Chapter 27 Four women fighting for a husband! I am a melancholy person in the world!

Chapter 27: Four women fighting for a husband! I am a melancholy person in the world!

"Oh, Fatty Huang, can you write poetry?" Ye Xuan was surprised when he heard that.

"You underestimated me, didn't you?"

When the turtle servant brought the paper and pen to him, Fatty Huang picked up the pen and wrote with great pride: "Flying Snow"

one two three four five

Five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Sisters in the kiln,
Everybody loves me.

Signed: Langdangshan Jushi.

Before Fatty Huang put down his pen, Ye Xuan's mouth twitched in shock.

"Fatty, what's your education level?"

Fatty Huang turned his head and asked curiously, "What do you mean? Well, how about it? Isn't our poem good?"

"It's not just good, it's a masterpiece that will shock the world and make ghosts weep!"

Ye Xuan shook his head and chuckled, then began to write poetry.

Fatty Huang, Xiaolu and Xiaotao also turned their heads, wanting to see what Ye Xuan would write.

However, with Fatty Huang's excellent work in front of them, the two little green girls obviously didn't have much expectations for Ye Xuan.

But as the words appeared on the paper, the two girls gradually opened their mouths wide.

Fatty Huang couldn't understand it, but he was a little surprised by Ye Xuan's signature.

"Brother Ye, why do you have another name called Ye Liangchen?"

"Haha, who doesn't have a few nicknames when he's out in the world?" Ye Xuan said as he handed the poem along with Fatty Huang's Feixue to the waiting turtle slave.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ye to have such talent."

As soon as the turtle slave left, Xiaolu went into Ye Xuan's arms like a fox without bones.

Xiao Tao also left Fatty Huang behind, and pulled Ye Xuan's arm to pursue her ambition, "Please, Master Ye, give me a poem. Xiao Tao will definitely do everything she can to satisfy you..."

At the end, she added in a coquettish tone: "I won't charge you a penny, and all the food and lodging are included!"

Seeing this, Xiaolu immediately felt jealous and pushed Xiaotao, saying, "Master Ye is mine, you slutty fox, go wherever you want!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Ye Xuan, saying affectionately:

"I have twenty-four secret skills that are much better than hers. If Master Ye writes a poem for me, not only will I not charge you a penny, I will also give you a large sum of money!"

Just as the two were about to fight, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out in the hall downstairs.

"Boom!"

The madam ordered the poems to be hung in the air with ropes, and said to the four courtesans on the stage, "Girls, are you all attracted by that gentleman's masterpiece?"

The four of them had obviously seen it in advance, and they all pointed to the same one at the same time.

Everyone was suddenly in an uproar, and the scholars began to look at each other.

There is no great scholar here!
They are all customers seeking pleasure in the same brothel, who doesn’t know who?
The levels of the girls were similar, and in previous years, when they competed for the title of the most beautiful girl, they all had their own crushes, and there had never been a situation where they all fell in love with a certain poem.

If there really is someone who is capable of surpassing all the others, he must be a famous talent in Yingtian Prefecture.

But I don’t see any familiar faces!

The old procuress was also stunned and said in surprise:

"Daughters, why are you still joking with your mother?"

Yi Yao, who has a charming temperament and eyes as beautiful as water, said in a tender voice:
"How dare a daughter joke with her mother? I only ask that you take this young man to her boudoir. I will be filial to you in the future!"

The other women were shocked when they heard this.

"Mom, Xixue loves you the most. How can you bear to let your daughter stay alone in the empty room?"

"Mom, I, Rushuang, have been very kind to you!"

"This, this, this..." The old brothel owner looked at the quarreling women, then at the guests with unfriendly eyes in the audience and her brain exploded.

"The remaining snow glitters on the cold painting screen, the plum blossoms fall and the flute plays at three o'clock in the morning..."

In the midst of the chaos, a cold female voice recited poetry, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Following Nianwei's gaze, I found that the poem being recited was the one that the four most beautiful courtesans loved at the same time.

Everyone then remembered that they were so busy questioning that they had forgotten the source, so they all looked over.

Nianwei recited to herself, and seemed to have been brought into the scene in the poem.

"I am a melancholy traveler in the world,

I know why you are shedding tears.
I recall my life in this heartbreaking voice. "

When the last syllable fell, the hall fell into silence for a long time.

"It is indeed a masterpiece! I have written countless poems in my life, but none of them can even come close to this one!"

Suddenly an old man stood up, looked at the poem, shook his head and sighed:

"Compared to me, I am embarrassed to be here with my little knowledge. I am really ashamed!"

Having said that, the old man left the table.

Many people also looked inferior in comparison, and some who usually boasted of being talented also left quietly like the old man.

"It is indeed a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I wonder which young master created it?"

"Ye Liangchen," Nian Wei said softly with a smile, "I don't know who Ye Liangchen is. Please meet me."

"Gudong."

Fatty Huang stared at Ye Xuan in disbelief and said excitedly:

"Brother Ye, I didn't expect you to have such a skill?"

"Although I don't know that your poetry is better than mine," Fatty Huang said as he grabbed Ye Xuan's arm, "but did you see that? The four most beautiful courtesans all asked for you by name!"

Ye Xuan chuckled and thought to himself:

If this poem “Huan Xi Sha: The Remaining Snow Shines on the Cold Painted Screen” by Nalan Xingde cannot kill you instantly, it would be only possible if Tang Bohu was born earlier.

Thinking this in his mind, Ye Xuan calmly stood up, clasped his fists towards the people downstairs, and said, "I am Ye Liangchen."

"Wow!"

There was another exclamation from downstairs.

But it was not the guests who shouted, but the four courtesans.

Everyone's eyes were glowing red, as if they wanted to eat Ye Xuan alive on the spot.

It's because the prostitutes love guys like Ye Xuan who are young, handsome and talented.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you come to my little girl's room and have a chat?"

"I have a painting of springtime beauty that I would like to invite you to enjoy!"

"I am not as greedy as my two elder sisters. I am willing to have a candlelit night talk with you all the time..."

"Nianwei, what about you?"

Seeing that the three most beautiful courtesans had already made their move, the madam began to worry about Nianwei.

After all, Nianwei is the youngest courtesan in Miaoyin Pavilion. If she can spend a good night with Ye Xuan and ask him to write a few more poems to make her famous, then the popularity of Miaoyin Pavilion will be guaranteed for the next year.

Nian Wei nodded slightly and whispered, "I dare not disturb you and your sisters. I just hope that Mr. Ye can have a chat with me before he leaves."

"My little girl..." Nian Wei's face flushed, and she whispered as if she had used up all her strength: "My little girl is willing to wait, even until dawn."

After saying that, he covered his face and left the hall.

"Brother Ye," Fatty Huang gave Ye Xuan a thumbs up: "It has to be you!"

"I am over-flattered."

Before Ye Xuan could say anything more, the madam came running over.

"Master Ye, would you like to go to my daughter's boudoir first, or come together?"

Ye Xuan turned his head to look at the three women downstairs with fiery eyes, and his body trembled inexplicably.

If I go there, I'll be squeezed dry!

"Then go and bother Miss Nianwei."

"please!"

In a simple and elegant boudoir.

Ye Xuan looked around, but did not see Nian Wei.

(End of this chapter)