Chapter 363: Shang Yan II

Upon hearing this, Cheng Feng understood immediately.

Was Miss Shang Yan trying to use this opportunity to further test his talent?

He smiled slightly and nodded without hesitation: "Of course, Miss Shang Yan, please listen carefully."

"Her alluring eyes close with shyness, her crimson lips part with a smile.

The wind rolls up her grape-patterned sash, the sun shines on her pomegranate skirt."

After hearing this, the blush on Shang Yan's face deepened, and her eyes sparkled with admiration.

Hongyu, listening from the side, felt something was off: "Young Master Cheng can compose poetry in just a few words; his talent is indeed overflowing, but why does this sound a bit..."

Cheng Feng smiled modestly; being able to compose it without preparation was already quite good.

Being able to get a courtesan to pay him for poems—that was something to be very proud of if word got out.

Who would know if he didn't tell them about his act of literary plagiarism?

That was his own "clumsy work."

Cheng Feng followed up on Hongyu's words: "I felt an instant connection with Miss Shang Yan,

and facing such a stunning beauty as Miss Shang Yan, I naturally feel some admiration.

My words were a bit reckless, I hope Miss Shang Yan will be magnanimous."

Hearing Cheng Feng's words, the blush on Shang Yan's face deepened,

yet her eyes held more smiles, as if she had not taken those slightly reckless remarks to heart.

In this swirling world of red dust, one cannot always control their circumstances; how could there be any reason for disdain?

"Young Master Cheng, you speak too seriously. To be so admired by you, Shang Yan is also filled with joy.

However, what Hongyu said also has some merit.

Although your poetic talent is high, Young Master, it seems to carry a hint of frivolity.

I wonder if you could compose another poem to express your sincerity?"

Between her flowing, graceful glances, she radiated a hint of allure.

Cheng Feng felt a jolt in his heart; since he had been pushed this far, how could he stop now?

He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Since Miss Shang Yan has this request, I shall naturally comply. Please listen carefully."

He picked up his cup and took two sips of tea to moisten his throat, while his brain flipped through pages rapidly.

Which poem should he choose?

"Moonlight like water reflects her Huayan, a gentle breeze brushes her face, feelings lingering on.

I wish to spend this life in constant companionship, failing neither the beauty nor the heavens."

Once this poem was out, the light in Shang Yan's eyes grew even brighter.

She clapped her hands lightly and praised: "A good poem! Young Master Cheng truly has extraordinary talent.

This poem is both affectionate and sincere;

Shang Yan is deeply moved."

Hongyu, listening from the side, could not help but nod as well,

her heart gaining a bit more recognition for Cheng Feng's talent.

Her peach-blossom eyes turned, wondering what she was thinking!

Hongyu smiled: "Young Master Cheng is indeed extraordinary; both poems you composed were able to touch the heart.

It seems my previous worries were unnecessary."

Cheng Feng smiled modestly, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he had passed another hurdle.

Although he had only borrowed the poems of the ancients,

being able to pluck them out at will at such a moment was also a skill.

Who among those present could expose him?

Hehehe, enjoying the admiring gazes of the two beauties,

Cheng Feng could not help but feel carried away.

"Miss Shang Yan, Miss Hongyu, I am but an Ordinary person,

and to be able to sit and discuss poetry with two such ladies is truly a blessing of three lifetimes.

If there is an opportunity, I will certainly compose more fine verses to express my sincerity."

As Cheng Feng spoke, his gaze was filled with sincerity and anticipation.

Hearing this, a sweet smile appeared on Shang Yan's face.

She said softly: "Young Master Cheng, you speak too seriously. To be acquainted with you is also Shang Yan's good fortune.

Hongyu, do you think we should celebrate our meeting today?"

Hongyu nodded with a smile and said: "Naturally, we should celebrate.

I will go and order the kitchen to prepare some wine and food,

and the three of us shall not return until we are drunk tonight!"

Thus, Cheng Feng, Shang Yan, and Hongyu drank wine and admired the moon in the brothel, chatting and laughing.

This made his follower, Leng Feng, incredibly envious.

How could the gap between people be so large?

He had been thinking about finding a few girls to keep him company earlier!

Look at this sudden scholarly air of the Sect Master.

Is that still the Hong Sect Leader who dominated Qingxi County?

What?

Was the cultural curriculum of the Hong Sect something Cheng Feng demanded to promote?

Oh, then it's nothing.

Relying on his own talent, Cheng Feng successfully won the hearts of the two young women,

yet in his drunken haze, a layer of mist clouded Cheng Feng's eyes.

That piece of paper—who exactly was it pointing to?

The night grew deep and the moon slanted to the west; what made Cheng Feng feel somewhat awkward was,

Shang Yan actually wanted to let Cheng Feng stay the night,

the kind that doesn't cost money.

How could Cheng Feng have imagined that just two short poems of his

would provoke a beauty's infatuation?

But given the current situation, Cheng Feng could only play along.

Deep down, Cheng Feng still had a bit of a germaphobe streak.

A pair of jade arms pillowed by a thousand men, a pair of vermilion lips tasted by ten thousand guests.

Cheng Feng truly dared not provoke such a woman.

It wasn't that he didn't want to,

but he was afraid of catching something like a venereal disease.

Even if he had some of the "legacy of Wei Wu," it still wouldn't be worth the loss!

He was a Medical Grandmaster, and the women at home were quite fragrant as well.

Shang Yan and Hongyu gazed at Cheng Feng's departing back, their hearts filled with anticipation.

Anticipation for Cheng Feng's next visit.

This was something Cheng Feng had promised them.

Cheng Feng's footsteps grew distant in the night, his heart filled with both pride and helplessness.

One thousand taels of silver was undoubtedly a huge sum for an Ordinary person,

yet he was now spending it just to see two top courtesans once.

It really was extravagant enough.

But in order to approach the truth, he had no choice but to do so.

He hadn't directly obtained the information he wanted tonight, but at least he had narrowed the scope, which made him feel slightly comforted.

Hopefully, his plan to lure the snake out of its hole would succeed!

Hongyu watched the direction in which Cheng Feng left, a playful smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

She turned her head to look at Shang Yan, whose eyes, usually full of spirit, now carried a hint of desolation.

"What, our great talented woman has moments of being moved too?

However, I don't think that Young Master Cheng is as Ordinary as he claims."

Upon hearing this, a blush rose on Shang Yan's cheeks, but it immediately dimmed.

"Hongyu, why must you tease me?

I know my status is lowly and I am unworthy of a talented man like Young Master Cheng.

It's just that the poems he composed today were filled with deep affection in every line,

making it hard for me not to harbor some delusions."

Hongyu gently patted Shang Yan's shoulder and continued to comfort her: "Shang Yan, you really don't need to be so self-deprecating.

In this Red Beauty Pavilion, your talent and beauty are recognized by all.

As for those few on the fifth floor, if we are talking about genuine talent, they might not necessarily surpass you.

The reason they can stand in those positions is more because of the big shots behind them supporting them.

As for Young Master Cheng, he is indeed a man of overflowing talent,

but as I just said, the fates of this world are hard to grasp."

Shang Yan nodded gently, her gaze still fixed on the distance, as if she were thinking about something.

"Hongyu, you are right. It's just that I always feel there is a special temperament about Young Master Cheng that makes me unable to stop myself from wanting to understand him."

Upon hearing this, Hongyu smiled slightly and said: "Shang Yan, are you attracted by his talent?

This is just from two poems???

No way???"

Shang Yan nodded again, a flash of determination in her eyes.

"Hongyu, don't worry, I will remind myself at all times and won't let my emotions cloud my judgment."

Hongyu slapped her forehead; it was over, she was afraid the mission given by the sect would not be easy to complete!!!