readytorunbook Chapter 178 Poem Demon
Chapter 178 Poem Demon
Luo Zhuyu nodded and chuckled, just posing there.
Others also knew the rules and took out silver medals and handed them to the madam. For a while, the madam was so overwhelmed with money that her hands were tied.
Xiang Wang took out a stack of silver bills, amounting to more than ten thousand taels.
"Taohong, you go, I want to participate too!"
“Although Aunt Luo is old, as the saying goes, old women are not slippery!”
"I'm going to play with her!"
Seeing the banknotes, Tao Hong was speechless: "Sir, you might as well spend your money on your sister."
"Luo Zhuyu is very strong and has great attainments in poetry. You can't compare to her."
Taohong had communicated with Xiang Wang twice, so she naturally knew that the prince was a fool, so she kindly gave him a reminder.
Xiang Wang disagreed: "I am a talented and elegant man, am I not as good as a prostitute in a brothel?"
"You look down on me, don't you? Go quickly and let me show you what I can do!"
Taohong moved her lips and could only walk towards Luo Zhuyu helplessly.
He whispered a few words to Luo Zhuyu, who raised his head, glanced towards Xiang Wang's position and nodded slightly.
Taohong had already turned around, but heard Luo Zhuyu speak.
"Haha, I can't believe that even though Zhu Yu is already an old lady, there are still people willing to spend a fortune on me?"
Luo Zhuyu bit her lips gently and said, "That's fine. Let's ask the God of Wealth to come out and write a poem for our brothel sister."
Many patrons looked up at Xiang Wang.
I know quite a few of the patrons, after all, he invited everyone and he is very famous.
Under the respectful gazes of everyone, Xiang Wang walked out with infinite grace, waving a folding fan in his hand.
He seemed to be unaware of his own abilities, and chuckled disdainfully: "This young master happened to be in Xiaoxiang, and I heard that no one has won the first prize in seven or eight years?"
"In this case, I have no choice but to take on the responsibility."
"Listen!"
Xiang Jian turned his head and pointed at the pink peach blossoms and green willows with his folding fan: "In the evening, a gust of wind and rain came, washing away the scorching sun.
After finishing the sheng, she put on some light makeup in front of the lotus flower.
It is said that after Xiang Wang had sex with them, they put on makeup in front of the mirror.
Xiang Wang looked immersed and spoke again: "The thin crimson silk is as white as ice, and the snow is as fragrant as snow.
"Laughing and talking to my lover, the pillow and mat in the kitchen are cool tonight."
The last two sentences describe the woman's skin, and ask Xiang Wang with a smile if his pillow is a little cold tonight.
"it is good!"
There were bursts of cheers and warm applause from the audience.
No matter whether it is good or not, we should at least give face to the God of Wealth, right?
"Sir, you are awesome!"
Taohong gave a thumbs up and cheered for Xiang Wang.
Chen Changan lowered his head.
This poem was taught to him by Chen Changan on the way here. He can still remember it now. It's good, very good.
Xiang Wangzhi was very proud: "Aunt Luo, what do you think of this poem of mine?"
Before Luo Zhuyu could even open his mouth, the patrons in the audience became unhappy.
I was giving face to Xiang Wang just now. If I don't show my abilities now, will they give me the silver for nothing?
No one's money comes from the wind!
"Although the poems of the God of Wealth are wonderful, I have a poem that I would like to share with you."
"The young face is trimmed with light and even strokes. I love to learn the palace style of makeup..."
“The students have one too!”
"I'm coming too!"
Many patrons rushed to write poems and lyrics, which were very elegant and graceful.
Looking at the noisy scene downstairs, Luo Zhuyu waved her hand and smiled: "The poems written by all the guests are very good, but they are too messy."
"I have a plan. You guys form your own team, and I form my own team, and we'll take turns competing in poetry."
"If I lose, you can all come at me together, don't worry about whether I can handle it or not."
"Cuckoo..."
What the hell, let’s do it together?
Even a bitch can't stand this kind of torture!
Without waiting for the guest's consent, Luo Zhuyu continued, "When I came out, I recited a poem full of lovesickness. Now I will use lovesickness as the theme."
"Sir, are you ready?"
The last sentence was obviously directed to Xiang Jian.
Xiang Jian was angry.
I finally learned a poem and you guys are complimenting me!
Everyone comes to do it, is it your turn now?
With a swish, Xiang Jian opened his folding fan: "In that case, please ask Aunt Luo a question!"
Chen Changan was stunned at that time.
No, Prince, you have no idea what your attainments in poetry are?
Still want to ask a fucking question?
Luo Zhuyu thought Xiang Wang was really talented, and did not hesitate: "The exquisite dice are filled with red beans, do you know how deep my love for you is?"
Xiang Jian waved his folding fan and pointed at Jiangshan: "The lotus turns over, the blue dragon goes inside, come again!"
When Xiang Jian's poems came out, the entire Xiaoxiang Tower fell silent.
Luo Zhuyu said it clearly at the beginning, it was a poem about lovesickness, what is this about you?
Still drilling in...
Can you say this?
"boom!"
A burst of laughter broke out in Xiaoxiang Tower, and everyone was talking excitedly!
"Exposed, exposed!"
"We all want to get in, but your poetry is better than Luo Zhuyu's!"
"I am dying of laughter. The God of Wealth is so brave!"
Luo Zhuyu was both angry and amused, and rolled her eyes at Xiang Wang: "Sir, are you joking with me on purpose?"
Xiang Wang was very smart and shook his head: "I have thought about it. I am well-known in the poetry world. How can I bully a weak woman?"
"My brother-in-law is not as good as me in writing poetry, so let him come out and compete."
"He can't do it, so I'll take action again!"
Chen Changan was stunned for a moment and looked at Xiang Wang in surprise.
Dog Prince, you are such a fucking talent!
You pushed me to the front even though you knew you were not capable of it. It's not shameful for you anyway, right?
"Brother-in-law, it's your turn."
Xiang Wang winked at Chen Changan: "Aunt Luo is known as the Immortal Poet, aren't you known as the Poetry Demon?"
"One immortal and one demon, a fight between a dragon and a tiger, how exciting!"
Ok!
The prince is really good at pretending, I give you 99 points.
The purpose of Chen Changan's coming was to let Prince Jing'an know that he was hanging out in a place with brothels, so he did not refuse.
He stood up and clasped his fists towards Luo Zhuyu: "Aunt Luo, listen carefully."
"Although missing someone is useless, it doesn't matter if you feel melancholy."
Luo Zhuyu gave a thumbs up, this guy is pretty good.
As Chen Changan finished answering, other patrons spoke one after another.
"How much longing for a one-night stand, the world is not far away."
"Flowers fall and water flows, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries."
“If you don’t miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness.”
"Lovesickness..."
There are too many poems describing lovesickness, but after half an hour of thinking about them, there is still no result.
After the patrons had vented their emotions, Luo Zhuyu finally spoke.
"Oh my, my dear guests, are you bullying a woman like me?"
"Hehe, I'm writing poems that were written by previous generations. Don't you think I know how to write them?"
"You are not kind. I will not play with you anymore. Can we call it a draw?"
The patrons were speechless and kept shaking their heads.
They were afraid of falling behind, so they recited poems written by their predecessors. From this perspective, they were indeed cheating.
It’s no wonder that Luo Baili doesn’t want to play with them, there is a reason for that.
Luo Baili turned her head to look at Xiang Wang and was about to say goodbye to him, but she heard Chen Changan say.
"Aunt Luo, you set a trap on purpose, how could your benefactor not be fooled?"
"I wrote a poem. There is no love between the lines, but it is full of the pain of love. If this still cannot buy me a night of spring, I will automatically give up."
Not feeling lovesick, but feeling lovesickness everywhere?
Luo Zhuyu certainly didn't believe it: "Oh? Then please ask Senior Poetry Demon to recite it and see if everyone here agrees?"