Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 324 We are not convinced
"Is Miss Zisu famous?" Qin Guan asked.

Luo Junyang said: "The most famous brothel in Ji'an City is Huayue Tower, and the top oiran of Huayue Tower is Miss Zisu. Do you think Miss Zisu is famous?"

At this time, the nurse on the stage said again: "Next, Miss Zisu will sing a song."

"Okay~~"

Everyone in the audience suddenly applauded.

The windows of the private rooms upstairs were all open.

The dance music is playing, wearing a purple shirt, the shoulders are shaved into the waist, the skin is like jade, the eyes are lavender, the eyes are full of spring water, and the hair is in a mess. Draped on the shoulders, the red lips parted and sang a song "Willow Branches".

"Yiyi curls back to be green, seducing the spring breeze with infinite love. The white snowflakes flutter to the ground, and the green silk is too weak for a warbler."

"When the spring returned to the country of water, willows hung in the palace of the king of Wu. The yellow warbler called the empty boudoir, and Xizi knew it for no reason."

A frown and a smile touch the heart and soul, charming and charming, showing infinite enchantment.

Many people are crazy to watch.

After singing a song, before everyone woke up, that beautiful and enchanting figure disappeared behind the curtain again.

"Miss Zisu is so beautiful."

"Oh, why are you leaving?"

"I felt lost, and Miss Zisu finished singing."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and some people shouted and asked the mother to let Miss Zisu come out to sing another song. At this time, the mother came out and said: "Don't worry, everyone. If you write good poems, you can naturally enter the girl's room. Wouldn't it be nice for two to have a drink?" Faster."

"Yes, why did you forget?"

"Write poetry, write poetry, hurry up."

"Little servant, pen and ink are waiting for you."

Someone yelled and asked, "What kind of poems are you writing? Do you have a title?"

Mammy smiled and replied, "The girl said, as long as the writing is good, the topic is not limited."

The people in the hall were constantly shouting and shouting, and it was very lively, gearing up to write good poems, hoping to have a chance to kiss Fangze tonight.

The Zisu girl went back to the room, sat down, thought for a while, smiled lightly, and murmured: "I think he is that handsome scholar. From a distance, you can feel that the yang energy on his body is stronger than that of other people in the hall." They are much stronger, if you absorb his yang energy, you can imagine that your skills will increase a lot."

"I just hope that I'm not too stupid. I don't even dare to submit a manuscript. I have to think of other ways." Thinking of this, I called my maid, Yan'er, and told her to go out and keep an eye on it.

Huo Yanchen, Luo Junyang, and Bian Xiangrui finished writing quickly, and wrote the poems they usually thought were the best. Huo Yanchen saw that Qin Guan hadn't started writing yet, and urged, "Why don't you write? Such an opportunity is rare."

That woman is beautiful, but she is too gorgeous. The main reason is that Qin Guan is not interested in the ones used by others, so he shook his head and said, "I'd better forget it, anyway, I can't choose it."

"It doesn't take much trouble, so what if I write another article." Huo Yanchen urged.

Qin Guan thought for a while, so he just wrote an article, finished it, and handed the manuscript to Huo Yanchen, but Huo Yanchen didn't read it, put the manuscript together and handed it in.

Luo Junyang said: "I wrote a farewell poem, I don't know if Miss Zisu would like such poems."

Bian Xiangrui said with a little satisfaction: "I took out one of my most proud poems, which is about scenery. It has been approved by the teacher. I think there should be some chances."

"I wrote a chrysanthemum poem." Huo Yanchen said, turned to Qin Guan and asked, "What subject matter did you write about?"

Qin Guandao: "Love."

Bian Xiangrui said: "Love has been badly written about by others. Miss Zisu has listened to it a lot, so she may not like it."

Qin Guan smiled, "It's just making up the numbers."

Everyone waited for the result, but the excitement just disappeared in the hall.

In the room, Zisu got the poems and looked at them one by one. After reading one, she threw it on the ground, curled her lips and said, "It doesn't make sense."

After reading another copy, I continued to throw it away, "pretentious, piling up rhetoric."

"No literary talent."

"The poetry is acceptable, but the handwriting is too bad."

"Plagiarism, shameless."

One poem after another was thrown on the ground, none of them were satisfactory. Suddenly, a piece of writing caught her attention. Although it was a little scribbled, it was messy and beautiful. While reading the poems, it immediately attracted her deeply.

Lips slightly parted and unconsciously read out: "If life is just like the first time I saw it, why is the autumn wind sadly painting a fan? Waiting for leisure to change the old heart, but the old heart is easy to change. Lishan language is late at midnight, night rain and Linling will never change Resentment. Why is it that you are so lucky and Jin Yi'er, wishing you that day."

After a long time, Zisu exhaled lightly, and said lightly: "That's great, that's great."

She looked at the name and was surprised that it was him.

I saw two words written on the back of the poem, "Qin Guan".

She didn't read the following poems either. She felt that even the number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty might not be able to write better poems than this "Life is just like the first time you see it".

"Yan'er, go and inform the subordinates that the poems have been selected, and Mr. Qin Guan has approved it." Zisu said.

Yan'er went out and stood on the stage, immediately attracting everyone's attention, each and everyone's eyes were full of hope, hoping that the name that was spoken was her.

"Miss Zisu has chosen the leader of this poem, Mr. Qin Guan." Yan'er announced in a clear voice.

Immediately, countless people shouted, "My poems are definitely the best, why didn't you choose me?"

"Mr. Zhou Yuren's poems and essays are famous all over Shandong, how could he not be selected."

"Who is Qin Guan? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Huo Yanchen, Luo Junyang, and Bian Xiangrui at Qin Guan's table were all stunned, Bian Xiangrui pointed at Qin Guan, widened his eyes and said, "It's you, how could it be possible."

Luo Junyang said: "I knew Brother Qin was hiding something, and that brother poem was very good a while ago."

When Huo Yanchen heard that it was Qin Guan, he stood up happily and said loudly: "I was selected, I was actually selected."

Everyone followed the sound and looked.

Yan'er also looked at Huo Yanchen and asked, "This is Mr. Qin Guan Qin."

Huo Yanchen was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I, no."

Yan'er pouted and said, "It's not why you stood up."

"Because Qin Guan is my friend, and the one next to him is, I'm happy for him." As he spoke, he pulled Qin Guan up.

When Yan'er saw Qin Guan, his eyes lit up, and he said, "You are Mr. Qin Guan."

"It's right here." Qin Guan replied neither happy nor sad.

"Then please come with me, Young Master, Miss Zisu has already prepared wine in the room, waiting for Young Master to go to the banquet." Yan'er said.

At this time, someone upstairs suddenly shouted: "Wait, we are not convinced, why was he selected, and why Mr. Zhou Yuren's poems were not selected, I hope Miss Zisu will come out and explain."

As soon as everyone in the hall heard it, someone shouted again: "That's right, I think my poems are pretty good. Why didn't I get selected? What are the criteria for being selected?"

　Thank you for your concern. We have returned from Beijing. My mother’s operation is going well and everything is going well. Now I am going home to recover.

　　I hope my parents, my family, all my loved ones and all those who love me will always be in good health.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)