boats, he did not believe that this guy could do better than himself.

Xiang'er's words "You lost to Mr. Yang" made him unable to accept it for a while, and his blood rushed up and his demeanor suddenly lost.
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