The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

"The first night of a brothel girl is the most valuable. Of course, you can't buy it with just a poem. Although the madam didn't say it explicitly, regular customers know it. She is just playing word games to fool newcomers like you."

Ma Chao explained with a smile, "However, I heard that the red jade girl is like a fish and a wild goose. She can be in the same room and chat all night, even if she doesn't do anything, it's worth it!"

Downstairs, the guests were making noises, asking the madam to invite the girl out to show them to everyone.

Soon, a woman in yellow walked out.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, she is as delicate as a spring bud.

Beautiful appearance and excellent figure.

Especially the pair of long legs are eye-catching.

Even Lin Mo, who was used to seeing beauties online in his previous life, couldn't help but shine.

A thought came to mind unconsciously: It would be a pity not to use this leg to pedal the tricycle!

After just one more glance, he felt that the other person's dark and lively eyes seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

It makes people's hearts flutter, and they unconsciously develop a strong liking for it.

However, after all, he is a person who has cultivated his soul to the realm of expelling objects.

After experiencing the tempering of the Three Poison Talisman, his mind was firm.

After experiencing the initial shock, his mind immediately calmed down and his eyes became clear.

"This girl seems to have some tricks up her sleeve..."

A group of onlookers and prostitutes, including Ma Chao, stood stunned when they saw Hong Yu coming over, as if they were amazed by her appearance and temperament.

Seeing a group of men losing their minds over her, Hong Yu's eyes flashed with a glint of pride.

However, her eyes suddenly fell on Lin Mo.

Because she discovered that the young man was only temporarily absent-minded and quickly returned to normal.

"Little girl Hongyu, I have met all of you distinguished guests."

As soon as Miss Hongyu opened her mouth, her words were clear and clear, which made people's hearts feel numb and itchy, like ants crawling in the pit of their hearts.

"The ruby ​​girl is really beautiful!"

"Like a fairy in the sky!"

A group of grown men rushed to speak flattering words.

"You guys can watch my performance later!"

Ma Chao's face showed an expression of determination.

"Don't you have two lovers?" Lin Mo asked.

"What do you know?" Ma Chao put his hands on his hips and said plausibly, "The vast sea of ​​​​people is full of weeds. Why don't you look for flowers when you encounter them?"

The jingle is so smooth, are you dying? !

In the courtyard, the appearance of Miss Hongyu made everyone excited.

Everyone is gearing up and preparing to show off their skills.

There are pens and paper ready in the box.

Several tables were also set up downstairs, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on them.

Ten minutes later, no one took the initiative to show off their masterpiece.

At this time, a young man came out and said enthusiastically: "Since everyone is so humble, let me first introduce some ideas!"

Wang Dong took a look and said: "This person is the one who was invited to warm up the place first."

The young man will give the poem he has written to the boy in the venue to read it aloud on his behalf.

"Who can listen to what I say in my heart?

I don’t know how many times I miss you.

Fate is determined by heaven,

Where does the spring breeze turn into strong feelings? "

"This poem is interesting."

"I thought it sounded like a limerick."

Everyone was talking about it, and their evaluation of the young man's poem was average.

But the place became heated.

"I come."

Another person walked out and handed the poem over.

The boy began to read.

After everyone listened, they felt that it was not as good as the one written by the young man in front, which caused a burst of boos.

Several more poems were presented one after another, some good and some bad, which aroused everyone's interest in discussion.

"What kind of trashy people do you think you dare to compete with in public?"

With disdain on his face, Ma Chao took out a poem from his sleeve and asked someone to hand it over.

Lin Mo was very surprised.

But he never saw Ma Chao touch the pen and paper in the box from beginning to end, so where did this poem come from?

He asked Wang Dong, but the latter chuckled and whispered: "It must have been written by someone in advance. The captain already knew that there would be a literary gathering here!"

"Can this be ghostwritten?"

Lin Mo was stunned.

"why not?"

Wang Dong disagreed, "Ghostwriting is also a test of financial resources. If you want to find a good ghostwriter, you can't do it without money."

“Scholars always like to say, ‘Don’t bend your waist for five buckets of rice’.

But what if there are ten buckets or one hundred buckets?

Everyone has a price, and some people think they are high-minded. That’s because the price is not in place.

If you put a hundred dollars in front of people, how many scholars would be willing to refuse? "

Lin Mo heard what he said made sense.

I couldn't help but ask: "So, Brother Ma spent a hundred yuan to buy a poem?"

Wang Dong shook his head: "No, the captain counter-offered fifty yuan. He said that even if you have money, you can't just make it."

Can you get a cut at this price?

City people really know how to play.

At this time, the boy started reading Ma Chao's poem.

"My intention is leisurely accompanying the clouds,

Love the night pavilion as if you are a fairy.

Red leaves and spring mud are sentimental things,

The autumn moon over Yuhu Lake falls on my heart. "

"It's actually an acrostic poem!"

"The artistic conception and style of this poem are quite good. Although it is not the best, it is still the best poem I have heard so far."

Everyone praised him.

The Hongyu girl also nodded slightly to express her appreciation.

Ma Chao sat down with a proud look on his face.

I thought to myself, this fifty yuan is worth spending!

Wang Dong would not miss such a good opportunity to flatter him.

"Congratulations, captain, I might be able to hug this beauty tonight."

"Haha, this is not necessarily true..."

Ma Chao waved his hand and acted very calmly.

But the trembling fat on his face betrayed his excitement.

"Hey, there can't be anyone with better literary talent than you. Your poems will definitely be ranked first..."

Wang Dong boasted.

Just as he was talking, someone walked out of the private room next door.

"You dare to say that this poem can win the first prize? That's because my poem has not been published!"

Lin Mo was stunned when he saw this man.

This person turned out to be Lin Shaoyan, the son of the shipping king whom he had met at Juxian Tower.

The middle-aged man following him was the one who pulled out a gun to intimidate the diners and forcibly cleared the place.

Ma Chao seems to have some feud with the son of the shipping king.

He said lukewarmly: "Oh, who do I think I am? I don't know what to say. It turns out to be Lin Shaoyan and Young Master Lin!"

"Aren't you going to deal with Brother Ma and this guy?"

Lin Mo couldn't help but ask.

Wang Dong nodded.

Tell him in a low voice that the young master in front of him is Lin Shaoyan, the young boss of Minsheng Shipping Company.

Captain Ma Chao and this man have long disliked each other.

The two are also rivals in business.

The relationship between the two has always been on bad terms.

"If the captain knew that this guy would show up here today, he probably wouldn't come here even to death."

Lin Shaoyan waved his hand.

The middle-aged man behind him walked downstairs and handed over a poem.

"read."

The boy Langxeng said:

"Leaning alone in the window pavilion and thinking about beauty,

The happy rain spreads on the beaded curtain.

Dancing and dreaming,

Your smile is as beautiful as a banished immortal. "

"Another acrostic poem!"

"But both in terms of language and style, it's much better than the previous one."

Lin Shaoyan's poem won applause from the audience.

The red jade girl looked over from a distance and smiled lightly.

Lin Shaoyan was immediately elated.

Even if Ma Chao didn't know much about poetry, he could tell that the other party's poetry was indeed better than his own.

He clenched his fist reluctantly and slowly released it.

Wang Dong said angrily: "I think this guy must have hired a ghostwriter to write it!"

Lin Shaoyan walked closer and whispered to Ma Chao: "Did you ask Mr. Cheng to write this poem?"