Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

After paying the five hundred taels introduction fee, Cheng Feng directly asked Hong Yu to take him to Shang Yan's private area.

Hong Yu asked curiously, "Has Young Master made a new discovery?"

Looking at the curious Hong Yu, Cheng Feng sized up Hong Yu's curvaceous figure and stared at Hong Yu's delicate face, saying, "What ideas could I have? I've always been wary of brothels, this is my first time here!

I wouldn't dare dream of the courtesans, but if I could meet a singing girl, it would be an eye-opener.

At worst, I'll give him the ten thousand taels of silver and have him treat me to a meal."

Hong Yu was a little shy from Cheng Feng's direct gaze: "Why is Young Master staring at me?"

Cheng Feng, feeling a little itchy from Hong Yu's charming tenderness, chuckled, withdrew his gaze, and pretended to be calm, saying, "Miss Hong Yu, you misunderstand. I just think you are beautiful and have an extraordinary temperament, very different from the other women in this brothel."

Hearing this, a blush appeared on Hong Yu's face, and she said softly, "Young Master, you flatter me. I am already satisfied to receive such praise from you."

Cheng Feng thought to himself, "As expected, those who have received professional training are different."

Every frown and smile is captivating.

As they spoke, the two had already arrived in front of Shang Yan's private area. The decoration here was extremely elegant, completely different from the hustle and bustle of other places in the brothel, exuding a faint freshness and elegance.

Hong Yu first asked the doorman, and after confirming that there were no guests inside, she gently knocked on the door. After a while, a soft voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Miss Shang Yan, it's Hong Yu, I have something to discuss."

A little maid ran out from inside and took Hong Yu in.

After a while, footsteps came from inside.

A pretty little maid opened the door for Cheng Feng: "Miss Shang Yan invites the honored guest."

Cheng Feng cupped his fist: "Greetings."

Cheng Feng tidied up his robe and went in. A woman in green, with a beautiful and refined face, appeared before him, it was Shang Yan.

Her eyes were clear and cold, yet not without tenderness, as if she could see into people's hearts.

Shang Yan nodded slightly, signaling Cheng Feng to enter. The room was simple but stylish, with a few volumes of poetry and books on the table, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of ink.

"Young Master Cheng, I heard from Hong Yu that you are willing to pay a high price to see me. I wonder what it is for?" Shang Yan's voice was cold with a hint of curiosity.

Cheng Feng sat down and said slowly, "To be honest, I do have something to ask."

Shang Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, signaling Cheng Feng to continue.

Cheng Feng then told her about the bet with someone.

The more lies you tell, the smoother they become.

Shang Yan did not speak, but Hong Yu was a little bored and playing with the embroidered handkerchief in her hand.

After a while, Shang Yan said: "Since Young Master is betting with someone, he must be prepared to win or lose."

"I don't lack silver here, I just happen to like poetry and songs."

"If Young Master can compose a top-notch poem,"

"I will definitely tell you everything I know, and without reservation."

Cheng Feng had a bit of a headache, the poems and songs in his stomach were all from his previous life.

Hopefully, he won't be exposed!

In the few years of studying in Great Zhou, he hasn't seen any relevant figures from his previous life, which made Cheng Feng still have some thoughts in his heart.

Being a plagiarist, isn't too much, right?

In an instant, Cheng Feng nodded and said, "Please give me a topic, madam."

Shang Yan looked at Cheng Feng's unchanged expression, and was also sure that Hong Yu said that Cheng Feng still had some ink in his stomach.

She became a little interested: "Then please Young Master use 'Love' as the topic and create a poem."

Cheng Feng thought for a while, there was no need to bring out those earth-shattering poems.

It would be good to just pass the test.

With a slight turn of his brow, he opened his mouth and said:

"Embroidered face, hibiscus, a smile unfolds, slanting flying treasure duck sets off fragrant cheeks. The eyes just move, and one's thoughts are guessed.

A face of amorous feelings, deep and rhythmic, half a note of delicate hatred, entrusted with secluded feelings. The moon moves the flower shadows, promising to meet again."

Hearing Cheng Feng make a poem, Shang Yan's cherry mouth opened slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Shang Yan originally held the idea of making a poem that was not bad to give Hong Yu face.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Feng's poem actually had the feeling of a budding age of love, always accompanied by many romantic fantasies.

The shyness of a girl whose hazy beauty is guessed and then agrees to meet.

Shang Yan was surprised that Cheng Feng could create poetry of this level.

Shang Yan lightly opened her vermilion lips and praised: "Young Master Cheng's poem is truly a masterpiece, with sincere emotions."

"Especially the sentence 'The eyes just move, and one's thoughts are guessed,' which vividly depicts the shyness and expectation of a girl's budding love, it is truly amazing."

Cheng Feng smiled modestly and said, "Miss Shang, you flatter me. I'm just scribbling at will, it's an honor to receive such praise from you."

Hong Yu was also fascinated by listening to it, although she didn't understand poetry, she could also feel the pure emotions in the poem, and couldn't help but look at Cheng Feng with admiration.

Shang Yan nodded slightly and said, "Young Master Cheng is full of talent and is not something in a pond."

"I wonder if Young Master is willing to stay a little longer and enjoy fragrant tea with me and discuss the way of poetry?"

Cheng Feng looked at the killing power of his poetry within a controllable range and relaxed slightly.

Then he readily agreed, and the three of them sat down together, drinking tea and discussing poetry, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Sure enough, talented women need to be subdued by talented people.

In the fragrant tea, Shang Yan asked: "Young Master Cheng, can you take out that piece of paper and let me take a look?"

Hearing this, Cheng Feng's heart moved slightly, but he was also calm. He took out the paper from his arms, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Shang Yan's direction.

Shang Yan gently raised her plain hand, gracefully took the paper, and observed it.

Hong Yu curiously looked around, but did not dare to disturb her easily.

The fragrance of tea and the fragrance of ink intertwined, making it particularly harmonious in this quiet room.

After checking, Shang Yan sighed softly: "I'm sorry, Young Master Cheng, this is the same as the paper I usually use, I can't see any difference in this paper either."

Hearing this, although Cheng Feng was a little disappointed, he also nodded in understanding. He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's already Cheng's honor that Miss Shang can take the time to check.

It's just a bet, I'm now overwhelmed by it, at worst, I'll just admit defeat."

Hong Yu couldn't help but interject after hearing this: "Yes, Young Master Cheng, it's too whimsical to recognize people by paper."

Shang Yan smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

She lightly raised her eyes and looked at Cheng Feng, saying, "Young Master Cheng, with your poetic talent, you can be a guest of honor anywhere, it's just a bet, just relax."

Cheng Feng also smiled freely: "That's true, Miss Shang Yan is right."

After chatting for a while, Cheng Feng felt something was wrong,

Why is this Miss Shang Yan getting closer and closer to him?

He thought to himself: "Is the power of poetry so great?"

On the surface, he did not show any strangeness, and still talked and laughed with Shang Yan and Hong Yu.

Shang Yan got closer and closer, and finally stopped beside Cheng Feng.

She said softly: "Young Master Cheng, I have an uninvited request, I wonder if you can compose another poem for me?

That, I can pay for it."

Looking at the somewhat impatient Shang Yan,

Cheng Feng was a little dazed.

Which one of us came to the brothel?