Happy Little Scholar

"is her?"

Lu Qiaoqiao was startled. Because of the oiran dispute, she naturally knew the famous colleagues in Qing'an Mansion, and even had a general understanding of their strengths and weaknesses. In fact, everyone had such information. I have a copy in my hand. 』

Therefore, she has always been concerned about Zeng Zuimo, a very threatening opponent.

This kind of attention gradually diminished when he learned that she did not attend any invitation banquets and did not seem to be competing for the title of oiran, and all her energy was focused on Liu Yiyi.

However, they still dare not underestimate her in their hearts, because they all know very well that the other party is the most unstable factor in this Oiran Competition.

Therefore, seeing Zeng Zuimo on an occasion like tonight, Lu Qiaoqiao would naturally think more.

Could it be that she changed her mind and decided to fight again in these last days?

Missing the best time, this hope is already very slim, unless...

Lu Qiaoqiao was not the only one who had this idea. Liu Yiyi also did not expect that Zeng Zuimo, who had never attended such a banquet, would actually come over tonight. After greeting him and saying a few words, he felt uneasy for no reason.

After Liu Yiyi left, Zeng Zuimo looked around and found that all the quiet places in the garden were occupied by people, so he had to drag Xiao Cui to a relatively secluded table, planning to sit down for a while and then leave directly, which was considered a good idea. Completed the task assigned to him by the madam.

"Over there...it seems to be the drunk girl?"

"Hasn't she never participated in such occasions? How could it--it turned out to be her!"

"I haven't seen Miss Zui Mo for a few days. They say she has no intention of fighting with the courtesans. Could it be that the rumors are wrong? But even if she wants to fight, it's too late, right?"

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Although Zeng Zuimo rarely appears in front of people these days, the popularity she has accumulated is not easy to fade away. On the contrary, because of the silence in recent days, more people are paying attention to her tonight.

"I didn't expect Miss Zui Mo to be here too." Looking at her from a distance, a trace of surprise appeared on Yang Yanzhou's face.

Wan Qiliang cared about other things and said: "That's right. After listening to what Yanzhou just said, I also want to buy a painting from Miss Zuimo. I wonder if she will do it for Yanzhou's sake. I’ll give you a few dozen taels of silver, after all, I’m not as rich as Brother Yanzhou.”

A few people walked over there while laughing and chatting.

Zeng Zuimo naturally didn't know what those people in the distance were thinking. Looking at Xiao Cui who was still frowning next to him, he finally couldn't bear to let her worry anymore, so he leaned over and whispered a few words.

"Ah?" Xiao Cui was startled, and then a hint of joy immediately appeared on her face, "Miss, are you telling the truth? From now on we..."

"Shh, keep your voice down." Zeng Zuimo made a silent gesture to her. This news cannot be announced yet.

"Hehe, I know." The worry on Xiao Cui's face disappeared. Now that the young lady has redeemed herself, what's the point of being an oiran? She will go wherever the young lady goes, and she won't have to worry about it anymore. .

Suddenly he thought of something else and said, "By the way, Miss, Xiaocui has something for you."

Although the lady no longer needs that thing, Xiaocui still plans to give it to her. As for whether she wants to keep it or let herself return it, that is the lady's own business.

"What is it?" Zeng Zuimo was confused, but he saw Xiaocui's face changed and he immediately became panicked after touching it in his arms.

"Oh no, no, miss, I lost that thing!"

Xiaocui stood up in a panic, and when she was about to search along the way she came, she suddenly saw a thin booklet lying there a few steps ahead, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as she was about to run over and pick it up, a pair of slender hands appeared in her sight.

"I dropped this just now." Xiaocui hurriedly ran over and said as she watched a woman pick up the pamphlet.

"Oh, if you say it's yours, it's yours. Do you have any evidence?" The woman glanced at Xiaocui lightly and opened it casually.

"give me back!"

When Xiaocui was about to reach out to grab it, she was pushed by the maid next to the woman and took a few steps back, almost falling down.

"Whose maid is this? She's so unruly!" The maid glared at Xiao Cui and stood in front of the woman.

The woman naturally recognized that the girl in front of her was the maid of Zeng Zuimo, the top steward of Qunyu Courtyard. If not, she would not argue with a little maid given her status.

But who told her to be Zeng Zuimo's maid?

In last year's oiran selection, a certain young man who had always favored her turned to support Zeng Zuimo at the last moment, causing her to lose the oiran selection. In this profession, robbing people of their jobs is like killing their parents. She still remembers this grudge to this day. .

Things are changing, and this year she has already secured the position of courtesan, but the other party ------ the woman sneered in her heart, does she still have a chance to make a comeback?

Opening the book in her hand, the sarcasm on her face became even more intense. Did she think she could save the defeat with a few poems?

He read out the poem on the first page casually, "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the Qingren City, then look at the Qingren Country. I would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo, it is hard to find a beautiful woman again..."

After reading it out, the sarcasm on his face disappeared, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Even if a famous courtesan has no poetry, how can she not have the ability to appreciate it? This little poem describing a beauty, although the style is irregular, has neither gorgeous rhetoric nor detailed description, and the language is simple and monotonous, but—— --But why did the image of a stunning beauty appear in her mind?

"May I ask Miss Hu, can I let Yang read this poem?" A voice came from behind. Yang Yanzhou strode over and looked at her and asked.

"Yang, Mr. Yang." Hu Ning'er looked at Yang Yanzhou and didn't know how to speak.

This booklet was just something she picked up on the ground. How could she know who wrote this poem?

"Miss Hu, can Yang be allowed to take a look at this thing?" Yang Yanzhou pointed at the book in her hand again and said.

Hu Ning'er nodded blankly and handed over the book in her hand. Yang Yanzhou was one of the most talented people in Qing'an Prefecture, and she was not someone she could offend.

""Beauty Song"... I never thought that someone could write such a Yuefu poem today. I wonder who the talented person is who wrote this poem. Can you introduce me to Yang?" Yang Yanzhou looked at Hu Ning'er with a look of admiration on his face. asked.

"This poem is written for our young lady." With the arrival of Yang Yanzhou and Lu Qiaoqiao, the crowd gradually gathered here, and Xiao Cui's voice was blocked from the crowd.

Hu Ning'er's expression changed several times, and she suddenly smiled and said: "To be honest, this poem was given to Ning'er by a young master. The young master specifically told him not to reveal his identity, and also asked Mr. Yang not to take offense. ”

There was just the right amount of apology on her face, as if she really had something to hide, and no one would think of blaming her.

This "Beauty Poetry" is completely different from those obscene lyrics and songs. There is no description in the whole poem, giving people unlimited room for imagination. Even as a woman, after listening to it, she urgently wanted to see the poem. The thoughts of Chinese and American people, if this poem can be spread from Yang Yanzhou's mouth, her reputation will definitely be greatly improved.

"Zeng Zuimo, I reluctantly accepted this gift." Hu Ning'er murmured in her heart, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

"A charming city? How beautiful this woman must be!"

"The legendary beauty Bao Si is nothing more than that!"

"I just listened to a few lines of poetry, but my desire to see the beauty in the poem is so urgent. In the next few days, the threshold of Jinfeng Tower will be broken by someone!"

"I'm afraid Miss Ning'er's oiran position is stable. If Jinfeng Tower throws in some more resources, I think I can even compete for the oiran position!"

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Hearing everyone's remarks, Hu Ning'er already burst into laughter. Tonight's surprise was too great for her.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhou turned a page, and the next moment, a doubtful voice came over: "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is rich. If I hadn't met in the jade courtyard, I would have looked at Yaotai under the moon But I don’t know when Miss Ning’er moved from Jinfeng Tower to Qunyu Courtyard?”

"Qunyuyuan?"

The expression on Hu Ning'er's face froze.

[ps: This poem is from Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao". In order to fit the plot, the third line of the original poem, "If we hadn't seen it at the top of Qunyu Mountain", was changed to "If we hadn't seen it at the top of Qunyu Mountain", please don't take it seriously. 】