Impeachment will make me stronger, and I will be invincible on the road to death.

Chapter 162: Yang Cuiliu Leaves Poems

Yang Yanzhang took the test paper and read it carefully. After a while, he raised his head with a smile and said to the maid beside him: "Please help me prepare the pen and ink. I will write the pen to answer the questions myself."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment. I'll get it for you, young master." The maid responded and immediately went downstairs to get paper, pens and inkstones.

Yang Yanzhang sat down and began to write seriously.

Composing a poem with the theme of battlefield, homesickness, and bamboo is not too simple for Yang Yanzhang.

Yang Yanzhang splashed with ink and soon the three poems of Bamboo and Stone appeared on the paper.

There were some talented people around who wanted to see what Yang Yanzhang had written.

But when they saw the broken iron clothes in the battlefield of hundreds of battles and the siege in the south of the city, they were stunned and read it out unconsciously.

After he finished reading all three poems by Yang Yanzhang, there was silence in the whole Yang Cui Liu.

After a long time, he burst out in exclamation: "This... how is this possible?"

Yang Yanzhang put the brush in his hand on the pen holder, clasped his fists at the people around him and said with a smile: "You talented men, I accept the concession."

All the talented people looked ashamed and responded with their hands raised, but they did not bear any grudge because Yang Yanzhang stole their limelight.

When Yang Yanzhang saw this, he smiled and no longer paid attention to the talented people around him, but walked towards the stairs. He also wanted to meet the oiran Ying'er.

But when Yang Yanzhang was halfway there, he was intercepted by a woman walking down the stairs.

The woman was wearing a green gauze skirt, with a beautiful face, a pair of red and phoenix eyes full of love, and her red lips lightly parted: "Please stay!"

This woman is none other than Ying'er, the oiran of 'Flower God's Tears'.

Yang Yanzhang stared at Ying'er, his eyes almost popped out.

He never expected that this girl Ying'er's appearance would be so stunning, even slightly better than most of his stars in later generations.

"Master, please stay!" Ying'er said again.

Yang Yanzhang came back to his senses and said, "Is the girl Ying'er, the courtesan of Flower God Tears?"

"Exactly."

"That's true." Yang Yanzhang thought to himself: "Such a beautiful lady, not only has outstanding talents, but her appearance is not inferior to anyone in the slightest. It's really shocking."

"Young Master, you've received the award. I wonder if Ying'er would be honored to sing a song for him." Miss Ying'er said with a sweet smile.

"Zheng..."

The piano sounds!
Ying'er's wrist shook, and a sweet piano sound sounded in the green willows.

The song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" made everyone present intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Miss Ying'er's piano skills are not outstanding, and he is also good at playing the piano. He is very skillful in playing the piano. The music sounds soft and gentle, like a silver bell, and the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

“Good… good… good… sounds good… sounds really good!”

After the song ended, everyone present applauded and said that Yinger played so well!

Yang Yanzhang looked at Ying'er on the stage and thought to himself: "This Ying'er is indeed good, but it's just a pity..."

Yang Yanzhang shook his head, got rid of the confusion in his heart, and continued to watch Ying'er's dance.

Not long after, the song "Die Lian Hua" ended, Ying'er thanked her again and stepped back, and the guests in the hall reluctantly left.After all the guests left, the clerk cleaned up the mess and booked all the free seats. Yang Yanzhang was enjoying the rare peaceful time alone in the second floor seat, tasting tea and pastries.

Soon, Miss Ying'er walked in.

She was wearing a pink dress, a light blue tube top embroidered with lotus leaves around her waist, and a light yellow gauze as thin as cicada wings draped over her shoulders, making her look ethereal.

"Ying'er has met the young master."

Yang Yanzhang stood up and said with a smile: "Miss Ying'er is indeed both talented and beautiful. I admire you."

Miss Ying'er leaned forward slightly and said softly: "Young Master praised me. Your master is extremely knowledgeable and has extraordinary talents. He is the one Ying'er admires."

"Haha!" Yang Yanzhang raised his head and laughed a few times, and then said: "Miss Ying'er is so ridiculous, let's stop flattering each other and let's talk about business."

"Sir, please speak!"

Yang Yanzhang took a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat, and then said: "Since Miss Ying'er is the oiran of 'Tears of the Flower God', she must know who I am, right?"

Yinger smiled and nodded.

Yang Yanzhang smiled and said: "I heard that Miss Ying'er is good at pipa, so I came to visit today. But now that I see Miss Ying'er's talent, I have changed my mind."

"Huh?" Ying'er asked doubtfully, "I hope you can give me some advice!"

Yang Yanzhang reached out and clapped his hands: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Yang Yanzhang said three good words in a row, then pointed to the three poems he had just written on the table and said: "You see, Miss Ying'er's posture, charm, technique and voice are all the best of the best. If you are asked to play the pipa , it’s definitely a perfect match!”

Although Yang Yanzhang only has a rough understanding of music rhythm, he is a time traveler after all. He has a very in-depth study of classical culture, and he is also a person who has gone through a major, so he can express these poems with witty words.

Miss Ying'er was slightly startled. She didn't expect that the young master in front of her would actually say such words, and she felt a little grateful.

"Young Master is joking! I'm not as powerful as the Young Master portrays me to be." Miss Ying'er said modestly.

"Haha, you don't have to be modest. Your pipa skills are indeed at the pinnacle. No matter how similar you are in appearance or spirit, you are truly gifted."

When Yang Yanzhang spoke, his eyes were fixed on Miss Ying'er, his eyes were so hot that Miss Ying'er felt embarrassed when he looked at her with such fiery eyes. She lowered her head and played with her clothes, not daring to look at Yang Yanzhang.

At this time, Yang Yanzhang was even more satisfied. Although the girl Ying'er in front of him was a little shy, it actually added to her charm.

If Miss Ying'er used to give people a pure taste, then now she exudes a seductive temptation, like a rose with thorns, attracting people to get close to her and pick her.

At this time, Ying'er suddenly raised her head and said: "Young Master's literary talent is unparalleled. I wonder if Young Master will participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival held in Yangcuiliu three days later?"

Looking at Miss Ying'er's expectant eyes, Yang Yanzhang smiled: "So, Miss Ying'er wants me to participate?"

"Hope, hope!"

Ying'er said hurriedly: "If the young master participates, then his reputation will be spread thousands of miles, and he will become a talented and beautiful woman in Chang'an City, and his reputation will last forever."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Yang Yanzhang waved his hand and said, "In that case, I promise you, and I will definitely attend the appointment on time."

Hearing that Yang Yanzhang agreed, Ying'er was extremely excited: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

In the end, Yang Yanzhang still kept his chastity.

After returning to Yang Fuzhong, Yang Yanzhang thought about the fragrance of Miss Ying'er just now, and finally fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)