Doulu Oiran silently remembered the song "Die Lian Hua" in her heart.
She was a little curious, who was the beauty the other party mentioned?
Why can he make people haggard because of Yixiao?
Of course, as an oiran with ideals and aspirations, Doulu will not let this small episode affect the overall situation.
She soon put aside her curiosity and began to read the rest of the poems.
Unfortunately, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After reading Yang Dong's poem "Die Lian Hua", Doulu Huaqi felt that the remaining poems were so meaningless.
Even Mr. Xu's masterpieces, which were praised by everyone, looked like ordinary works to Doulu Oiran.
At least compared to the song "Die Lian Hua", the gap is not a tiny bit different.
After reading it for a long time, Doulu Oiran really lost interest in the rest of the poems.
So she sighed softly and threw the rice paper in her hand in front of the girl.
"Except for the song Die Lian Hua, you can choose a few of the remaining works at will."
"By the way, be sure to keep the masterpieces from our sponsors. Otherwise, we won't be able to earn so much money in next year's Oiran Competition!"
Hearing this, the girl couldn't help but make a grimace towards Doulu Oiran.
"I said, miss, I'm an adult now, can't you just stop treating me like a child? I just want to select a few shortlisted songs. I have already taken out our sponsors separately and played them. Together. But..."
"I heard that Mr. Xu is one of the best sons of aristocratic families in the entire Youzhou City. Should we rank his works first?"
When Doulu Huakui heard this, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
If the initial plan was followed, Mr. Xu would be the unofficial leader.
Even the main goal of Doulu Oiran's Oiran competition is to attract Mr. Xu.
But no matter how smart she was, she never expected that a distinguished guest she had never heard of would appear in the middle of the journey.
It goes without saying that a distinguished guest who can directly buy the third-tier tickets and sit in the private room at Tianzi No. 1 has financial resources.
The key point is that his poetry is still so exquisite.
Compared with other poems, it is no exaggeration to say that they are as different as clouds and mud.
Thinking of this, Douluo Oiran couldn't help but feel hesitation in his eyes.
When the girl on the side saw this, she couldn't help but start to persuade.
"Miss, there is nothing to hesitate about. You must have forgotten the main goal of our Oiran Competition."
"If we anger Mr. Xu, our next plan will be completely ruined. So..."
"Okay, you don't need to remind me of these things, I have my own plans in mind."
Douluo Oi Liu frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he softly said:
"Go tell the host that the first song in the first level of this year's Oiran Competition is this song "Butterfly Loves Flowers"."
"I think after reading this poem, no one will stand up against their will and say that Mr. Xu's masterpiece is a secret."
When the girl heard this, her expression suddenly froze.
Wait, this seems to be completely different from what the lady planned before.
She gritted her silver teeth and persuaded with some persistence:
"But Miss, didn't we have a plan to let Mr. Xu..."
"That's enough. Do you have the final say, or do I?"
Douluo Oi Liu frowned slightly, and a cold aura suddenly burst out from his whole body.
Feeling this cold aura, the girl couldn't help but shiver.
She immediately lowered her head obediently and said seriously:
"Miss, I understand, I will make arrangements immediately!"
…
Yanfang Building, on the stage in the lobby on the first floor.
After a song and dance performance, the host returned to the stage.
The only difference from before was that at this moment, he took out three poems in his hands.
"Dear guests, our first level of competition is now over. But to those who pass the oiran selection, a maid will issue you a wooden pass to pass the level."
"If you want to participate in the second level of the competition, you need to show the wooden card before entering. In addition, the distinguished guests who get the top spot in the first level, regardless of whether they are eliminated in the subsequent levels, can have the same prize as Doulu Oiran. Qualifications to meet him."
Hearing this, the whole place instantly fell into a state of excitement.
As long as you can get the leader of the first level, you can be personally interviewed by Douluo Oiran.
For most people, this is simply a great honor.
It can be said that for ordinary people, being able to meet Doulu Oiran alone can last for at least several years.
Even among the wealthy businessmen present, few had seen the true face of Doulu Oiran.
As a result, many people's eyes showed a look of anticipation.
At this moment, a richly dressed young man was sitting in the front row. He drank tea calmly, with a pair of triangular eyes, looking at the reactions around him with disdain.
Humph, they are just a group of vulgar people, just meeting an oiran, why is this?
What would you think if you knew that Doulu Oiran, whom you miss so much, would become my young master's crotch toy tonight?
He picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and immediately turned his attention to the host on the stage.
The host seemed to feel Mr. Xu's gaze. He immediately looked towards Mr. Xu, bowed slightly, and showed a flattering smile on his cheek.
After a moment, he picked up the gavel and struck the gong lightly.
The next moment, silence returned to the entire Yanfang Building.
"Okay, what will be revealed next is the leader of the first level."
"Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly. Looking at the spring sadness, the sky is gloomy. The grass color and smoke are lingering in the sky. I am speechless, who can rely on my thoughts."
It was only five short sentences, but as soon as they were spoken, the entire Yanfang Building fell into silence.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.
Even those present who have not read the book are impressed by the artistic conception of this poem at this moment.
That faint spring sadness, followed by a sense of desolation, instantly resonated with countless people.
Many people couldn't help but lower their heads, with a touch of sadness on their cheeks.
But the host's voice also became much deeper. He continued to recite:
"I want to make the madness drunk. I sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi."
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole hall was filled with silence.
The numbness and fiery emotion in the lower half instantly caused countless men to turn their eyes red.
As the saying goes, in every man's heart, there is a dream woman.
Isn't that kind of love like "a strong pleasure is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and you will never regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi"?
Some people died, but not completely...
