There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 889 Su Xian: Su Jiu is born late, you girls should be polite.

Pinyu Pavilion, lobby.

The singing and dancing is over.

On the side of the stage, a separate area has been divided. Twenty sets of tables and chairs have been prepared, and the four treasures of the study are placed on the table.

On the outside of this area, a colorful bead curtain hangs, separating it from the guests in the lobby.

The oiran ladies who stepped down from the stage moved here and sat down in order, either writing with a pen, resting their chins on their hands, or waiting upright, in various forms.

The open space on the other side of the bead curtain tent is also filled with tables. The four treasures of the study are complete, but they are all small square tables, which can only accommodate one person to write and splash ink.

This is the place where poetry is written and talents are competed.

There are more than 200 such small square tables, corresponding to the more than 200 people who signed up, one person has one seat.

Everyone was already in place, including Su Xian, Lin Chuan, Mr. Han, etc., some were writing furiously, some were meditating, some were biting their pens in a daze, and so on.

The area outside the lobby was filled with people eating melon.

They were all ordinary guests who had paid an entry fee of 100 taels. Since they couldn't afford the registration fee of 3000 taels, they didn't even dare to think about the oiran ladies. They were just here to watch the fun.

Who can win the first prize with one poem and win the favor of the oiran ladies?

Who will be completely defeated and become the big grievances in Mr. Han’s mouth?
The match between a beautiful woman and a talented man, failure and success, has always been a topic that people talk about, and the people who eat melons are silently looking forward to it...

Finally, the second stage of the combing conference, the competition of talents, began.

The boy in Pinyu Pavilion lit a stick of incense and announced that this was the limit.

There were hundreds of people of all kinds in the huge lobby, but there was silence.

Inside the five-color bead curtain, the oiran ladies sit there like female gentlemen, while the 200 people outside the bead curtain look like students taking exams.

The female gentlemen are waiting to "mark" the students' test papers...

Su Xian and Lin Chuan were also among the 200 people. They applied individually.

After the incense was lit, Su Xian picked up his pen and dipped it in the ink. He was like a star of Wenqu, and he could write a poem with a single stroke of the pen.

Lin Chuan watched from the sidelines and was stunned again and again. He thought that Brother Su would definitely neglect his studies after becoming an official, but he did not expect that he was still so good at writing poems.

Not far away, Mr. Han looked sideways frequently and noticed the speed of Su Xian's poetry writing. He snorted secretly and thought to himself:

"Pretend, even if you are too talented, you can't write a poem with your pen! Let you be proud for a while, and I will teach you to look good later."

"..."

Composing poetry on the spot requires inspiration and ideas. Anyone who dares to take the challenge thinks that he has two skills, and is either a scholar or a scholar.

When these people write poems, they cannot stay still. Most of them walk around with their hands behind their backs, either bowing their heads in meditation or looking up at the sky. The scene is chaotic but orderly.

This gave Su Xian and others the possibility of cheating.

In fact, Lin Chuan knew this rule very well, so he did not ask Su Xian to compose the poem in advance and hand it over to the twenty hired scholars. It would be the same if he finished it and sent it away...

As time went by, the incense finally burned out.

The second stage of the grooming ceremony is over.

Everyone put down their brushes and exited the "examination room".

Some people were beaming with joy and their confidence exploded. They glanced at the oiran ladies behind the five-color beaded curtain and secretly swallowed their saliva.

Some people sighed, shook their heads, and looked unhappy.

As for Su Xian, Lin Chuan, Mr. Han, and a small group of scholars, they had already left the venue early and returned to their seats to calmly drink tea and wait in silence.

During this period, Su Xian, Lin Chuan and Mr. Han exchanged glances several times. Their eyes became colder and colder, and a series of sparks pierced the air.

However, both sides are holding back for the time being, waiting for Pinyu Pavilion to announce the winner.

At this time, the maids had already collected the poems on the small square table, sent them to the five-color bead curtain tent in the corresponding order, and placed them on the tables of the oiran ladies.

Under the bead curtain, the line of sight was slightly blocked, but both the two hundred scholars and scholars, as well as the people eating melons outside, could roughly see their movements.

The oiran ladies began to read poetry!

At the guest seat, Mr. Han could no longer hold his breath. He looked at Lin Chuan with contempt and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin Chuan, why are you doing this?"

Lin Chuan remembered the experience of being almost beaten by a group of people last time, and he still felt a little guilty. However, he thought again that Brother Su was here, and he became bolder again. He faced Mr. Han's cold gaze and said humiliatingly:
"This is what I want to say to you. You, Mr. Han, should not come to Pinyu Pavilion tonight!"

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time. My wings have grown hard." Mr. Han was so busy that he used a tone of teasing a child, which was very annoying.

He was not afraid of Lin Chuan's threat at all. He opened his mouth and prepared to harm Lin Chuan again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a calm voice with anger and majesty came over: "Quack, shut up!"

Somehow, Mr. Han was startled by this voice. He couldn't say the words that came to his lips and kept them in his stomach. This feeling was not pleasant.

"presumptuous!"

Mr. Han took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully. Only then did his body and mind feel smooth.

Turning his head to look again, it turned out to be the idiot next to Lin Chuan, that is, Su Xian. His eyes were burning and angry, and he scolded: "I am talking to Mr. Lin, who are you? You dare to interrupt?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Han turned his head and gave the person next to him a very cold look.

The person beside him understood and walked towards Su Xian. It seemed that he wanted to teach Su Xian a lesson. This man was tall and mighty and looked very bluffing.

Su Xian naturally didn't care. He didn't even look at Mr. Han. Instead, he turned his head and carefully observed the oiran ladies behind the bead curtain.

When Mr. Han saw this, he sneered in his heart. The little book boy beside him also laughed and said:
"This man is in terrible condition. He is about to be severely repaired. You must know that Cao Lin is a master known in the east and west of Shannan. He can be stabbed to death with one finger!"

The "Cao Lin" in the mouth of the little book boy is the strong man who forced Su Xian.

Mr. Han, the scholar, and the twenty scholars behind them were all laughing, waiting to see Su Xian being severely punished.

but--

After Cao Lin approached Su Xian, he raised his hand to give Su Xian a slap in the face. As soon as he raised his hand, a woman in black clothes and a black hat grabbed her wrist.

The woman was very thin and looked extremely weak, but Cao Lin couldn't wave her hand and froze in mid-air.

what happened?

The smiles on the faces of Mr. Han and others paused slightly. Before they could understand, a series of clicking sounds came clearly to their ears. What was that sound?
Immediately afterwards, Cao Lin, the master in their eyes, retreated in embarrassment. The wrist of one hand was hanging weakly, and the other hand was holding the arm tightly, with a painful expression on his face.

"What are you doing back here?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows. Cao Lin retreated in such a dejected manner, it was really embarrassing for him.

"Sir, my subordinate is incompetent. The other party has a master. My wrist... the bones are all broken. All of us combined can't beat a master of this skill!" Cao Lin endured the pain, sweating on his forehead.

"What did you say?"

Mr. Han's eyelids jumped wildly, he turned his head sideways, and stared at Su Xian and Lin Chuan in shock and disbelief. When did Lin Chuan have such a master by his side?
He hesitated for a long time, but finally did not dare to continue to find trouble. His eyes fell on the thin woman wearing a black hat from time to time, and he was very afraid.

Cao Lin had a very good reputation in Shannan's east and west roads. He had spent a lot of money to get him, and he had always regarded him as his biggest supporter.

But who would have thought that the master next to Lin Chuan would crush Cao Lin's wrist, breaking all the bones!

Mr. Han is not a reckless person. He finally put away his contempt and stopped looking for trouble.

"Sir, what should we do next?" The book boy leaned over, his face full of shock and vigilance.

"Continue to wait until Pinyu Pavilion announces the final result." Mr. Han glanced at Yang Zhilan, who was wearing a black hat, and was filled with fear, but his tone was firm:
"It is indeed beyond my expectation to have such a master around Lin Chuan, but this is Pinyu Pavilion!"

"Pinyu Pavilion's background is indeed not small. Even I don't dare to be too presumptuous."

"Later, when I win the championship one by one and monopolize twenty oiran ladies, it will be considered a victory, and it will be regarded as trampling Lin Chuan under his feet!"

"Hmph, in Pinyu Pavilion, no matter how angry he is, Lin Chuan dare not attack easily!"

The book boy was overjoyed when he heard the words:

"Sure enough, Mr. Ziqi has a better move!"

"..."

Not long after, the oiran ladies behind the five-color bead curtain had selected their favorite poems.

The author of these poems, selected from more than 200 people, will have the opportunity to spend a spring night with the courtesan, which is indeed a blessing.

"It's finally time to announce the results!"

Around the lobby, the crowd of onlookers became excited. Although they did not participate in it, the pairing of a talented man and a beautiful woman has always been a good talk that people talk about.

Their nerves were severely stimulated, and their level of excitement was no less than that of the lucky winner.

Furthermore, twenty pairs of talents and beauties will be matched up at once tonight. The scale is too large. This is twenty times more exciting. The audience is talking enthusiastically:
"Which 20 people can win the championship in one fell swoop?"

"Really been waiting!"

"Look, that's Mr. Han from Shannan West Road. The Han family is so powerful, and there are so many scholars around Mr. Han. I'm afraid he will win the championship this time."

"Master Lin Chuanlin is here too!"

"Lin Chuan? That playboy who has no knowledge and skills and only knows how to play all day long? Haha, he should forget it."

"Hey, the person next to Mr. Lin looks so friendly, he should be Mr. Lin's friend, right?"

"Birds of a feather flock together, and the good friend of the playboy is not a good thing. He is here just to give money to Pinyu Pavilion. As for winning the first prize? What a joke!"

"If I can also participate in it, win the first prize in one fell swoop, and spend the spring evening with an oiran lady, I will have no regrets in this life."

"..."

Compared to the excitement of the melon-eating crowd, the two hundred scholars and scholars were much calmer.

Su Xian, Lin Chuan, and Mr. Han exchanged a final look with anger in their eyes, and then looked away at the same time, looking at the three standing in front of the beaded curtain.

Among the three people, the one in the middle is the Madam of Pinyu Pavilion. On the left is Mr. Turtle, and on the right is a maid. The maid is holding a piece of writing paper in her hand.

The list of winners should be on the writing paper.

The old bustard first said a few words on the scene, smiled and thanked all the distinguished guests for their support, and finally signaled to the servant girl to announce the list of winners.

The whole hall was suddenly silent, and many people's hearts were in their throats.

The long-awaited results are about to be announced and it’s simply exciting.

Mr. Han was so rested that he had a smile on his face. He glanced sideways at Su Xian and Lin Chuan and sneered secretly:

"The good show has finally begun. Although my subordinates are not as powerful as you, the 20 people who won the championship this time must be under my subordinates!"

On the other side, Su Xian remained calm and confident.

Lin Chuan couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled Su Xian's arm, looked uneasy, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Su, I'm so nervous, what if I fail?"

Su Xian glanced at him and said nothing.

Because the maid next to the old bustard had already held up the writing paper, and the result would be revealed soon, so there was no need for him to comfort her too much.

"The young master whose name I heard from the slave family, please come forward."

The servant girl spoke loudly, and read out the name of the first winner: "Su Jiu!"

Who is Su Jiu?

Lin Chuan was nervous and looked around. Whether it was the five people he hired or the twenty scholars Su Xian found, Lin Chuan knew their names, but there was no one named "Su Jiu" among them.

Could it be that he missed out on the first spot?
Lin Chuan's heart thumped, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

Not only Lin Chuan was searching for Su Jiu, but everyone in the lobby was also searching. Who is Su Jiu and where is Su Jiu?
Mr. Han was also stunned. He was naturally familiar with the names of the twenty scholars he hired, but there was no one named Su Jiu among them, which made him frown.

Fortunately, he found that the scholars around Lin Chuan did not move, which meant that this lucky guy named Su Jiu was not from Lin Chuan!
This is luck among misfortunes.

Although he missed the first spot, which frustrated his plan of "monopolizing twenty oiran ladies", fortunately, the first spot was not Lin Chuan's, which gave him a sense of balance.

What Mr. Han can’t get, Lin Chuan can’t even imagine!

"Master Su Jiusu, please come forward."

The maid shouted again.

But in the huge lobby, no one stood out.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder who it was that Shi Shi could win the favor of the courtesan, but he was so unique that if he had been an ordinary person, he would have been far behind.

Lin Chuan was having mixed feelings when he suddenly found that Brother Su beside him stood up slowly.

"Sorry, this is Su Jiu."

After Su Xian got up, he bowed his hands to the maid to express his apology, and then walked over with a step forward, standing in front of the five-color beaded curtain.

This is the closest he has been to the oiran ladies since tonight.

Waves of fragrant but not greasy powdery fragrance floated out from the bead curtain tent, mixed with the delicate fragrance of women, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and the pores all over his body relaxed.

It turned out that although Su Xian was drunk, thanks to Li Qingniu's pills, he retained some sobriety. He thought that his identity should not be exposed when he came to Pinyu Pavilion, so when he wrote the poem, he signed it as "Su Long".

"Su Jiu is born later, you girls should be polite."

Su Xian faced the twenty oirans and bowed to them.

"Is he Su Jiu?"

"So handsome..."

"Did he write the song "Revelation of Love"?"

Inside the tent with five-color bead curtains, the oiran ladies had a heated discussion in a soft voice, with laughter and curses, which made the wolf eyes and ears warm outside. Three souls lost two souls, and seven souls lost six souls.

Finally, the twenty oirans stood up together and returned the courtesy: "Master Su, you are polite!"

"Brother Su?!"

Lin Chuan was shocked, his expression changed several times, and finally settled on the "ecstasy" level. Su Jiu was Brother Su, and Brother Su got the first spot, which meant that they did not miss!
"It's actually him!?"

Mr. Han also had a look of shock on his face. He stood up and his eyes were about to burst. This person was a good friend of Lin Chuan. If this person won the championship, it meant that the first spot... was taken away by Lin Chuan!
"This is impossible!"

Mr. Han almost suffered internal injuries from anger and his voice changed.

The Madam of Pinyu Pavilion noticed his situation, her smile dropped, her face tightened, and she warned in a cold voice: "This is Pinyu Pavilion, this distinguished guest, please respect yourself."

Mr. Han calmed down instantly, feeling a wave of fear in his heart, and slowly sat back down. The Han family could not afford to offend the forces behind Pinyu Pavilion...

(End of this chapter)