Look to the side.
This courtesan, dressed in a pink dress, had a slightly low neckline that revealed her sexy and alluring collarbone and long, slender neck.
Her figure wasn't as exaggerated as the two before, but it was very well-proportioned. Just as Xiao Yu was staring at her, he suddenly felt his leg being lightly kicked.
Xiao Yu looked down and saw a fair and smooth foot with rounded toes, gently rubbing against Xiao Yu's calf.
"An all-rounder."
Xiao Yu thought to himself, then silently added, "It's also a boon for foot fetishists."
Let's look at the other courtesans.
Some had incredibly long, slender legs, while others had alluringly narrow waists; each had their own unique features, which dazzled Xiao Yu.
Not only was Xiao Yu seeing things, but even Murong Cheng was stunned.
He had never seen so many courtesans in his entire life.
"These slutty, seductive bitches!"
Yue Die and Ning Xiang exchanged a glance. Both of them felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and just wanted to stick together and drive away these cheapskates who came to steal their poems.
"Our young master is amazing!"
Zhao Haining, who was squeezed out of the crowd, was so envious that she almost cried.
"Young Master Xiao, why do you only look for Sister Yue Die and Sister Ning Xiang, and not me?"
The magnanimous courtesan spoke, her face showing a pitiful expression, as if she were about to weep.
"Who are you?"
Xiao Yu asked.
"This humble servant is Yuyao..."
"That's what the magnanimous courtesan said."
No, you should be called You Rong... Hmm, it's possible that Yu Yao is just your stage name, and your real name is You Rong, right? Hmm, that must be it! ... Xiao Yu felt that he had guessed the truth.
"You bitch!"
The other courtesans cursed inwardly.
In terms of looks alone, none of them felt they could lose to Yuyao, but upon seeing her full and rounded breasts, they couldn't help but feel intimidated.
Just as they were pondering what methods they could use to make Xiao Yu remember them immediately.
Knowing that if things continued like this, Yue Die would surely have her poem stolen by these slutty vixens, she quickly said, "Young Master Xiao just said he had some inspiration... Sisters, please don't disturb Young Master Xiao."
Have you already had an inspiration?
Yu Yao and the others were taken aback. They looked at Xiao Yu and then at Ning Xiang.
Ningxiang nodded silently.
She was also helpless, she had actually lost to Yue Die... At this time, Ning Xiang had figured out the situation. Xiao Yu came to Bao Yue Lou just to win over Murong Chong.
Unfortunately, Murong Chong loved Yue Die. If Murong Chong had loved her, she would have been the one to receive the poem.
Although disappointed, Ningxiang listened attentively with great curiosity, wanting to hear what kind of poems Xiao Yu could write.
Amidst the anticipation of the courtesans.
Xiao Yu slowly opened his mouth and said, "A touch of peach blossom on her red lips, her makeup still fresh and her hair disheveled."
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the courtesans lit up.
This perfectly crafted line of poetry praises the woman's beauty... The words are concise and the imagery is vivid.
For example, the word "殷" in "朱唇一点桃花殷" not only describes the vividness of the lip color, but also gives people a strong visual impression.
As expected of Young Master Xiao, his very first words left the courtesans in awe.
Especially Yue Die, when she heard that Xiao Yu had really written a poem for her, her delicate body trembled with excitement. She tightly gripped Murong Chong's hand with her fair and slender hands, forcibly preventing herself from losing her composure.
Standing to the side, Murong Chong sensed the courtesan's excitement and thought to himself, "If only I could write poetry too."
He was obsessed with martial arts and had never been good at studying since childhood, nor could he appreciate the quality of poetry.
But for a poem to move a moon butterfly so much, it must be a wonderful one.
"What a beautiful poem!"
In order to make his presence known to Yue Die, Murong Chong said loudly.
Instantly, everyone's eyes turned to Murong Chong...
"A beautiful poem...a beautiful poem..."
Murong Chong realized he might have overplayed his hand, so he lowered his voice and spoke softly.
Then, the courtesans rolled their eyes and their gazes fell on Xiao Yu.
But Xiao Yu remained silent.
"Young Master Xiao, what's next...?"
Moon Butterfly couldn't help but ask.
That's all.
Xiao Yu tilted his head slightly, pretending to think for a moment, and said, "Just now, inspiration came to me like a spring, but when the courtesans came out, I was so busy admiring your beauty that I forgot the last two lines... No rush, let me think about it slowly."
What I was really thinking was: I'll use half a poem to keep you hanging for now, so my brother-in-law can have a taste of the sweetness. Otherwise, why would he marry his sister to me without hesitation?
Xiao Yu decided to secretly tell Murong Chong the second half of the poem, so that he could use it to continue reading about the Sleeping Moon Butterfly next time he came to Baoyue Tower alone.
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Upon hearing this, Yue Die's pretty face visibly turned ugly, and she glared at the courtesans with a coquettish expression.
It's all because of these flashy, cheap women who suddenly appeared, leaving me with only half a poem.
How can half a poem make one's name known throughout history?
"hehe."
The other courtesans wore expressions of schadenfreude.
The poem wasn't for themselves; half of it could ease their pain.
"Xiao Yu, think about it quickly."
Seeing that his goddess was unhappy, Murong Chong quickly urged her on.
You stupid brother-in-law, you're hopeless!
I remember my ancestor once said, "Money is for women to see, not for women to spend."
Xiao Yu felt that the same principle applied to poetry: poetry is for commemorating women, not for giving to them.
If any courtesan could make me write a poem, then what about the dragon-wielding sword and jade pendant the Empress gave me? Ah! Tell me, what are they?
Courtesans can inflate their own prices.
I, Xiao Yu, will also drive up the price of poetry.
"Brother, don't worry. I haven't completely forgotten the second half of the poem. It's just that the inspiration is stuck in my head and I can't think of it for the time being."
As he spoke, Xiao Yu felt a cool sensation on his lips. It was Ning Xiang, who was frowning, bringing a peeled grape to his mouth.
The grapes were crystal clear and very juicy... but Ningxiang's face, which was flushed with fragrance, was puffed up with anger. Xiao Yu had given Yue Die half a poem, but not to her.
Thinking back to Xiao Yu's wicked act of tying her to the bed and then running away, Ningxiang felt very wronged. She felt like a baby who was very wronged but still couldn't cry and had to coax Young Master Xiao.
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Xiao Yu swallowed the grape and looked at Ningxiang's resentful expression, which was exactly the same as the expression he had when he blindfolded her and tied her to the bed that night.
They actually felt wronged!
Thinking back, he realized that he had indeed wronged Ningxiang last time. She kindly let him take advantage of her for free, but he tied her to the bed and then went to investigate Mr. Di. It was really too wicked of him.
Then, he gently pinched Ningxiang's fair and delicate chin with his fingers and said softly, "A beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sits deep within, her brows furrowed..."
Upon hearing this, Ningxiang's delicate body trembled.
Her previously tearful eyes instantly brightened.
He's going to write another poem!
This is a gift for myself!!
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