Transmigrating to an alternate world, his father, nine elder brothers, and several uncles all died in battle.
During the funeral, his fiancée arrived to break off the engagement, insulting X...
Hearing Xiao Yu recite the poem again, Ningxiang wasn't the only one who was excited.
The other courtesans' eyes also lit up, and they stared at Xiao Yu with affection...
Although this poem was given to Ningxiang, it also confirms one thing: Xiao Yu is very good at writing poetry. Just by seeing Ningxiang's frown, he was able to write the lines, "The beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep inside with furrowed brows."
As courtesans, they were all educated, even if some of them only started learning later in life.
However, their appreciation of poetry is no less than that of scholars.
With just half a poem, they knew that Ningxiang had the chance to go down in history based on that half poem alone.
Young Master Xiao is indeed exceptionally talented!
He writes poetry as casually as an ordinary person eats and drinks...
Now he can write poems for Yue Die and Ning Xiang, and the next one he'll give to me.
This was the thought of the other courtesans. Although they were jealous of Ningxiang, they were even more amazed by Xiao Yu's talent. At this moment, the way they looked at Xiao Yu was like how female demons looked at Tang Sanzang.
"Why...why did you stop reading?"
Ningxiang was still basking in her surprise when she noticed Xiao Yu pick up his wine glass and silently drink, then fell silent.
Beside her, Yu Yao couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Xiao, could it be that you, like before, suddenly lost your inspiration?"
Ningxiang frowned slightly. Her emotions were on the line, so how could she have lost her inspiration?
"Young Master Xiao, please stop teasing me and tell me the second half of the poem."
Ningxiang was on the verge of tears, her delicate body leaning forward, her hands tightly gripping the handkerchief, as if she were facing the most important choice of her life.
It's not that I've lost inspiration.
Xiao Yu shook his head and said, "This poem is in my mind... However, I only gave Sister Yue Die half of the poem earlier, and now if I give you the whole one, I'm afraid Sister Yue Die will be sad. Let me remember Sister Yue Die's half of the poem first, then I'll give you that half; that would be fair."
Upon hearing this, the courtesans suddenly realized what was going on.
"Thank you, Young Master Xiao."
Yue Die felt much better. Just now, she was thinking that she was going to lose out, only getting half a poem, while Ning Xiang got the whole one.
Now it's all good, everyone has only half a poem, it's fair and just, and no one loses out!
"Young Master Xiao is quite considerate of Sister Yuedie, yet he has the heart to let me worry about this half-finished poem."
Ningxiang pouted and whined, her excited face instantly turning to disappointment.
"If you think half a poem is too little, I'll give it to... Sister Yuyao."
Xiao Yu said with a smile.
"No, that won't do! Don't scare me!"
Ningxiang was so frightened that she quickly said, "Half a poem is fine, I don't mind if it's not enough, I can wait... After you remember to give Sister Yuedie the half poem, remember to give me the other half as well."
"good."
Xiao Yu smiled and nodded in agreement.
"When will Young Master Xiao write a poem for me?"
Yu Yao seized the opportunity to speak.
Then, the other courtesans also eagerly said, "Young Master Xiao, please escort me..."
"Xiao Lang, if you give me a poem, I will treat you to all my meals whenever you come to Baoyue Tower, and you won't have to spend a single penny."
"Me too! Xiao Lang, if you give me a poem, I will remain chaste for you from now on!"
"Stop arguing, all of you. Just now, Xiao Lang said he would give me the poem first."
"Give me a ride first! Give me a ride first!"
The courtesans argued more and more fiercely, almost to the point of tearing each other apart.
At this moment, the flirtatious Sister Hong appeared. She was furious when she saw her worthless courtesans who were throwing themselves at her.
But these courtesans are not ordinary prostitutes who don't fight back when hit or talk back when insulted... Once they reach the level of courtesans, they are already cash cows, and can occasionally challenge Sister Hong.
The premise of this challenge is to make money for Baoyuelou and not to cross the big boss's bottom line.
The fact that the courtesans were practically throwing themselves at Xiao Yu clearly didn't cross the big boss's bottom line.
Furthermore, with all ten courtesans present, even if Sister Hong wanted to criticize them, she couldn't afford to offend them all.
Some are happy, some are sad.
While Sister Hong was anxious, some of the envious and jealous customers had come to terms with it... Normally, they could only see one or two courtesans when they came to Baoyue Tower, but this time they saw ten at once, so it was worth it!
"No one is allowed to take it! Xiao Lang must return the second half of the poem that I and Sister Yue Die wrote first..."
Seeing that these glamorous little vixens all called Xiao Yu "Xiao Lang," Ningxiang was not to be outdone and changed her address as well.
"Yes, how could Young Master Xiao possibly agree to all your requests? Why not show some real results?"
Yue Die was at a disadvantage because Xiao Yu required her to accompany Murong Chong, so she could only continue to address him as Young Master Xiao and did not change her way of addressing him.
"Well said."
Xiao Yu clapped his hands and said, "I've had enough of Ningxiang's music. I haven't seen Yuedie's dance yet, but she just promised to dance again. Do you think you can get something for nothing?"
"Then I will sing a song for Xiao Lang."
"That's what the sexy courtesan, who was rubbing Xiao Yu's legs with her toes under the table, said."
Xiao Yu didn't know her name, but hearing her melodious voice, as sweet as a nightingale's, he knew she sang very well.
"good."
Xiao Yu smiled and clapped.
At Xiao Yu's urging, these courtesans began to perform on stage.
This made the guests in the hall extremely happy. Their gazes toward Xiao Yu were no longer filled with envy, jealousy, or hatred, but with gratitude!
I am grateful to my godfather for allowing me to see ten courtesans performing in turn today.
"Xiao Lang is amazing. Baoyue Tower has never had such a grand spectacle before, with ten courtesans vying for attention."
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