"What method?"
Sudi stared at Zhao Lin closely, as if he would knock him out and carry him away together with Wang Ziyao if he didn't tell him a useful method.
Zhao Lin smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I'll write another one."
Sudi said angrily, "What kind of solution is this? Brother Wang, let's do it together."
Seeing the two approaching, Zhao Lin quickly said, "Got it, got it."
The two were startled, then they heard Zhao Lin say loudly, "I heard Miss Yun likes daffodils, so I'll give this to her. Well, the poem will be called 'Jade Narcissus in Ciyun'."
"It is a wonder that flowers bloom with the help of water, and the water becomes its bones and jade becomes its skin.
The subtle fragrance has overwhelmed the sweet-smelling flowers, but it is like the cold plum blossoms with no better branches."
After saying this, Zhao Lin bowed to everyone around him and said, "Brother Wang, go and help me collect the debt."
After saying that, Zhao Lin walked away.
Sudi followed closely behind him, looking around with high spirits, as if he was the one who wrote the poem.
While Wang Ziyao was still in a daze, Zhao Lin and Su Di had already left. Seeing that everyone around him was silent and pondering the meaning of the poem, he suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahaha, Master Jiang, give me the 100,000 taels of silver."
Wow!
As Wang Ziyao broke the silence, the scene suddenly exploded.
If the poem "Presented to the Oiran" just given to Zhu Wanting was gorgeous and timely, then this poem "Following the Rhyme of the Jade Narcissus" was extremely suitable for Yun Zhiyi, as if it was written specifically for her.
Almost everyone present knew what had happened to Yun Zhiyi.
Yun Zhiyi was born into a family of officials, but suffered an unexpected change, and her family was exiled. She entered a brothel, just like a beautiful narcissus, with beautiful bones and jade-like skin, quiet and elegant, but there is a trace of regret, because it does not have a good branch like a plum blossom. This means that Yun Zhiyi is as charming as a narcissus, but her fate is also as regrettable as a narcissus.
The most important thing is that Yun Zhiyi herself likes daffodils, so this poem is perfect for her. If it were someone else, the effect would be greatly reduced and it would not be worth 100,000 taels.
But because of Yun Zhiyi, the value of this poem has exceeded 100,000 taels.
Snap!
Bai Shicheng crushed the wine glass in his hand.
Swish!
Jiang Yichen tore the fan in his hand.
Bang, bang, bang...
Many people dropped their wine glasses, which fell all over the floor without them noticing.
“This, this…”
Zhao Mingxiao and Zhao Mingyu looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Regardless of whether Zhao Lin wrote this poem on the spur of the moment, this poem has proved that Zhao Lin's reputation as a poet is well-deserved.
It's nothing more than this.
"Sister Yun!"
Fu Liqing suddenly turned his head to look at Yun Zhiyi beside him, and saw this narcissus-like figure standing there, her pretty face was red, white, or green, and her expression was changing constantly. She muttered, "Just better than the cold plum without a good branch, just better than the cold plum without a good branch, just better than the cold plum without a good branch, just..."
Tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her fair cheeks like jade beads without her realizing it.
"Sister Yun!"
Fu Liqing stepped forward and shook Yun Zhiyi's hand. Yun Zhiyi finally reacted and forced a smile: "I lost my composure. Mr. Zhao's poems are really good, really..."
Yun Zhiyi's tears rolled down, and she was choked with sobs and could no longer make a sound.
Fu Liqing remained silent, just holding Yun Zhiyi's hand and standing with her.
Fu Liqing knew that Zhao Lin's poem touched Yun Zhiyi's heart.
From a young lady from an official family, she has fallen into prostitution. Although she has not started to receive customers yet, how long can Fu Liqing protect her? It is only a matter of time before she starts to receive customers.
Just like the poem says - there is no better branch than the cold plum.
Everything is good, except that there are no good branches.
"Why did Zhao Lin write this? He made Sister Yun sad for no reason." Fu Liqing complained.
She didn't know it, but she was actually jealous.
Including today's poem, Zhao Lin has given Fu Liqing three poems, each one better than the last.
Just based on these three poems, Zhao Lin can stand firm in the poetry world, and Yun Zhiyi can also be passed down through the ages with these three poems.
But there was not even a single word in the poem that Zhao Lin promised to give to Fu Liqing.
How could the little girl not feel resentful about this?
…
"Mr. Zhao is indeed a poetic talent. If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But when he does, he's truly extraordinary."
On Yun Zhiyi's flower boat, a young man exclaimed in admiration and looked at Jiang Yichen with interest: "Young Master Jiang, do you have this 100,000, no, 50,000 taels of silver? Do you want me to lend you some?"
Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "It's just fifty thousand taels of silver. I can still afford it. Don't worry, Master Han. Tell Wang Ziyao that I will send the silver back later. Jiang Cha, let's go."
Jiang Yichen was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he stood up, took Jiang Cha, jumped onto the boat, and left in a hurry.
The same goes for Bai Shicheng over there.
And Bai Shicheng is even worse off than Jiang Yichen.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Bai Shicheng, but he insisted on getting involved. Not only did he lose 50,000 taels of silver, but he also lost face and became a laughing stock.
If we hadn’t left, we would have become the center of today.
"This Zhao Lin is indeed extraordinary."
On Zhu Wanting's boat, Zhu Wanting sat there and sighed softly.
The oiran who was supposed to be a sure thing has now disappeared.
Who is to blame for this?
Blame Zhao Lin?
But if he didn't dare to accept it, Jiang Yichen would never let him go. He would ruin his reputation and make him unable to stay in Shengjing Prefecture.
Blame Jiang Yichen?
Zhu Wanting didn't have the courage and could only sigh: "It seems that I have no chance with the oiran, but Yun Zhiyi got the chance."
However, when she thought that Zhao Lin would return the ten thousand taels of silver to her, Zhu Wanting's unhappiness dissipated a lot.
After everyone's unanimous agreement, Yun Zhiyi was the most popular courtesan this time.
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