Nan Xun looked in disbelief, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Master!"

As a famous prostitute in a brothel, she naturally knows the meaning of a good poem. It will not only make her famous in the capital circle, but her fame will soon spread all over the world.

What's more important is that thousands of years later, as long as this poem is still circulating in the world, everyone will remember her name.

There are so many heroes in history, but few of them can leave their names. People like Yunan are now arrogant, but they may not leave even one name in the history books. As for the brothel girl, it is even more difficult to think about.

I dare not think about it.

As a result, Zu An did it today with a poem!

She was not only envied by the brothel sisters, but even by everyone in the world. How could she not be happy? The eyes she looked at Zu An no longer had the indifference before, but had more tenderness.

The woman who had been paying attention to Zu An in the secret room upstairs snorted: "Smelly men are good at picking up girls."

Her words were more of a joke, and the other men really exploded, looking at Zu An with envy and jealousy.

Unexpectedly, this guy found a new way and won the heart of the oiran with just one poem.

The smell of sour lemon suddenly filled the air.

Even Pei You, who is a companion, is envious and wonders why I don't have such talent, otherwise I can win the beauty.

Of course, because Zu An had saved his life, not only did he not feel any jealousy in his heart, but he felt happy. After all, he had no hope of being favored by beautiful women. Compared with Yu Nan and others who embraced beautiful women, it would be better to give them to Zu An.

Ann.

To a certain extent, it can be said that the wealth does not flow to outsiders.

Afterwards, he and his grandfather hugged each other a little more, and after smelling the body fragrance of the goddess, they finally got rid of their wish.

Upstairs, Bi Ziang frowned slightly, feeling as if he had lost his temper and ended up making a wedding dress for someone else.

Before that, he was determined to win Nan Xun, and even Yu Nan didn't care about it. As a result, the sudden appearance of people he subconsciously classified as his subordinates made him feel threatened.

What does it mean if the woman he likes is taken away by his men? "I won't give you the thing I like, and you can't take it away." His face was extremely indifferent, but when he looked at Yunan not far away, there was something more on his face.

A hint of smile: "Brother Yu, I've known you for so long, but I didn't expect you to be so good at complimenting others."

Yu Nan's face was ashen. How could he not hear the sarcasm in the other party's words? Now it seems that everything he did just now seems to be paving the way for Zu An, raising the atmosphere to a climax, and then fulfilling Zu An's wish.

A great reputation.

"This guy is not well-intentioned. He is obviously not happy himself, but he doesn't take action. He keeps encouraging me to be cannon fodder." After all, Yunan is also extraordinary. He immediately realized the other party's intentions and decided to sit back and wait for what happens. See how you can endure it.

when.

Who knew that Yi Zhibing on the side saw his livid face and was not happy to know that he had been humiliated. He had just coaxed him to volunteer to go out, but he came back dejected. Although the people in the room didn't say anything, they all had a trace in their eyes.

Meaning of mockery.

He decided to take this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief for Yunan and regain his face at the same time.

So he said loudly: "Young Master Yu just said that you probably got this poem from someone else accidentally. Maybe they wrote it all before they died."

Hearing him speak, Yu Nan cursed an idiot for not knowing he was being used as a gun.

But now everyone is looking this way. In their hearts, Yi Zhibing's words must represent his own meaning. If he denies it at this time, his momentum will be weakened by three points. Not to mention that it will be disadvantageous for him to pursue Nanxun tonight.

The dignified young master of the Yu family couldn't afford to lose face like this, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and acquiesce.

He turned around and glanced at Yi Zhibing, but in his heart he scolded this idiot half to death. He fought with Zu An and let the boy from the Bi family reap the benefits.

However, Yi Zhibing thought differently, thinking that the other person's eyes meant encouragement and approval, so he spoke more vigorously, describing Zu An as a despicable and shameless person who took the fruits of other people's labor as his own.

Zu An was happy. Although these guys were criticizing him freely, they unexpectedly guessed the same.

But the fellows on earth will probably not mind this either.

Before he said anything, Miss Nan Xun was a little unhappy: "Mr. Yi, it is a very serious accusation to say this to someone. I wonder if there is any evidence?"

Are you kidding? You have made it clear that you have a chance to leave a mark in history, but you can't let these guys ruin it.

Gao Ying and Pei You immediately spoke up and accused him of embarrassment for them, proving that he had a grudge against Zu An, so these words were obviously for revenge.

"Evidence... evidence... of course there is..." Yi Zhibing was speechless for a moment and couldn't think of how to prove it.

Yu Nan frowned slightly, knowing that she had lost her composure today. If she took the initiative to speak up again and was slapped in the face, she would be in trouble.

Seeing that he remained silent, Bi Ziang secretly cursed him as a useless person, and then he looked at the person walking with him. The person understood and said loudly: "Actually, it's easy to prove it. It's better to ask Mr. Zu to compose a poem on the spot."

As long as you can compose a poem with a similar level to the one just now, it will prove that the young master is indeed very talented."

Gao Ying couldn't help but get angry: "This is unfair. Poems and essays are just a whim. The right time, place, people and talent accidentally created a good line. How can you say it can be done?"

He is also quite proficient in poetry, and he understands that there are few other poems in history that can compare with the poem just now. If there is such a masterpiece in his life, it is like smoke rising from the ancestral grave. How can it be said that there is a second poem?

Qin Yongde upstairs was a little confused and said: "The person who made the noise was from Bi Ziang's side. Isn't Zu An also from the East Palace? Why..."

Qin Guangyuan sneered and said: "As the saying goes, beauty is a disaster. Bi Zi'ang has been the protagonist of the people around him since he was a child. How can he allow others to get involved in the things he likes? It's best to let them bite dogs and create rifts within the power."

Nan Xun whispered: "Master Zu, you can refuse..."

Before she could finish speaking, the voice of the stunning woman rang in her mind: "Don't stop me. Let's see if he is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation or if he has real material."

Nanxun was a little surprised, and it took a lot of perseverance to restrain himself from looking into the mysterious woman's room upstairs, wondering why the master was so interested in this human being?

Zu An laughed: "Then if I make another song and you do something wrong again, won't I be annoyed to death?"

Seeing that he seemed to be tempted, Yi Zhibing was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "As long as you can make a poem that is similar to the one just now, we will be convinced and won't say anything else."

Yu Nan's expression changed. He couldn't sit still at this time, and immediately added: "But I have to compose a poem on the spot."

He was worried that the other party would get more than one poem from the mysterious dying scholar in the ruined temple, so he decided on a topic first, so that even if the other party got one or two good poems, it would be impossible for him to just hit the right topic and it would still be useless.

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Pei You was anxious: "You are deliberately making things difficult!"

Zu An raised his hand to stop him: "It doesn't matter, you can think of whatever topic you want."

In my previous life, I read online novels where the male protagonist recited poems and pretended to be so cool that I couldn’t envy him. Unfortunately, I never got the chance. I couldn’t just pick up someone on the street and recite poems.

It just so happens that someone is rushing to get in today, so I have to take advantage of this opportunity.

However, when these words fell into the ears of the surrounding people, there was an uproar, and many people secretly reprimanded: "Arrogant!"

We must know that poets in the world have their own areas of expertise. Maybe the poems he writes are very good in one area, but the poems he writes in another area are much worse.

As a result, Zu An now said that the topic was random. Doesn't it mean that he has achieved the ultimate in all fields? Is he confident that he can write the kind of famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages on the spot?

A smile appeared on the face of the mysterious woman upstairs: "This guy's boldness is quite similar to that of our tribe."

The little maid on the side pursed her lips: "I think he is just bragging. Let's see how he ends up."

Nan Xun looked worried and whispered: "Young Master seems to be very confident?"

"Of course," Zu An said proudly as he lay leisurely on the chair, holding a wine bottle, "There are only one stone in the world of talents. Zu has eight buckets, and everyone else shares two buckets."
Chapter completed!