Traveling through the martial arts world

Chapter 258 Poetry Appreciation Conference

After hearing what the madam said, everyone cheered loudly and excitedly. After all, some talented men who thought they were extremely talented also wanted to win the beauty.

"Now, please invite the three courtesans to take off their veils and reveal their true faces!"

The madam continued to ignite the climax, and seeing the beauty of the three women, many talented men became even crazier.

"Miss Linglong is the most beautiful!"

"Miss Zixia is the most beautiful!"

"Miss Shishi is the most beautiful!"

In an instant, the three of them had fans, and when the madam raised her hand, everyone stopped talking. Now, please invite all the talented people to compose poems for the three girls.

"I come!"

At this time, a handsome young man came out from the crowd and said to the Linglong girl in the field:

"Miss Zixia, my name is Wang Bo, and I am a member of the Wang family. I would like to compose a poem for you today!"

When everyone heard Wang Bo's name, they all started talking.

"I didn't expect it to be Wang Bo from the Wang family. He is a real talent. I heard that he could read at the age of three, read at the age of five, and composed his first poem at the age of eight. He is the most talented person in the Wang family in a hundred years!"

"Yes, Master Wang, it seems that Miss Zixia has already found someone!"

When the madam saw this, she happily ran over and said

"Oh, it's Prince Wang. Come in and get your writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone ready!"

Wang Bo also smiled proudly, looked at Linglong girl, then picked up the pen and thought for a while and wrote

"A painting of a beautiful woman, like a fairy in a painting, with all the beauties complementing her. This woman is Zixia!"

After Wang Bo finished speaking, everyone sighed.

"It's over. Now no one dares to go up and embarrass themselves. How can we live like this?"

Everyone was thinking secretly to see if they could write a better poem.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng also encouraged Hua Manlou to

"Hua Manlou, everyone says you are very talented, why don't you let us see some of your talent?"

"this?"

"What this and that? I think Miss Shishi is good. Hurry up and write a poem!"

"Then I will make a fool of myself"

Hua Manlou looked at Miss Shishi for a while, then picked up a pen and wrote.

"Her eyebrows are as blue as clouds, and her eyes are as bright as autumn water.

The phoenix shoes are half-folded, and the oriole sings sweetly.

She wears a shirt made from clouds and mist, and she binds her slender waist with her fingers.

The face is peach blossoms and the skin is jade, no matter how hard you try, you can’t depict it.”

Everyone was shocked when they heard Hua Manlou's poems. They didn't expect that he was so talented. Miss Shishi was so excited that her face flushed.

"Well done, Hua Man Lou is worthy of it, well written!"

Lu Xiaofeng yelled, but Wang Bo's face darkened and he said to Hua Manlou:

"I wonder what this gentleman's name is? Is this poem really written for you?"

Sikong Zhaixing Road

"Nonsense, it wasn't written by my brother or you?"

At this time, the madam had already handed the poem to Miss Shishi. After reading it, Miss Shishi whispered something to the madam. The madam walked to Hua Manlou with a smile on her face and said,

"Young Master Hua, Miss Shishi thanks you for your poems. She likes them very much. You are Miss Shishi's lover!"

Hua Manlou panicked when he heard this, because he didn't write it for this purpose in the first place.

"Madam, I'm not, I'm mainly..."

Hua Manlou was interrupted by Lu Xiaofeng before he could finish his words.

"Hua Man Lou, this opportunity is rare. The company of beautiful women and fine wine is one of the greatest pleasures in life. There is no need to be restrained! Since Miss Shishi has invited you, you just need to go as promised!"

Seeing that Hua Manlou had no objection, the madam happily went to tell Miss Shishi. At this time, everyone's attention was on Linglong. After all, no matter what the poem was like, at least someone wrote it for her, and she hadn't made any move yet.