What Qin Feng had written was " Bodhisattva Man: Everyone Praises Jiangnan's Beauty " written by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty. Of course, he did not write the full text, but only selected a few sentences with spring water.
Therefore, the surrounding spectators were also confused. They did not know why they would regret returning home.
The brothel madame didn't know Qin Feng's background, but she was sure that someone who could write such a poem was definitely not an ordinary person. He was also close to Cheng Chumo, so he was most likely a young master of some family.
Cheng Chumo and his brothers admired Qin Feng even more. They only knew that he could make ice, salt, and think of horseshoes. They didn't expect that he was also good at poetry.
Although the three brothers 'attainments in the arts were not high, they could still hear the extraordinariness of this poem. In their eyes, Qin Feng was already an omnipotent existence who could both write and fight.
Those girls from the brothel looked at Qin Feng with shining eyes. They wanted nothing more than to take off their clothes and spend the night with Qin Feng.
This action also made the onlookers envious. If he could write such a poem, wouldn't the top courtesan of Pingkang Lane's brothel be free to choose?
However, the next scene made the surrounding spectators gape in shock. They were so shocked that they could not say a word.
Qin Feng put the completed " Bodhisattva Man: Everyone Praises Jiangnan " aside and pressed the top two corners of the paper with a paperweight. He was actually preparing to write again.
The poem just now was an excellent poem that could be passed down through the ages. Could it be that this youth could write another one?
"The rain at night brings forth the spring water, and the warm clouds make the weather cloudy. It should be said that it was a night of spring rain that only stopped at dawn. The river rose and the clouds were thick, covering the sky. It was sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, and the weather was warm.”
That spectator who had some appreciation had already become everyone's personal commentator. Every time Qin Feng finished writing a sentence, he would translate it.
"The curtain is empty, the sun is thin, the flowers and bamboos are quiet, and sometimes there are milk doves chirping against each other. It probably meant that there was no one inside the curtain, the sun was dim, the flowers and bamboo bushes were silent, and from time to time, the chirping of birds could be heard.”
This poem had a completely different emotion from the sorrow of returning to his hometown in Jiangnan just now. It was about the spring rain at the beginning of the night and the birds chirping in the empty mountains. It was a happy emotion.
In less than ten minutes, he had composed two famous poems that could be passed down through the ages. Moreover, the emotions expressed in them were completely different. It was not unprecedented, but at least unprecedented.
If the first poem had the word 'spring water' in it by chance, then the two poems in succession had the word 'spring water', which made people suspicious.
When the brothel madame saw this poem, she finally understood. This young master was definitely using the poem to express his dissatisfaction with Miss Chunshui and Yichun Yard.
Miss Chunshui had just refused to meet them because a High Scholar had written a poem for her, and this young master had written two poems in succession, both with the word 'Chunshui'.
Although she didn't know the standard of that High Scholar's poem, the brothel madame believed that it was absolutely impossible for him to write a poem with the word 'Spring Water' in it for Miss Spring Water.
The biggest taboo for business was to offend people, not to mention this kind of talented scholar who had written two masterpieces. After all, they also needed these talented scholars to be elegant.
The brothel madame looked anxiously at Miss Chun Shui's room, her heart constantly urging her to hurry and apologize.
This poem was written by Su Shunqin of the Song Dynasty," A tour of the Canglang Pavilion at the beginning of the sunny day." Of course, Su Shunqin was not born yet, so it was naturally written by Qin Feng.
After the first clear day tour of the Canglang Pavilion, the spectators suddenly realized that this was the first clear day after the rain. It was the feeling of visiting the Canglang Pavilion, but where was the Canglang Pavilion? He didn't expect him to have such experience at such a young age.
Qin Feng ignored everyone's shocked gazes and continued reading. He saw another poem by Du Fu about spring water.
If it was said that the spectators were already extremely shocked just now, then they were already numb now. This is because they saw Qin Feng put the paper with the second poem to the side. Could it be that there was another poem?
"The south and north are all spring waters, but I see a flock of gulls coming every day. The green water in the north and south of the thatched cottage was surrounded by the ripples of spring. Flocks of gulls flew over every day.”
"The path of flowers has never been swept by guests, and the door of the tent has been opened for you. The path in the courtyard that was full of flowers and plants was not cleaned to welcome guests. It was only for your arrival that the grass door of my house was opened for the first time.”
"There is no taste in the market far away, and the wine in the bottle is only the old fermented grains. Too far from the market, there was no good food on the plate, and the poor family could only entertain with old wine.”
"I'm willing to drink with my neighbor, and I'll call for the rest of my cup across the fence. If you are willing to drink with the old man next door, I will call him over from the fence.”
Everyone looked at Qin Feng, not knowing what to say. Three poems, what kind of genius could do it?
At the same time, there was a knock on the door of a room in Yichun Courtyard.
Chunshui froze and frowned. The brothel madame had come by just now and she had clearly stated that she would not see anyone else today. Why was there someone knocking on the door?
Chun Shui looked at Chu Zhenlin, who was resting with his eyes closed, and decided to ignore him.
However, the more he ignored them, the more the person outside knocked on the door. The more he knocked, the more urgent and the harder he knocked.
Chu Zhenlin opened his eyes and smiled elegantly. He pointed at the door and gestured for Chun Shui to open it.
Chun Shui saw that Chu Zhenlin was not angry. She let out a light breath and stuck out her tongue. She stood up and bowed before opening the door.
Chu Zhenlin looked at Chun Shui's back as she went to open the door. A trace of malice flashed across his eyes, but Chun Shui did not see this scene.
Chun Shui opened the door and saw that it was not the brothel madame, but just an ordinary sister. She said with a cold face,"Didn't you say not to disturb me for anything? You'd better have something extremely important, or I won't let you off.”
Although they were both in Yichun Yard, their status could not be mentioned in the same breath, so they whispered to Chun Shui according to what the procuress had taught them.
"Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only live in Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the painted boat sleeps in the rain. The man beside the loessial is like the moon, and the white wrist is covered with frost and snow. Don't go back to your hometown until you're old. You must be heartbroken when you go back to your hometown.”
As the head of the Yichun Courtyard, Chun Shui's attainments in poetry were much higher than others. She asked,"Is this really the work of the young master I rejected just now?”
After receiving an affirmative answer, Chun Shui was filled with regret. Why did she reject him back then? Now that he had written such a poem, she was afraid that she would never meet someone who was willing to write such a poem for her in her entire life.
Before Chun Shui could regret it, another sister ran over and asked breathlessly,"Sister Chunshui, why are you still here? Mother has been waiting anxiously.”
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