Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

Although Sang Wen was already famous and often went in and out of Chen's courtyard to sing for Chen Pingping, it was the poems given to her by Fan Xian that really made her famous.

It is still unclear whether Fan Xian gave her any poems. How come she was able to enter Baoyue Tower so quickly and became the top star?

Besides, she often went in and out of Chen Garden and met Chen Pingping, so we had to be on guard. Was the young emperor so confident in letting her come to Northern Qi?

Thinking of this, Li An glanced at Zhan Doudou who was standing beside him with a puzzled expression.

Feeling Li An's scrutiny, Zhan Doudou asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing." Li An shook his head and continued thinking.

As for Yuan Meng, it was even more strange.

She has a close relationship with Prince Jing Li Hongcheng, but actually obeys the orders of the second prince Li Chengze. The Baoyue Tower run by Fan Sizhe and the third prince Li Chengping is managed by Yuan Meng, who is appointed by Li Chengze. All illegal matters are handled secretly by Yuan Meng.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh at the young Third Prince. At such an age, he only knows how to open a brothel to generate income. No wonder he can become the emperor in the end!

Now that Yuan Meng has come to the capital, he must have come with a mission!

Just as he was thinking about it, his thoughts were interrupted by his disciple's voice: "Cute! Interesting!"

Wang Shisanlang had already noticed that Li An was looking unhappy, so he immediately asked, "Why, are you envious?"

"It's just wealth and splendor!" Hong Kaijia smiled proudly, showing off his own views: "Who wouldn't envy such a life? The happiness of those rich people is beyond your imagination."

"Sir, you are also a rich man." Wang Shisanlang's voice became vague and small.

"So. Teacher's happiness."

Wait, why is it so cold in front of me? Hong Kaijia was startled, and when he looked up, he heard the teacher's voice: "Tell me, what is my happiness like?"

"This"

It’s over. Hong Kaijia couldn’t answer the question. He would probably be doubled in surprise when he returned!

"Humph!" Li An snorted coldly, "Only a fool would want to live in such a noisy place, full of chicks and women, so tacky!"

"As a teacher, I only hope that the place where I live will have a clear breeze, bright moon, flowers, plants, birds and animals as my companions. That will be enough for me!"

Li An's words made the little emperor's eyes light up, revealing a hint of yearning.

Looking at the teacher's righteous, selfless and arrogant words, Hong Kaijia's forehead heated up and he whispered, "You were the one who looked at it the most seriously just now!"

“I’m appreciating art!”

Someone is furious!

"There's no need to be envious. With your majesty's care, wealth and honor are nothing new." Yu Wenyun, the eunuch standing behind Zhan Doudou, sneered disdainfully.

All I heard was Zhan Doudou frowning, but he didn't get angry.

As the laughter and noise came from the top floor, the performance below the stage had already begun.

There was not much music, only the two crisp sounds of Sang Wen's music, which attracted everyone's attention.

Sang Wen regained her spirits, and the veil on her face fell off without her noticing, revealing her thin curved eyebrows and red lips. Her facial features were extremely beautiful, but when put together, they looked a little dull.

But everything changed when she smiled.

I saw her stroking the pipa with her delicate hands, and she sang with her lips slightly parted: "How come my skirt is so wide? My skin is cut like jade, and my waist is fragrant. I didn't touch the spoon to eat, and yesterday it was as slow as turning a pancake, and my breath was as weak as a thread. If you want to enjoy it, don't kill yourself. If you are honest, why should you refuse? We have been making a fuss for a long time. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but it turned into a deep longing."

The singing is soothing, gentle and extremely provocative.

As the music started, the green sword in Yuan Meng's hand slipped out from her sleeve, and she held it on the sword and danced gracefully.

She was wearing a long robe, and the jade sword in her hand moved with the wind, which contained beauty. Not only did people feel the rhythm, but more of a spiritual pursuit.

When Sang Wen sang the line "Hitting a thread", Yuan Meng was already holding the sword in both hands, suspended in the air, performing various difficult moves one after another.

The figure is charming yet relaxing.

Everyone in the field was fascinated. Even Li An, the grandmaster, felt his mouth dry and he could not help but lift up the teacup beside him and drink it all in one gulp.

When I put down the cup, I realized that it was not my own teacup. There was a bright red lip print on it!

Turning my head to the left, I saw that Zhan Doudou's face was already red, but fortunately she didn't say anything blaming me.

Seeing that no one paid attention to this, Li An apologized quietly and turned his head to look outside.

I calmed down my pounding heart which was caused by the performance or something else.

When the performance on stage ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for some reason!

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"What did I see tonight? Is this something I can see?"

"Why are you all clapping? You're all just standing there in a daze!"

"Brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

As the crowd exclaimed in amazement, the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax.

The first female host came on stage again and said: "I believe that everyone has seen the wonderful performances of Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju, and will give a high score in your heart."

"But if it's just to get everyone to cheer, it's not enough!"

The woman finally revealed her true intentions: "Since we want to determine which of the two buildings is superior, we must use a special method!"

"Then please write a poem to dedicate to your favorite people! We will decide the winner based on the quality of the poem!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

I didn't expect it. I thought we were just going to enjoy singing and dancing tonight, but I didn't expect to hear poetry. Some self-aware people were looking forward to it, waiting for the excellent works of the literati present!

Just as all the scholars were racking their brains, the female host's words pushed the atmosphere to its highest point!

"The one with the best poem in this performance will be the guest of the second-floor courtesan!"

Chapter 131: Poetry car accident scene.

Isn’t it said that the people in charge of Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju are very smart?

This seemed to be a chance for the scholars present to write poems and lyrics, providing a stage for them to become famous overnight. But in fact, the ones who benefited the most were the girls and courtesans on the second floor!

It would be fine if there was no masterpiece that would be sung by the whole audience tonight, but if there really was one, then wouldn't the person who presented it immediately have his worth doubled and become famous all over the world?

By then, wouldn’t Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju make a fortune and be grinning from ear to ear?

For this reason, they even offered their top performer's virginity as a reward for first place in poetry!

"Is this true?"

"Miss Sang Wen, just wait and see! For you, I will definitely overpower everyone tonight!"

"Hey! You really made me laugh. Forget about overwhelming the whole audience. Even if you can make it into the top three of tonight's best works, I will perform a handstand to wash your hair right there!"

"Who dares to look down on me? But don't leave after the meeting!"

"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. I'm waiting for you!"

Everyone in the room was talking about it, and it was chaotic for a while!

But someone still raised a more important question: "I would like to ask, what is the title of the poem?"

After hearing this, everyone gradually quieted down and turned their eyes towards the stage.

The hostess smiled lightly, with an indescribable charm, and said, "This gentleman asked a good question. Writing poems at the performance tonight is indeed a good story! Since the poem is dedicated to the courtesan to help her judge the quality of the poem, it is natural that the theme should be the courtesan that one likes!"

After hearing this, everyone smiled in unison, and some of them even breathed a sigh of relief.

But no matter what, everyone agrees with this theme, and some people have already started thinking about it.

In addition to these people, some scholars who originally planned to compete were also discouraged, "Damn it, I am the worst at describing women, I only feel sorry for my sister!"

This is a group of stinky and lazy people.

"Haha, I need to think carefully about this kind of question! No rush, no rush!"

This is the group of people who are unable to do anything but are willing to do something stubborn.

Someone heard what everyone was saying and asked curiously to his friend beside him: "Brother Wang, did you hear the sounds of the animals around you?"

The prince shook his head and said, "Where did these animals come from? They are all trash!"

"You can do it!"

"I'm so angry!"

"The person who just called me trash, don't leave after this!"

"Good fellow! It's you again! You made me laugh again. I told you I'd wait for you, and I'll wait for you!"

As everyone was arguing, the young man who had asked the question again asked, "If we write poems, who will judge the quality? What if two poems of similar quality appear and neither side admits defeat?"

"Oh, your question really hits the nail on the head!" The female host covered her mouth and chuckled, then became respectful and solemn again.

She turned sideways and bowed to the roof of Yipinju. She said in a high-pitched voice, "Since it is a poetry review, there must be judges!"

"We are honored to have invited the most distinguished person in the Northern Qi Kingdom to our second floor, that is - Your Majesty!"

"What!!"

As the host said the word "Your Majesty", everyone trembled, their eyes all shot towards the top floor of Yipinju, and they waited anxiously.

Zhan Doudou, who was beside Li An, stood up, walked to the wooden railing in front, and looked downstairs.

That invincible and majestic look appeared before everyone.

Looking at the figure upstairs, everyone knelt down and bowed, shouting, "May Your Majesty be safe!"

It is said that the Northern Qi emperor really loved to go out of the palace and have fun with the people.

"Everyone, please stand up!"

Zhan Doudou said in a deep voice, but she couldn't suppress the excitement in her words. This was the scene she loved the most.

"I guess you all have no objection to me being the judge!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Everyone stood up and shouted again.

Zhan Doudou nodded and said, "Then let's get started! Let me see if the people of Northern Qi still have the same literary talent."

Everyone was so excited when they heard this.

Take off! Take off!

What are you waiting for? I will come up with a masterpiece today even if I have to rack my brains!

If I can make His Majesty happy, it will be heard directly by the emperor, and it will be in the emperor's heart! What about the future... Oh, I dare not even think about it!

In fact, with Zhan Doudou's status as an emperor, being a judge naturally makes Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju look too high.

Although she was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and did not have the ability to deeply evaluate poetry, but everyone did not know! In their opinion, the current emperor, who had received the best education since birth and studied under Zhuang Mohan, was naturally the best choice for the judges here.

Therefore, everyone is convinced!

They were all thinking about Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju, wondering what gifts or rare items they had presented to His Majesty, and how much money they had spent to invite His Majesty?

Immediately, someone who couldn't help but get excited spoke first:

"The courtesan is like a fairy among flowers, with a charming and leisurely manner."

"The beauty of her figure is crowned with fragrance, and her light steps fill the garden."

Literally speaking, this poem should be dedicated to Yuan Meng.

"Puchi, you made me laugh again!"

"What level are you at? You're attending the same event as me? Sit at the kids' table!"

“It kind of rhymes.”

"What kind of author is this! What kind of words are he thinking of?"

Everyone was delighted and started joking.

Even Zhan Doudou upstairs shook his head speechlessly and commented, "It's just a random pile of things." Then he stopped talking.

"Isn't this pretty good?" Hong Kaijia said weakly, "It rhymes and is well described."

Looking at the ignorant Hong Kaijia, Li An slapped his forehead and thought to himself that he shouldn't have let him come! Helplessly he said, "Blame me, the teacher, for not teaching you how to write poetry."

In fact, Li An also understood that even if he really taught him, this idiot would not be able to learn it.

There were many people like Hong Kaijia in the field. Someone shouted angrily: "If you can do it, then do it. When you are told to do it, you punch hard, but when you are asked to write a poem, you are so timid!"