Fantasy: Incarnation of the Destiny Villain at the beginning

Chapter 157 Writing Poetry

"What? Can't you?" Lin Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Of course, but you may have to wait for a while. Besides, you should also know that Fuyu will only choose one guest to enter the curtain, so if you can't be chosen, don't mess around." The woman said softly.

Lin Lang put his arms around the woman, only a wanton smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Lin Lang said, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's interesting."

After the words fell, Lin Lang raised his head and his eyes fell on a high place.

At this time, a person is walking out from the curtain.

It was a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi.

Standing in front of the stage, facing the noisy crowd, the woman smiled sweetly and said, "Guests, before Miss Fuyu comes out, please enjoy a song and dance first."

The woman's voice was not loud, but it faintly overwhelmed the noisy atmosphere and fell on everyone's ears.

Hearing the sound, everyone raised their heads, looked forward, and their eyes fell on the high platform paved with red velvet carpet.

After the woman finished speaking, she turned and retreated.

Then, more than a dozen girls with cool clothes and gorgeous appearance came out.

Wearing exotic clothes, as the first sound of the piano sounded, she danced enchantingly.

Lin Lang sat on the stool, tasting the grapes peeled by the woman, and his eyes fell on the high platform.

However, his eyes were not full of greed like most people's.

His gaze was even a little indifferent.

After about a cup of tea, dance to a song.

Because the dance is really moving, everyone feels that there is something more to say.

In the eyes of one after another, after only a few breaths, the woman who had just come out came out again.

Standing in front of everyone, the woman smiled and said: "After listening to the song, watching the dance, and drinking good wine, the next step is the real story Fengyuelou wants to tell you."

"Miss Fuyu!"

"Fuyu! Fuyu!!"

"Let Miss Fuyu come out!"

"..." Hearing the sound, the atmosphere suddenly boiled.

The woman stood where she was, with a smile on her face.

She stretched out her hand first, and pressed it down, signaling to everyone not to get too excited.

Then, he said in a soft voice: "I understand everyone's feelings, but to become the guest of Fuyu girl, you have to go through the triple test of Fuyu girl. If you succeed, I will naturally take you to see Fuyu Yu girl."

"Triple test? What kind of test?"

"Exactly! What kind of test? Tell me!"

"Hurry up! Don't be a fool!"

"..." There was another noisy voice from the crowd.

"The first test is to see your talents, so Fuyu would like to ask you to compose a poem on the spot with the theme of the moon." The woman said with a smile.

Hearing the sound, everyone present showed a sudden and depressed mood.

In fact, they have seen a lot of this kind of pretending to be cold in Fengyuechang. Miss Fuyu's ability to become the famous oiran of Wumeng City is not only due to the legendary oiran.

The so-called men, although they are the most likely to covet beauty, but they often don't cherish what they get too easily, and they will be even more flocking to them when they are not so easy to get.

If he gets a little bit of the limelight of a scholarly family, he will be on a higher level.

Therefore, they can understand Fu Yu's request at this moment.

However, when it comes to writing poetry on the spot, it is not a simple matter.

Even those famous talents can hardly say that they can compose poems on the spot.

Not to mention some monks who can only wield swords.

"Poetry this..."

"Tsk! Why is it so troublesome?"

"Everyone, writing poetry is actually not difficult. If you don't know how to write, just admit defeat!"

"..." Among the crowd, some were happy while others were worried.

Lin Lang sat in front of the table with his arms around the woman. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "Little lady, take the pen and serve me."

Hearing this, the woman's face showed some stunned emotion.

She didn't expect Lin Lang to compose poetry too.

Looking at Lin Lang, who had a handsome face and was a charlatan, her gaze flickered, and the woman said, "Wait a minute."

After the words fell, the woman got up from Lin Lang's arms.

In fact, there is no need for a woman to prepare, someone has already brought a pen and paper and placed it in front of every guest.

Taking the pen and paper from the boy's hand, the woman opened the fruit plate, and laid out a piece of rice paper in front of Lin Lang in a slow manner.

Then, Hongxiu added fragrance, and studied ink for Lin Lang.

Her movements are elegant and calm, and she seems to be a person who often uses ink and ink.

After grinding the ink, the woman filled the brush with ink for Lin Lang and placed it in front of Lin Lang.

Lin Lang smiled, took the brush from the woman's hand,

Immediately, he began to write verses on the rice paper very chicly.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment. The lover complains about the night, but lovesickness at night. When the candle is extinguished, the light is full..."

In just half a cup of tea, Lin Lang wrote a poem on the paper in a very chic manner.

However, this poem was naturally not written by him, but a famous poem written by a great mortal poet he had heard in his previous life.

However, even if he came to this world, unless there were other travelers, he would have the confidence to take this poem as his own.

After putting down the pen, Lin Lang raised his head, smiled and said to the woman, "How is it?"

The woman looked at the poems on the rice paper, and there was a slightly confused emotion in her eyes.

She liked poetry since she was a child, and she often wrote some things herself. However, she has never seen anyone who can write by hand so naturally, with profound thoughts and unconventional, but quiet and ethereal poems.

Just by writing a poem, Lin Lang can be compared with the most famous great poets in this world.

It's just that Lin Lang really doesn't look like someone who can write such poems.

"Good poetry..." With blurred eyes, the woman said softly after a few breaths.

Immediately, the woman raised her head, and when she looked at Lin Lang again, she already had a sense of admiration.

"I didn't expect the young master to have such a delicate thought in his heart?" the woman said.

"Heh!" Lin Lang just smiled.

He stretched out his hand with a smile, hugged the woman again, picked up a bunch of grapes and ate them.

At this time, the time for half a stick of incense has passed, no matter whether it has been written or not, the boy in charge of collecting the poems has taken back the rice paper.

After the boy took back the pen and paper, discussions gradually resounded in the field.

"I'm definitely not good at writing poems, so I just copied one!"

"I did write it, but I'm afraid Miss Fuyu won't like what I wrote!"

"To be honest, I really don't know why I'm doing all this stuff. Didn't I take off my pants and fart? This is a guest of honor, not a poet. What are you doing?"

"Exactly! If you want me to say, if everyone fights shirtless, everything will be clear!"

"..."

Lin Lang was eating grapes, and when he heard the voices around him, his eyes were filled with smiles.

Beside him, the woman bit her lower lip lightly, and said softly, "Guest, did you really write that poem?"