In The Palace, I Ran Into The Emperor's Daughter At The Beginning!

Chapter 46 Can't Compose Poetry, But Can Recite It!

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hall.

After Mr. Qian Fatty quoted a sky-high price of 100,000 taels, Su Yu didn't make any more quotations.

No one in the hall made a sound!

Even if they are not afraid of offending Mr. Fatty Qian, they really don't have so much money!

After waiting about two minutes.

Seeing that Su Yu and the others didn't speak any more, Mr. Fatty Qian immediately looked smug!

Looking proudly at the green-robed maid on the second floor, she said, "Tonight, the Tsing Yi Oiran's entry into the cabinet belongs to me. Now I can let my lord see the Tsing Yi Oiran!"

The green-robed maid smiled, nodded and said: "It's only natural, this young master, please..."

But she wasn't done yet.

On the side, another maid walked over and whispered something in her ear.

immediately.

The green-robed maid immediately looked at Mr. Fatty Qian again.

With an apologetic face on his face, he said, "Young master, I'm sorry, the oiran in Tsing Yi just said that her way of leaving the cabinet tonight is different from that of the oiran in the past. She doesn't care about money..."

"If you don't look at money, what do you look at?"

Mr. Fatty Qian was really annoyed.

Seeing that she was about to have a beautiful woman in her arms, and then told him to change his mind?

Isn't this making fun of him!

The green-robed maid was not in a hurry, and announced to everyone: "The oiran in Tsing Yi said that she wants to choose someone who suits her heart, and let all the gentlemen write a poem about flowers. If it suits the oiran in Tsing Yi's wishes, naturally You can enter the cabinet."

"Write poetry?!"

Mr. Fatty Qian's face turned ashen.

If you ask him to spend money, he won't even blink his eyes, but if you ask him to write poetry, how can he know how to do this!

And isn't this a routine played by the so-called literati in Hefang?

This is a flower building in Wenxiangyuan, when did it start?

At this time.

After receiving her poem from Su Qingyi, the bustard cheerfully brought a jug of good wine to Su Yu's side.

"Eunuch, you have been waiting for a long time."

Saying that, Su Yu politely poured a glass of wine.

Su Yu glanced at her.

With a meaningful look on his face, he responded lightly.

Tsing Yi Oiran's way of leaving the court suddenly changed, probably due to his inseparable relationship with the old bustard.

Seeing the old bustard appearing, Mr. Qian Fatty looked at her angrily: "Buddhist, do you still want to do business here? Just now, I, Qian, paid 100,000 taels of silver to buy the oiran in Tsing Yi to leave the court for a night, but in the end I still have to do business." What nonsense poetry!"

The bustard smiled.

As if with a helpless look on his face: "Master, you also know what the original identity of Tsing Yi Oiran is. She has to use poems as the title to get all the gentlemen into the cabinet. This is something that a mere old bustard in my district can't decide." .”

When saying this.

The bustard felt his flesh aching.

After all, the fat man's bid was one hundred thousand taels!

She bought Su Qingyi from the Jiaofang Division back then, and she only spent this price. Now if she can pay back her capital in one night, she will definitely make a lot of money!

But for Madam's order, she also had to give up the one hundred thousand taels.

Match poetry.

To put it nicely, it's arty, but to put it bluntly, it's just free.

Touching the paper in her bosom, it was the poem that Su Qingyi had written and handed over to her just now, she was thinking about how to quietly hand it over to Su Yu later...

When Mr. Fatty Qian heard what the bustard said, his teeth itch!

He couldn't believe the bullshit the old bustard was talking about!

If she, a bustard, can't be the master of her girls, then there is no need for her Wenxiangyuan to continue to open!

It's just that in his capacity, if he wants to make trouble in Wenxiangyuan, he has to weigh it carefully.

It is said that there is a background behind this flower building.

So he gritted his teeth, chose to temporarily swallow the sullen breath, and flung his sleeves to leave!

Everyone in the hall saw this.

Every moment is the mind active.

Unexpectedly, with the twists and turns, the will will be dark and the flowers will be bright, and they will have another chance to kiss Fangze again.

It's just that they also come to Hualou to spend money to play.

The bit of ink in his stomach was not much better than Mr. Fatty Qian who flung his sleeves away.

I thought hard for a long time.

Nor did he make a complete poem.

The old bustard poured a glass of wine for Su Yu, and said tentatively, "Elder-in-law, why don't you write a poem too?"

"I'm a eunuch. I haven't read any books since I was a child. How can I know these things?"

Su Yu shook his head.

"Elder-in-law, don't be so humble, you are a nobleman from the palace, such small things will not trouble you..."

The madam happily praised Su Yu, and was about to hand him the note in her arms.

Although doing so may still make Su Yu suspicious, it is obviously better than directly depositing money.

Capturing the hearts of beauties with elegance is something no man can refuse.

Forehead--

Although Su Yu is a eunuch, he should be no exception.

Su Yu smiled and glanced at the old bustard, he felt that the other party seemed to want him to join the cabinet?

Are they going to take the initiative to attack him?

Su Yu is happy.

He wants to see what kind of demon this Wenxiangyuan is going to be?

Although he really can't compose poetry, he can recite it.

Familiar with the 300 Tang poems in compulsory education, this is the basic skill of the time traveler.

"Okay, then I'll have a song."

Su Yu nodded.

The old bustard stopped holding his hand in his bosom, and looked at Su Yu suspiciously.

Is it possible that this eunuch really knows how to do it? ? ?

The noble concubine at the side also looked at Su Yu curiously, this guy can also compose poetry?

However, her current identity is that of a young eunuch accompanying her. Although she didn't believe that Su Yu could do it in her heart, she didn't express it directly.

Su Yu thought about it.

Ask the old bustard to bring a pen and paper, and write down a poem about flowers that he remembers.

Then it was handed over to the bustard.

According to the rules, the old bustard would hand it over to the green-robed maid on the second floor, and she would read it to everyone and the oiran.

"Eunuch, please wait a moment."

The old bustard took the poem written by Su Yu, walked aside and glanced at it suspiciously.

She found that the diction was not weaker than the one Su Qingyi gave her, and even looked better.

After beckoning, a maid came over.

It is to ask her to hand this poem directly to the green robe maid.

Otherwise, if the shit written by Su Yu doesn't make sense, she will replace Su Yu with the poem written by Su Qingyi himself just now.

soon.

The green-robed maid on the second floor got the note.

After taking a look at it, he announced to everyone in the hall: "My lords, there is already a lord who has written a poem first, and this lord is..."

Seeing the signature on the note, the green-robed maid froze for a moment.

But he still read: "——Eunuch Su."

Eunuch Su?

Eunuch? !

Everyone looked at Su Yu. In this hall, only he and the imperial concubine were wearing eunuch clothes.

Didn't expect this eunuch father-in-law to compose poems?

Following the curious gazes of the crowd, someone immediately shouted to the green-robed maid: "Little girl, read to us quickly, what poem did this father-in-law write?"

"Yes, yes, if you can't listen to the poem you wrote, we won't agree!"

"..."

"Okay, gentlemen, don't worry."

The green-robed maid smiled lightly, looked at the paper in her hand and read out the poem written by Su Yu:

"Flowers bloom differently, and flowers fall differently."

"If you ask where the lovesickness is, when the flowers bloom and fall."

"Cross the grass to form a heart, and will leave a bosom friend."

"The sorrow of spring is ending, and the spring birds are mourning again."

"The wind and flowers will grow old, and the good time is still elusive."

"If you don't tie up with people, you can't tie up with grass."

"That can be full of flowers, which can be translated as lovesickness."

"Jade chopsticks hang down towards the mirror, and the spring breeze knows."