Countless people want to meet Zhao Xiaoniang and want to see what kind of beauty she is, and whether she can afford such a masterpiece.

Such a grand occasion attracted the eyes of the sisters around them to shine.

A brothel woman, who doesn’t want to earn a name or change her freedom?

And now, the opportunity is right in front of you!

This young man has such a poetic talent. If he gets a poem, he will not have to worry about the rest of his life!

Thinking of this, someone couldn't help asking: "Little Langjun, how much is your magic medicine?"

Yang Mingyuan whispered: "A hundred golds are a share!"

"Baijin? Why don't you rob it?"

The high price made many brothel women angry.

But there have always been many people in the world who have the courage to speculate. Just when most people were deterred by this price, a woman suddenly squeezed into the crowd with a fan covering her face.

"Little Langjun, I want a magical medicine."

She spoke excitedly, tremblingly, and handed over a pile of jade pendants and gold bracelets: "Is these enough?"

Obviously, this person saw the opportunity and decided to use his whole life as a fight.

It doesn’t matter whether magical medicine or magical medicine is, the key is poetry?

"Can."

Yang Mingyuan glanced briefly, didn't care, nodded and stopped, and said, "The gourd snatched white teeth, and the two moths frowned green eyebrows.

The red face is like a lotus, and the plain skin is like a cream. It is graceful and elegant, light and uncontrollable."

"good!"

Someone who understands poetry shouted loudly on the spot.

Although this poem is not as good as the previous poem, it is also a rare masterpiece, not to mention that Yang Mingyuan only wrote it in the blink of an eye, which is enough to be called a talented person.

Furthermore, compared with the previous poem, this poem focuses more on realistic, which is more beneficial to the reputation of brothel women.

The woman obviously thought of this and became more and more excited for a moment. She grabbed Yang Mingyuan's hand and said half shyly and half gratefully: "Thank you, if you are interested, I would like to recommend myself to the pillow and mat..."

The words have not ended.

A bunch of Yingying Yanyan squeezed over from behind, and they grabbed Yang Mingyuan's arms, fighting for me and robbing.

"Young man, please give me a poem too!"

"And me!"

"I want it too!"
Chapter completed!