Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 109 Just One More Song
Poetry about love.

Qin Guan stood there with his back to the crowd. No one dared to disturb him. He kept thinking about which poems to use. Recently, Qin Guan read and practiced swords, and also recited a lot of poems. Naturally, there are many poems about love.

After a while, Qin Guan decided on a song.

The brush and ink are ready, Ling Yiren grinds it, Qin Guan picks up the brush and writes down a poem, Ling Yiren knows how to grind it once or twice at first, but in the end he forgot to move.

After Qin Guan finished writing, he put down his pen and looked at it very satisfied.Looking at Ling Yiren again, his eyes were full of obsession looking at the poems.

The performance of the Oiran Contest began, and a gorgeous beauty came on stage to perform, either singing and dancing or singing and singing, and then sang the number of votes, which felt very similar to modern competitions.Ling Yiren took the poems to teach Ling Xiang'er in the back, Qin Guan and Zheng Da watched the performance, and the two guys commented on those beauties while eating and drinking.

"Brother Shaoyou, I actually like the ones that are more mature and charming. These are too small and have no meat."

"Don't you think it's pretty?"

"Beauty is like food, you can't help but look good, and it must be delicious."

Qin Guan felt that what Zheng Da said made sense.

Wave after wave of performances passed, and the entire West Lake was filled with this intoxicating atmosphere, and everyone enjoyed it. Maybe this is the so-called peaceful and prosperous age.

The finale is naturally placed in the back.

And everyone else knows that Lin Yuan, the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River, gave a new poem to Mengluoyu girl of Mengchunzhai, and then Qin Guan, the "little poet fairy" in Hangzhou, also gave it to Lingxianger in Caiyiguan a new word.

This is the rhythm of the two great talents going to fight in the ring. People like to hear about this kind of thing the most, so they are looking forward to it.

Chu Pianpian from Xinyue Tower took the stage, a tall, beautiful and beautiful girl, she danced passionately in a dance, many people applauded, and finally won more than 1000 votes.

The next one to take the stage is Ayaka, and this order is closely related to the ranking of the previous Oiran Contest.

After prostrating Yingying, Ayaka sat down beside the Yaoqin, flicked the music with her fingers like flowing water, and sang the song 'Butterfly Love Flower' with her red lips.

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the sorrow of spring, and the sky is full of gloom. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, who would lean on the railing without words. I plan to get drunk and sing to wine. Strong music is tasteless. Clothes gradually Kuan will not regret it at the end, and he will be haggard because of Yixiao."

The singing voice is clear and melodious, coupled with Qin Guan's lyrics, it really touches people's hearts, and many people can't help but be intoxicated.

The sound of the piano stopped for a long time before people woke up from that feeling, but there was still a trace of lovesickness in their hearts.

"Good! Miss Xiang'er sang this song very well."

"It's Mr. Qin Guan who wrote this poem wonderfully. His clothes gradually became wider and he didn't regret it. He was haggard because of Yixiao. He really wrote the word infatuation into his heart."

"You must vote for Miss Xiang'er."

On the painting boat of Linglan Poetry Club, when the group of women heard this poem, many of them became drunk. If someone is willing to make her clothes wider and never regret it, he will go with him regardless of whether he is rich or poor.

"Sister Shishuang, why do I feel so uncomfortable after listening to this poem, don't be Mr. Qin Guan who is also tortured by love words, so skinny and haggard, let's get old."

"Perhaps Mr. Qin also has his own lover." Lin Shishuang said leisurely, the last sentence gradually widened, and finally entered her heart without regret, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

Women really have no resistance to such poems.

On the Mengchunzhai painting boat, Lin Yuan stood there for a long time after hearing this poem, and then said a word.

"This round, I lost."

It was Mengluoyu's turn to appear on the stage, and countless people applauded. A song of Yaoqin and a new song were also graceful and beautiful, but many audience members below could hear it. Although this song was also excellent, it was different from Qin Guan just now. Compared with the first word, it is still a bit worse.

All the votes were over, and this round of competition, Ayaka unexpectedly won the No.1. The new Hangzhou Sanyan came into being. It did not exceed people's expectations. It was still Mengchunzhai, Xinyuelou, and Caiyiguan.

Ayaka is first, Mengluoyu is second, and Chu Pianxuan is No.3.

Seeing this result, the flower lady of Mengchunzhai raised her hand and slapped the boy next to her on the face. The boy felt so sad that she really wanted to yell, doesn't the boy have human rights?

But he didn't dare, he could only accept this innocent disaster.

The hatred in Hua Niang's heart, she hated herself for being shrewd on weekdays, but why she lost her sight today, if Qin Guan was allowed to board the boat, wouldn't this poem be from Mengluoyu, who else could beat it.

Ling Yiren came over with Ling Xiang'er, and Xiang'er had a happy expression on her face. After seeing Qin Guan, she saluted and thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your help. If it weren't for your good poem, how could Xiang'er win the prize?" No. 1."

Qin Guan smiled and said: "You are also good at singing, I like the feeling of you singing this song very much."

Just as Ling Yiren brought up the jug to pour wine for Qin Guan, the flower girl from the Caiyi Pavilion hurried in. When she saw Qin Guan, she first gave a flattering smile, then turned to look at Ling Yiren and immediately became nervous. Said anxiously: "Yiren, something is wrong."

"What's the matter, Mom." Ling Yiren put down the jug.

"A message came from Mengchunzhai on the opposite side, and Mr. Lin Yuan wrote another poem for Mengluoyu, so that he can participate in the three-beauty championship competition." Huaniang said exaggeratedly, and glanced at Qin Guan.

Her meaning couldn't be more obvious, she just hoped that Ling Yiren could ask Qin Guan again to write another poem for Ling Xiang'er.

Ling Xiang'er also looked at Qin Guan, her eyes full of expectation.

Originally, there was only a [-]% chance that she would win the oiran. Who told those scholars to prefer a talented woman like Mengluoyu?This time, with the help of Qin Guan's poems, she won the first place. Seeing the hope, she was even more unwilling to lose. She naturally wanted to get the first place in the oiran competition.

Ling Yiren asked her mother to go out first, and Hua Niang knew that the effect had been achieved, so she left naturally.

Ling Yiren picked up the jug again, filled it up for Qin Guan, and said, "Young Master Qin must understand why mother came here, but Yiren knows that good poetry is not so easy to come by, and some people may not be able to do it in a lifetime Write a good poem that will be handed down for generations."

Ling Yiren looked at Xiang'er next to him again, and said, "Sister, my sister once told you that people should know how to cherish, and Mr. Qin gave you a poem. This poem is enough to make you famous in the south of the Yangtze River. So what, you say yes."

Ayaka nodded, "What my sister said is that my sister is content."

It was very interesting for Qin to watch the seriousness of the two of them. He felt content and cherished blessings. How many people in modern times still understand this truth, and they have already become a temperament that will not give up until they exhaust their interests.

In fact, speaking of it, Mr. Lin on the opposite side came for him.

Qin Guan drank the wine in his glass and said, "So what if you write another poem, Yiren, you come to polish the ink, and I will give Miss Xiang'er another poem."

(End of this chapter)