Mr. Nameless was instantly enraged!
The charm of a good poem was limitless.
The atmosphere of the Great Tang was also open!
As long as it was beautiful, people could accept it in a very short time.
Although the lyrics were not very similar to mainstream poems.
However, this poem was too classic and catchy.
What was even more domineering was that as long as someone silently recited a paragraph, they would be infected by the sincere feelings within!
Moreover, every time he read a poem, he would have a different feeling.
It made people fall into a trance!
As she read, tears flowed down her face…
……
"Since ancient times, poems have been described as the extreme of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. This poem has already written the extreme of sorrow! We can't compare!
Thinking of all the cliches we've written, sigh…I don't want to talk about it! From now on, I will never write a poem again!”A scholar said with admiration and regret.
"Let's go together!" With that, the group of scholars walked out of the brothel.
Was he going to study at night behind closed doors, or was he going to live in the secular world…
No one would know!
A few people with literary talent shook their hands after saying that and walked straight out of the brothel.
Never to return.
When everyone saw this, the dirty thoughts in their hearts instantly faded.
Everyone present was chewing on each word.
A scene appeared in front of everyone at the same time:
A successful person lost his beloved half at the most beautiful time.
Every Qingming Festival, he would bring a pot of wine.
There was no one around. A lonely voice, hugging the cold grave and crying…
His beloved wife died young and was thousands of miles away. He had nowhere to talk about it and was extremely sad.
Even if the grave was close by, separated by life and death, could it be sad?
Everyone chewed slowly. How sad was this?
The words of love that erased the boundary between life and death!
……
"What kind of trauma did this man experience?”Miss Mingyue carefully rubbed the paper. On it was a poem she had written with Little Kai.
" What a sentimental man…" Miss Mingyue sighed slightly.
Miss Ming Yue was stunned for a moment, and tears were already streaming down her face unknowingly.
However, when she saw that no one had noticed, she quickly tidied up her appearance.
Then, he slowly said,"I announce that the nameless young master is the winner of today's competition!" As for the money that was auctioned off, Spring Wind Building would return it to them!”
Miss Ming Yue, as the head actress, naturally had a certain degree of freedom.
"Because I'm not feeling well, I have to leave early!”After Miss Mingyue finished speaking, she did not care about everyone's reaction.
He just left!
She was in a hurry and wanted to return to her room to savor this poem.
If she walked any slower, she really didn't know if she would be unable to control her tears again…
That affectionate person…
……
Once Miss Mingyue left…
Cui Yang was so angry that his face turned purple…
It was so colorful that it was as if they had changed their faces…
The top lady of a brothel actually had some status!
To give a more appropriate example, Miss Ming Yue was like a big star in the future!
Rich people could play dirty, but they couldn't force themselves in front of everyone…
This beauty show was eventually diluted by a poem.
However, everyone present expressed that this trip was not in vain.
After all, they could brag about it in the future…
Back then, I personally witnessed the birth of the poem of extreme sorrow…
Hurry up and offer your knees!
……
Of course, there was only one person who was extremely unhappy.
Cui Yang's face was flushed red.
He felt as if someone was pressing down on his face and slapping him hard on the left and right!
Everyone who saw him couldn't help but show a sympathetic expression.
"Find that person. I want him dead! Ahhhh!" Cui Yang said gloomily.
"Young Master, our people are already following him. When do we make our move?”Cui Yang walked out of the brothel and a lackey appeared beside him.
"I want it now!"
……
Li Yuanba was strolling aimlessly on the street with a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth.
His entire body swayed, looking very relaxed and satisfied.
The sun had completely set.
"I remember that the Tang Dynasty has a curfew, right? Speaking of which, could those people feel the charm of this poem?”Li Yuanba muttered in his heart.
However, he did not know that he had greatly underestimated the destructive power of this poem…
In an instant, all the men in Manqing Brothel lost their interest in sex…
At the same time, they shed tears of sadness!
If this wasn't killing power, then what was?
If one wanted to make a headline, it could probably be written as:
Shocking! I made all the men in the brothel go soft…
……
When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was sixteen.
Wang Fu is young and beautiful, and he is very filial to his parents. The two of them love each other very much.
Unfortunately, fate was unpredictable. Wang Fu passed away at the age of twenty-seven.
This was a great blow to Dongpo. The pain in his heart and mental pain was self-evident.
Li Yuanba used the words that he had written in extreme sorrow.
It instantly caused a large amount of damage!
Didn't his mother see that the brothel was closed for a few hours?
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