The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 266 Oiran ([-])

With Lan Xin, Zhu Yu, in front, and Bing Qing, who came in second, her poem didn't stir up the slightest stir, and those picky scholars didn't even bother to comment.

The news on the stage was continuously spread to the two waterside pavilions.

In one place, there is laughter and laughter;
Elsewhere, there was silence.

"The last one, Miss Zhuxiang."

Zhuxiang, dressed in white, walked out. No one knew that her heart was beating so hard and her calves were twitching.

She walked to the desk, stood still, and subconsciously turned to look behind the scenes.

"It's been two rounds, why is this little lady still so reluctant to let go?"

"The little lady is afraid that her poems will not be done well and she will be criticized by us scholars!"

"So, you guys are all trying to be virtuous."

"Don't be afraid, little lady. None of us in front of you are slandering us. Scholars are all treated equally. There is no chance for you as an oiran. There will always be second place."

Zhuxiang turned around, took a deep breath, raised her slender hand, and started writing...

Pei Xiao poured himself a glass of wine: Brother, your skills are not as good as others, just drink, don't think about it.

Xie Zhifei drank it all in one gulp: I ​​still have to think about how to comfort Huairen and my eldest brother later.

Pei Xiao rolled his eyes: It's still comforting, but he can't even compare to a woman, it's a shame!
Xie Zhifei stretched out a fist as big as a sandbag: Believe it or not, I will beat you.

Pei Xiao rolled his eyes again: Do you have the nerve to beat me?Xiefu Shili, everyone, are you the only martial artist?Why can't you study poetry and poetry?
Xie Zhifei snorted: The Pei family, a well-established medical family, has a rebellious son like you!
The two looked at each other for a long time, sighed at the same time, and reached out to pat each other on the shoulder.

Brother, don’t talk about younger brother, make peace!
"Look, little lady Zhuxiang has finished writing."

"Where are the singers?"

The scholar who sang the poem slowly walked closer and cleared his throat, "Qinyuanchun. Snow."

Ok?
Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao suddenly raised their heads and looked towards the stage.

That’s not right, Huairen and Big Brother don’t seem to have written it that way.

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles."

The scholar's heart trembled, and a vast world seemed to appear in front of his eyes.The word "North Country" has a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes of life, and it has a very good start.

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; up and down the great river, it suddenly loses its turbulence.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God. "

The scholar was shocked.

The Great Wall faces the river, and the vastness faces the roaring river. How open and powerful it is?

What's wonderful is the last sentence, "Desire to compete with God." If this sentence was written by a man, it would be truly a stroke of genius.

A man is ambitious and ambitious. When he is young, who doesn’t want to compete with God?

At this time, the faces of the scholars below also changed.

Those who drink, put down their glasses; those who eat, put down their chopsticks, all saying one thing in their hearts: Does this little lady want to compete with God?It's so arrogant!
"If you have a sharp eye, you can see the red dress and plain clothes, which is particularly enchanting.

The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to bow down. "

When the scholar read this, his lips were trembling, his hands were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

The country is picturesque and the power is picturesque.

The soldiers fought bloody battles for this country; the civil servants fought for this court.

The scholar almost rolled onto the stage and rushed to the stage, standing in front of the long scroll, his eyes shooting out a dark light like a wolf.

"I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Emperor Tang and Song Zu were slightly less elegant;
A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot a giant eagle. "

These two sentences are more like hammers than words, shaking every nerve of the scholar.

Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Tang and Song Dynasties, Song Zu, Genghis Khan... these are all emperors, great emperors and wise kings. How dare this little lady dare to find fault with the emperor?
crazy!

crazy!

crazy!

"It's all in the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present."

After the last word fell, the scholar fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

It’s all gone, counting the famous people, but still looking at the present?

Counting famous people, but still looking at the present?

Still looking at today?

The great men who dominated the world have all returned to dust and vanished into thin air.Today's heroes who can make great achievements depend on today's China, today's us, today's you, and every descendant of Yan and Huang on this land.

What kind of mind is this?
What kind of pattern is this?

What kind of arrogance is this?
Deathly silence.

It was so quiet that I couldn't even hear my breathing.

Pei Xiao looked around at the stunned scholars and touched Xie Zhifei's with his arm, "I have goosebumps, how about you?"

Xie Zhifei: "I got up too."

Pei Xiao: "I seem a little excited, how about you?"

Xie Zhifei: "Me too."

Pei Xiao: "Not only am I a little excited, I also want to kneel down with the scholar."

Xie Zhifei: "I think so too."

With a bang——

The three words "I want it too" were drowned in the thunderous applause, and the scholars seemed to wake up suddenly.

"Good words!"

"The best song of the ages, the best song of the ages!"

"unprecedented."

At this time, I don’t know who suddenly took the lead and shouted: "She is the only one worthy of being an oiran!"

The sound stirred up a thousand waves, and all the scholars stood up one after another, threw their arms towards the bamboo incense on the stage and shouted:

"Oiran!"

"Oiran!"

"Oiran!"

Zhuxiang had never seen such a scene before. She was so frightened that she backed away and subconsciously looked behind the scenes.

Behind the curtain, Li Buyan crossed his chest with his hands and looked up at the boundless night sky, still looking like a second-rate person.

"Let me tell you, this is very simple for my mother!"

Amidst the cheers, there were two men sitting in the corner, drinking and talking in low voices.

"This scene reminds me of more than [-] years ago."

"I remember that the young lady also won the Oiran title with a poem."

"Do you still remember that poem?"

"Of course I remember it, and I often take it out to reflect on. She is also an amazing talented woman!"

"On the contrary, I was particularly impressed by the thin gold body, as if it was engraved in my mind."

"By the way, what's that little lady's name?"

"It seems to be called passing water."

"Yes, that's the name."

Beside them, Mr. Xie and Mr. Pei's hair stood on end.

Little Mr. Pei's eyes widened: Fifty, do you hear that? Thin gold body? "

Third Master Xie: Ancestor, did you hear that, more than twenty years ago? "

Wa hahaha!

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

"After so many years, I really want to take another look at the thin gold body of the passing girl."

"It's easy. Find the boss here. It is said that the Jiaofang Division has a collection of the calligraphy treasures from each Oiran's summit."

Little Mr. Pei rolled his eyes: "Thank you fifty, I have an idea to do something bad."

Xie Shishi looked at him: Ancestor, I have it too.

Little Master Pei gritted his teeth: Just tell me, do you want to do it?

Xie Fifty's peach blossom eyes raised: "Fuck you!"

(End of this chapter)