Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Fu Yaoning smiled proudly and waited to see how you answered!

Chen Fengyao glanced at Fu Yaoning coldly. This woman was so aggressive, so annoying!

"Eighth Prince, Yingniang is not feeling well. I will take her to see a doctor first."

As soon as Chen Fengyao finished speaking, he saw Yingniang stand up.

"I am in good health and do not need to see a doctor. Please wait a moment, my Lord. I am not very knowledgeable and do not want to show my weakness, but since Miss Fu has invited me with good intentions, I will respectfully obey your order."

Zhao Yunrong smiled and said, "Don't feel pressured, just do it for fun."

Fu Yaoning didn't expect that she was really going to write a poem. She was a little surprised. After a little thought, she felt sarcastic in her heart. Even if she could write one, it would definitely be a crude and mediocre poem that was unsightly and had no logical meaning.

Later, she would definitely read out her clumsy work aloud in public, so that everyone in the capital would know about her embarrassment!

See how she still dares to be so arrogant! She even dares to seduce men!

Zhou Fangye, Chen Fengyao and Tang Jingchen were also quite surprised.

Zhou Fangye knew that Yingniang had not read many books, so how could she write poetry? But now seeing that she looked calm and not at all flustered, he couldn't help but become suspicious and worried about her.

Chen Fengyao and Tang Jingchen had the same guess as Fu Yaoning. A girl who was brought up in a brothel since childhood would probably not be able to compose any poetry. But now seeing that she looked so confident, they wondered if they had guessed wrong.

Only after Tang Jingchen's suspicion, he suddenly felt something in his heart and remembered that he had just seen Xiao Guoer and Yingniang whispering for a long time.

When I turned my head, I saw Xiao Guoer's face with a determined look.

This girl!

Everyone had their own thoughts and their eyes fell on Yingniang, waiting to see her performance.

Yingniang was seen walking to the poetry table in front with graceful and light steps, raising her slender hands, writing slowly with an elegant and leisurely posture.

Regardless of what the poem she wrote was like, at least it was truly pleasing to the eye to see the beauty writing at that moment.

Naturally, some people knew the former most popular courtesan in Zuihualou. When they saw her composing poems, they couldn't help but become curious.

After Yingniang hung her poem in the remaining blank corner of the screen, many people came forward impatiently, wanting to see the literary talent of the former courtesan.

This situation was exactly the same as the scene just now where people were eagerly looking forward to appreciating the Eighth Prince's calligraphy.

However, Yingniang did not stop to listen to everyone's comments on the poem, but turned around and returned to the pavilion.

Although she had no talent for writing poetry, she was still able to distinguish what kind of poetry was considered a good work and what was an inferior work.

Xiao Guoer's poem can be said to be the best one she has ever read.

She knew in her heart that Xiao Guoer's poem today would definitely be among the top three.

She had no intention of showing off, it was just that Fu Yaoning was going too far.

Yingniang suddenly remembered that Xiaoguo'er, like her, had grown up in Zuihualou since she was five or six years old. The education she received was the same as hers, which was mainly focused on pleasing men, and the teaching on writing was very superficial.

Later, after she pretended to disfigure herself, she no longer had any instruction in writing. So how could she have written such lofty, aspirational and pure poems?

Although I know that she has always had some unusual ideas, this poem today still shocked her deeply.

The people under the pavilion looked at the screen in front of them, where there were crowds of people and what seemed to be bursts of commotion.

The situation was even greater than the sensation caused by the Eighth Prince's poem just now.

All I heard was a cry of exclamation from the crowd not far away:

"Great, great! Unique and different!"

"This poem is truly a masterpiece that has been handed down through the ages, unprecedented in history!"

"I never thought that a courtesan could be so talented. I really admire her. She is truly a talented woman!"

"The idea of ​​this poem must be a metaphor for the courtesan girl herself. She is such a noble person!"

Fu Yaoning's face changed slightly. She naturally heard the admiration coming from the crowd. She didn't believe that a brothel girl could write any good poems. She took a step forward and walked towards the screen in the crowd.

Zhou Fangye followed closely behind.

Zhao Yunrong's expression was unclear, while Chen Fengyao and Tang Jingchen were curious and surprised.

Several people even got up from their seats, wanting to see with their own eyes what kind of poem could draw such admiration.

Only Yingniang and Xiaoguoer were waiting calmly under the pavilion, and heard Yueya asking anxiously, "What poem did the young lady write? Why are so many people praising it?"

Although Yueya was also curious, she couldn't hide her excitement. Just now, the eldest girl was bullied to death by that merciless young lady. Now, wouldn't this be a way to vent her anger?

It’s a pity that she can’t read, otherwise she would definitely go and take a look.

Xiao Guoer raised a smug smile, raised her eyebrows at Yueya, and said, "This is called if you don't make a sound, you will be amazing! I don't think anyone will dare to look down on me in the future."

Fu Yaoning looked at the poem that she thought was not very good. Her face gradually turned pale and blue. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. She murmured to herself, "How could it be... How could it be possible..."

Zhou Fangye was also shocked and surprised. He looked at the poem written by Yingniang, then turned his head and cast his gaze at Yingniang who was sitting under the pavilion not far away. He couldn't help but have a big question mark in his heart: Yingniang, I didn't know you were so talented. Why did you keep it a secret in the past?

After Zhao Yunrong carefully read Yingniang's poems, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the past, I had underestimated this courtesan of Zuihualou, thinking that she was just a prostitute who made a living by her beauty and musical skills, but I never expected that she had such a deep mind! It really made me take notice!

Tang Jingchen, who was also shocked, could not help but slowly opened his lips and softly recited this highly praised poem:

"Alan said"

Of all the flowers on land and in water, the lotus is the only one that should not be touched.

Get out of the mud without dyeing, licking and not demon.

Just four short sentences, but the meaning is still not enough.

Throughout the ages, people have chanted and praised the lotus countless times, but without exception, most of them only focus on praising its rich fragrance and beautiful beauty.

Only this poem praised its elegant and pure character and interests in a unique way, which can be said to be ingeniously conceived. No wonder everyone present was amazed and praised it again and again.

What is even more commendable is that the poem implies that although the author has unfortunately fallen into the dusty world, he still has great ambitions deep in his heart. He is not willing to leave everything to fate and follow the customs, and become a plaything manipulated by others, but instead longs to maintain his own noble sentiments of purity.