Chapter 123

Saying this, Wu Cheng also drank it down, his Adam's apple rolling, and then similarly turned the cup mouth downward to show that not a drop was left, and it was all drunk.

Gao Yang showed a smile on his face.

The next second.

He tilted his head and then sprayed out the wine he had been holding in his mouth.

"Rinsing my mouth with fine wine truly makes my poetic inspiration burst forth."

This flashy operation made Wu Cheng's eyeballs almost pop out.

"Gao Yang, you didn't drink this wine?"

Wu Cheng's face turned green; Gao Yang's performance proved that this wine was nine times out of ten a trap!

Wu Cheng was about to speak, but Gao Yang didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

His eyes suddenly looked at the crowd.

"Since it's hard to refuse, and I happen to be in the Rouge Pavilion, I will recite a poem of restraint."

"Everyone, listen carefully!"

Saying this, Gao Yang faced the crowd and said loudly.

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze brushes the railing, the dew is thick and rich!"

"If not seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would meet her under the moon at the Jade Terrace!"

Gao Yang blurted out the first of Li Bai's "Qingping Diao."

This poem was originally written by Li Bai to praise Concubine Yang, and its meaning is also very simple.

Seeing the clouds reminds one of her gorgeous clothes; seeing the flowers reminds one of her beautiful face; the spring breeze blows the railing, and the dew moistens the flowers to make them richer.

Such heavenly beauty—if not a floating fairy seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, then it must be a goddess under the moonlight in front of the Jade Terrace Palace.

Once these words were spoken.

Hum!

The originally noisy Rouge Pavilion fell into silence.

It was as if the minds of everyone present had been suddenly struck by thunder.

They looked at Gao Yang as if they had seen a ghost.

The women in the Rouge Pavilion were even more shocked, their pretty faces full of emotion.

Liu Yuer was originally worried and very anxious.

After all, writing poetry is not like a vicious scheme; it requires a strong literary foundation.

But as soon as "Qingping Diao" came out, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.

Although she is the manager of the Rouge Pavilion, she has read the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood and is proficient in writing poetry and lyrics.

Not only her, but all the girls in the Rouge Pavilion are forced to learn some poems and couplets.

After all, they are taking the high-end route; relying solely on beauty cannot stir the inner agitation of those scholars.

But if they put on the identity of a talented woman from a fallen family, the price can often double several times!

As soon as this poem came out, Liu Yuer could be sure that it would resound throughout Changancheng.

Even countless young ladies from noble families would regard this poem as a treasure.

Liu Yuer couldn't help but mutter: "Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze brushes the railing, the dew is thick and rich."

"Is there such a graceful poem in this world?"

She looked at Gao Yang's face, her eyes full of shock.

Qing'er was also on the second floor and had come out when she heard the movement.

She also loved poetry, and when she heard these two lines, her whole body went limp.

Just for this poem, what's wrong with getting it for free?

She could even rely on this poem to skyrocket her value overnight.

Even Wu Cheng temporarily forgot whether there was a problem with the wine in the cup.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Gao Yang still has this ability?

How could he write such poetry?

Did he also hide his clumsiness in writing poetry?

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Wu Cheng's face was twisted, and he shouted loudly, "Junior Official Gao, you have great courage to plagiarize other people's poems; this is knowingly breaking the law and will be despised by scholars all over the world!"

At the same time, there was a heat in his heart, and he couldn't wait to tear off his clothes immediately, remove the restraints, and boldly be himself.

He even felt that Gao Yang's face looked quite handsome.

What's worse is that his stomach was churning like a river and sea.

Not good!

Very not good!

He hurriedly shook his head, wanting to stay awake.

Looking at Wu Cheng's expression, Gao Yang knew that the medicine had mostly taken effect.

He took a step, about to leave, but the muscular strong man beside Wu Cheng stepped forward fiercely, his eyes cold, his voice like a bell.

He said in a deep voice, "The Heir asked a question; did Lord Gao not hear it?"

At this time, Zhao Da and Chen Sheng also stepped forward, protecting Gao Yang on one side.

They could naturally see that this strong man must be a fierce general in the military, a well-deserved master.

For a time, the entire Rouge Pavilion was full of swords drawn and bows bent.

Everyone was nervous and retreated a few steps one after another.

The strong man bulged his explosive muscles, his figure was tall, and the pressure around him was as heavy as a mountain.

"The Heir hasn't spoken; no one is allowed to leave." The strong man's voice was like a bell, his killing intent cold.

Wu Cheng's brain was becoming less and less clear.

He stood behind the strong man, and from his line of sight, he could just see the strong man's big buttocks. Those big buttocks, which he usually disdained, were swaying left and right at this moment, as if they had a fatal temptation.

Under the nervous gaze of the onlookers, Wu Cheng moved first.

The strong man was just about to step forward to take action, but Wu Cheng suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

For a time, the strong man was stunned, his iron-tower-like body hit as if by a heavy blow.

He turned his head in disbelief, looked at Wu Cheng, his Adam's apple rolling, "Heir, what are you doing..." ===== CHAPTER 125 =====