I turned into a beautiful girl from the bloodshed

But Hui didn't think much, just thought that the other party twisted his foot accidentally.

When the beauty came to the stage, there were people below who couldn't wait and shouted directly: "Master Yu, you finally came out, we've drank three jars of wine while we waited."

After hearing this, Yuyouwei stood upright, folded her narrow and slender but plump and white hands in front of her slender waist, with her right hand on top, palms facing inwards, then leaned slightly about twenty degrees, facing the audience present. Everyone performed a textbook-style female salute.

After the ceremony, Yu Youwei smiled, and a beautiful voice sounded like a trickling spring: "My concubine Yu Youwei kept everyone waiting for a long time!"

Chapter 190

The crowd below suddenly burst into cheers: "Wait soon, as long as you can see Master Yu, it will be worth waiting for as long as you want!"

Yu Youwei smiled slightly and said, "I see that the time is almost up, so the poetry meeting will begin!"

After hearing this, all the men below got excited and geared up, ready to use their talents to conquer Yuyouwei, a stunning beauty, and embrace her as her home.

Hui Hui looked at the men around her looking at Yu Youwei with the look of wanting to eat each other, and immediately showed disgust, and hummed coldly in a low voice: "Hmph! Men."

"Everyone, come up with a question!"

"Yes! Come up with the question!"

···

"Then, it's better to be respectful than obedient as a concubine."

Yu Youwei thought for a moment, and then whispered: "Jianjia is gray, and white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. Since ancient times, beauties are so delicate. A poem "Jiajia" in the Book of Songs has aroused the infinite reverie of countless talents in later generations. .There are so many talented people today, so please write down the peerless beauties in your hearts! You can write poems, songs and prose."

"what?"

"beauty!"

"Brother Zhao, do you have a clue?"

After listening to Yu Youwei's question, everyone began to discuss, and some people were already sitting in their seats, grinding ink and looking for inspiration.

Yu Youwei was not in a hurry either.

Because, if you really want to create a good poem, it is unrealistic to blurt it out.Even great talents need to sit at the desk and think carefully. During this period, there are countless additions, deletions, deletions, and revisions, so she doesn't even set a time limit, just to let these scholars think slowly and make good works.

Then why is Yuyouwei so keen on such a laborious thing as holding a poetry meeting?

Because she wants fame, world famous fame!

For a popular oiran like her, she is not short of money, nor is she short of people who want to redeem her.

But she lacks fame!

Although she, as the oiran of the Drunken Red Mansion in Yangzhou City in the south of the Yangtze River, can be said to be known to everyone in Yangzhou, but how many people know her when they leave Yangzhou and Jiangnan?

Moreover, her fish young wei is the oiran, but the oiran is not necessarily her fish young wei.

Because the reputation of Oiran is too easy to be forgotten.

"A new generation replaces the old" is the truest portrayal of the position of oiran.

It sounds like the culmination of the oiran as a prostitute seems to be the wind, the rain.

However, behind this hypocritical luxury is a huge crisis.

Because, Oiran!The most indispensable thing in this world is the oiran, every brothel has its own oiran, and... countless beauties and prostitutes who can replace the existing oiran.

An oiran, after the most golden and short period of youth in her life, she will be ruthlessly replaced when she gets old and frail.

Therefore, if you are only satisfied with the reputation of the existing Drunken Red Lou Huakui, then this is boiled frogs in warm water, and once you are cooked and replaced.

Everyone will pay attention to the current oiran, and no one will care about the cooked frog before.

Just like after she replaced Su Yingying, the oiran before Zuihonglou, no one paid attention to Su Yingying anymore.

Even if Su Yingying was abandoned because she believed in the wrong person and was cheated of money, she could only return to the brothel in the end, from a high-ranking oiran to an ordinary prostitute who could sleep for one night for one or two silver a day.After her 'former oiran' name exudes the last lingering warmth, the only thing waiting for her is the lowest kiln sold by the drunken red building, receiving dozens of customers every day, and finally completely breaking down the mass grave.

Whenever Yu Youwei thinks of Su Yingying, she feels a sense of crisis and fear. She is afraid, and what she fears about Su Yingying is her future.

So Yuyouwei wants to go one step further, become famous all over the world, and become a famous prostitute all over the world.

Because only in this way, even if she gets old and faded in the future, she will not be remembered by no one like countless oirans in the past.

If she can be famous all over the world, even if she is cheated in the future, she will have another chance to choose. She won't be like Su Yingying who made a wrong choice once, and she will never recover.

However, if you want to be famous in the world, you can't do without beauty, but beauty alone is not enough.

The most beautiful woman in the world, Nangong Bingqing, is famous for her icy purity and cleanliness.

Concubine Hui, the evil concubine who harmed the country, is famous for her seductive and seductive concubine, and her heart of snakes and scorpions.

However, in Yu Youwei's eyes, she didn't have the slightest loathing or dislike of Concubine Hui's notorious reputation, but envied her.

Because she understands men so well, the man said that Concubine Hui is seductive and obscene, just because they can't get jealous, and the man really wants Concubine Hui to harm him!The more destructive the scourge, the more men like it, the more they can't put it down!

snort!This is the man!

At the same time, Yu Youwei knew that whether it was Nangong Bingqing or Concubine Hui, their success could not be replicated, because she was just a prostitute and could not reach the high level of the top of the world.

But even if it's not easy, she, Young Wei, will work hard towards this goal!

And what is the quickest and relatively easiest way to become world famous?

Of course it is - Wen.

The title "Beauty" she proposed also has her own thoughts, because as the initiator and the most beautiful beauty of this poetry meeting, she is destined to be connected with the poems that will be handed down from this poetry meeting.

And if a masterpiece is born tonight, how widely this masterpiece will spread, and how deeply her Yuyouwei's name will spread!

If there is a poem that can be passed down through the ages in today's poem, then she, Yu Youwei, will wake up laughing even in her dreams today, but she also knows that the probability is too low, too low, and the eternal song is not so easy to come out. That really needs the right time, location, and harmony.

on site,

The chatter of many talented scholars gradually became quieter, and some talented scholars who had high requirements for the creative environment even asked the maid to take them to a single room composed of painting boats outside the hall to think quietly.

Of course, there are many people paddling among them. Although they seem to be writing something with their pens, their eyes have been aiming at the young fish Wei on the stage, including the son of Li Shangshu's family that Hui saw before. ······

in the back corner of the hall,

When Hui heard "beauty" as the theme, an eternal swan song immediately appeared in his head, the real eternal swan song!

You know, Hui's major is not ancient poetry.

Therefore, the poems that can be memorized by passers-by like Hui can only be very very very very... awesome!

"Stable!" Hui cried out excitedly.

"Brother, what does 'stable' mean!" Seeing a fat man next to Hui, he asked after hearing Hui's words.

Hui turned her head to look at this fat man. This fat man is not the kind of fat man with a sloppy face, but a fat man with a round belly and a little naive. Extremely rich.

In fact, Hui has long noticed the fat man next to her.

Unlike him who doesn't want to have contact with the people around him, this fat man seems to be the one who is rejected and rejected by the people around him.

Hui was in a good mood, so he explained: "This is stable, it means 'I'm sure to win!'"

"Oh, so that's the case. In Xiasun Fang, I don't know the name of this brother." The fat man clasped his fists and asked.

Reflexively, Hui folded her hands in front of her waist, bowed slightly, and saluted as a woman, but immediately realized that she was a woman disguised as a man, so she hurriedly changed her words: "I am a concubine... I am Xia Linhui."

The name "Lin Hui" is inherently unisex, so Sun Fang didn't find it strange.

After hearing this, Sun Fang was in awe, clasped his fists again and said, "So it's Mr. Lin, I've admired him for a long time!"

"Long admiration, long admiration!" Hui imitated the other party's movements and returned the salute.

I saw that the fat man seemed to be very pleased with these words, waving his fan, enjoying himself: "Hey! You're welcome! You're welcome! Brother Lin, it's good that you know, why bother to say it."

"..."

"Isn't Jiu Yang a polite word!Does this person have a brain problem? '

Hui ignored this person, turned around and prepared to write this eternal swan song!

Chapter 191

I saw Hui Ti wrote: 丬·····

However, after writing less than two words, Hui directly crossed it out.

After starting to write, Hui realized that she was too excited and wrote in Dong'er's handwriting, and Dong'er's handwriting was too feminine.

After adjusting the posture of holding the pen and changing the handwriting, Huizheng was about to write again.

There were bustling voices ahead.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"He Wenyuan, who is worthy of the name of the little poet saint, is a great talent, and his reputation is well-deserved!"

"He is a talented man who is really talented, and his writing and thinking are like springs!"

He Wenyuan, who is called a great talent, has delicate features and pale complexion. He is wearing a cyan silk shirt with soft smoke and a cyan swirl rhinoceros belt tied around his waist. At first glance, he is brilliant and outstanding.

He Wenyuan is a native of the capital. His father was a servant of Zhongshumen. He was also a student of Taixue, which is equivalent to a student in the northern Qing Dynasty.

This time I came to Yuyouwei's poetry meeting, just wanting to marry Yuyouwei as my concubine, so that she could return home with beauty.

Facing the compliments from the people around him, He Wenyuan said indifferently: "Everyone is overwhelmed, and I just feel it in my heart after seeing Master Yu's outstanding demeanor, so I got it by chance."

When Yu Youwei saw that He Wenyuan had finished his work, a clear smile flashed across his face, and he came forward and said, "The capital is really a big place with rich resources and outstanding people. Since He Wenyuan has already made a masterpiece, can you let everyone appreciate it?"

"no problem."

He Wenyuan looked at Yu Youwei with piercing eyes, and said with a smile.

in fact,

What everyone didn't know was that He Wenyuan's poem had been conceived ten days ago.

Because ten days ago, Yu Youwei secretly revealed the theme of tonight's poetry meeting through the invitation card she gave him.

It's not that Yuyouwei fell in love with him.

In fact, Yu Youwei secretly revealed the theme in advance to all the talented scholars who came to participate in the poetry meeting.

The reason for this is also very simple, because: the activity of "Poetry Fair" itself has unspoken rules that are not known to outsiders.

Poetry clubs, poetry clubs, and poetry clubs are not places where poetry is written, but places where "poems" are published.

Just like the nature of modern press conferences, it is necessary to make something known to the world.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. For a poem to be famous in the world, its own quality must be excellent, and in addition, it needs to be publicized, or it needs to be noticed.

Therefore, activities such as "Poetry Fair" were born!

Of course, poetry does not intend to deceive the world by doing this, it just packs and beautifies the process of an excellent poem.

For example, He Wenyuan's poem was originally the result of ten days and nights of hard work, additions, deletions, deletions, and revisions.

But after going through the poetry meeting like this, it became: He Wenyuan met Yu Youwei for the first time at the poetry meeting, and he was shocked to be a heavenly man, so his writing and thinking springed up, and he wrote this masterpiece with flowers in his pen.

Full of legendary colors!

And most of the other people who attended the poetry meeting didn't know it at all.

They are just the speakers of this poetry meeting, a speaker responsible for publicizing the excellent works produced by this poetry meeting.

Soon, a maid handed He Wenyuan's masterpiece to Yu Youwei.

Yu Youwei took the paper and began to read: ""Title Beauty" Qin Nv was ashamed to peek at others, Panhua took advantage of the butterfly to come out of the wall. There is a manly grass on her chest, and Xiao Lang loves to travel far when married."

The "Nv of Qin" in this poem refers specifically to Nongyu, the daughter of Duke Mu of Qin in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the whole poem describes the story of Nongyu blowing the flute to attract the phoenix.

According to legend, Qin Mugong's daughter, nicknamed Nongyu, is not only peerless in appearance and unparalleled in intelligence, but also proficient in rhythm, good at playing the sheng, and has her own tone, her voice is like a phoenix.

One night, Nongyu was playing the sheng on the "Phoenix Tower". It seemed that there was a harmonious sound coming from a distance, and the lingering sound was beautiful, like a gossamer.After that, Nongyu didn't think about tea and rice.After Qin Mugong found out, he sent someone to find the young man—Xiao Shi, and Nongyu recovered from his illness.

From then on, Nongyu Xiaoshi played the shengxiao with the youth in Fenglou every day, and the husband and wife agreed.

The young fish wei finished reading.

"Nice poem!"

"Good mood!"

"This allusion is perfect!"

Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.