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"Oh, what wind has brought General Cao here? Come in, come in, the courtesan Bai Youniang will be out soon."The madam continued to speak enthusiastically to Cao Dali.

Following the madam to the inner hall

, all he saw were beautiful women, plump and thin, and fragrant.

This was the first time Cao Dali visited a brothel so openly.

The Daqian Empire allowed brothels to exist, but the tax was heavy.

Looking at the land of pleasure in front of him,

Cao Dali thought of his previous life when he was on a business trip.

He called the number on the small card in the small hotel and was set up by a honey trap.......It's really hard to describe.

After a while,

Cao Dali came to the inner hall under the leadership of the madam.

Several courtesans were having tea with a group of wealthy businessmen and literati.

These wealthy businessmen and literati saw Cao Dali coming.

They all expressed disdain.

A crude warrior also wanted to get the favor of Bai Youniang, the courtesan. It was really a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

This world respects martial arts.

Even Confucianism practices literature and improves strength.

Therefore, it is extremely poor in poetry and songs.

And things are precious because they are rare.

This world also highly respects poetry and songs.

Especially in the place of brothels and fireworks.

The pursuit of poetry and songs has reached a perverted level.

The courtesans of brothels usually choose those literati who are good at reciting poems and writing couplets.

A romantic affair.

The courtesan can also use this to increase her value and become famous.

As for the knight-errant breaking the law with martial arts, are there any warriors who convince people with virtue and forcibly occupy the courtesan of the brothel?

There must be people who do this.

But basically they all ended in tragedy.

In this world, those who can open brothels have deep backgrounds.

They are either high-ranking officials, aristocratic families, or martial arts sects.

Even most brothels are run by the court.

The most famous one is the Jiaofangsi.

There is also a sect formed inside the brothel, called the Red Flower Society.

It is strong and not inferior to the top sects such as Shaolin and Wudang.

Therefore, generally speaking, those who come to brothels must abide by their rules.

Almost no one wants to move strong men.

"Oh, General Cao is here too, why are you also interested in the courtesan Bai Youniang?" A scholar named Ma Yun said, his words full of sarcasm.

"General Cao, your identity as a Jinyiwei is not useful here. The courtesan Bai Youniang wants everyone to write a poem for her. Anyone who satisfies her can become the patron tonight."

"Brother Xu is right. I heard that a few days ago, you kidnapped Chen Zongqi's fiancée, and the move you used was really earth-shattering. Why are you writing a poem for the brothers today?"

The behavior of these so-called literati and poets in front of him was just what he wanted.

So he picked up the sheep's hair and wrote a Tang Dynasty poem on the white paper with crooked calligraphy:

The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of faces. The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous.

If we hadn't met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Yaotai.

The literati, wealthy businessmen, and officials who had been mocking Cao Dali at the beginning, all shut up after seeing Cao Dali's poems.

"What's wrong with you? You all look like you've seen a ghost. Let me see." The talented scholar next to him grumbled and looked down on the person in front of him, saying that he had never seen the world.

But when he squeezed to the front and saw the poem written by Cao Dali, he felt like he had seen a ghost, and his scalp tingled.

A voice came from the silent crowd,"This poem is cleverly imagined, written effortlessly, without any trace of artificiality. Every word in the poem is amazing and every word is beautiful. It's really a good poem, a good poem."

This voice triggered the crowd, and the other literati rushed to comment on it.

Commenting on such a masterpiece will be a great way to brag about it in the future.

"Brother Ma said it well. When reading this poem, one feels as if the spring breeze fills the paper, the flowers fill the eyes, and the faces of people are blurred. There is no need to describe it. It naturally makes people feel that this is a peony, a beautiful woman with jade-like color, and nothing else. It is truly a work of genius and a magical skill. It can be called the fairy in the poem."

"It is wonderful to compare the beauty of Bai Youniang, the courtesan, to the peony flower. In today's competition, I, Wang, think that this poem should be the first."

"Clouds, flowers, dew, Yushan, Yaotai, moonlight, all plain words, praised the plump appearance of the courtesan Bai Youniang, but without revealing any traces, which can be regarded as the best poem in Daqian ancient and modern times."

The courtesans nearby heard the amazing comments of these literati and stepped forward and said,"Please give me Cao Zongqi's poem, we also want to give it to the courtesan Bai Youniang."

After receiving the poem, these courtesans were also shocked by it, and they felt sour and jealous.

They knew that because of this poem, from now on, Bai Youniang's position as the most popular courtesan would be even more unshakable.

Her value would also skyrocket several times.

And she would also be remembered in history because of this poem.

If General Cao could write a poem for them, they could also reach the pinnacle of their lives.

Thinking of this, they looked at Cao Dali with extremely fiery eyes, wishing they could melt him.

Seeing the changes in these people in front of him, Cao Dali was not surprised at all.

After all, this poem of his was a poem written by the poet Li Bai to Yang Guifei in his previous life.

Now copying it and writing it for the courtesan Bai Youniang was more than enough....

Bai Youniang's incense pavilion.

Bai Youniang, the courtesan, took the poem from her personal maid. Her huge chest rose and fell, her legs were weak, her blurred eyes were full of mist, and her whole body was wet.

"Go and invite Master Cao Dali in. I belong to Master Cao tonight."....................................