The wind and rain are blowing outside Zuijun Tower, but the inside of Zuijun Tower is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Pingan was dragged into Zuijun Tower by the villagers with a piece of broken black board under his arm and a cloth bag slung across his body. He was wet all over and looked like a drowned rat.
At first glance, I saw the talented and beauties chasing and laughing in the building. Looking up, I could also see some beautifully dressed women sitting alone on the stairs or leaning on the railings or in groups laughing and competing, accompanied by the laughter of my daughter’s family. The sound of silk and bamboo reached my ears.
Zhu Ping'an, who was like a drowned rat, seemed out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous.
"Hey, whose passionate young master is this? He came here in the wind and rain without holding an umbrella."
"Grrrr, that's a sentimental young master, he's obviously a poor and down-and-out scholar..."
“You’re here to play at such a young age, I don’t know if it’s useful or not…”
The daughter's family upstairs, who was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, was the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who was like a drowned rat. They couldn't help but wave their slender hands and point, and finally they covered their red lips and let out a series of laughter like silver bells.
The laughter of the daughter's family attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at the newly entered Zhu Ping'an and saw his drowned rat-like appearance, the black wooden board under his arm, and his simple clothes. He let out a laugh. He dared to come to Zuijun Tower like this. He probably didn’t even have enough money in his pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So, he stopped paying attention and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in his arms.
The place is full of feasting and feasting, exuding a rotten atmosphere.
Zhu Pingan shook his head gently, and followed the villagers' pull upstairs. The villagers seemed to be quite anxious. After entering the building, they did not allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath and squeeze the water on his clothes, and then directly pulled Zhu Pingan upstairs. Run up.
The upstairs is unique and the decoration is more sentimental. The women upstairs are much more beautiful than those downstairs, and the men upstairs are also more tasteful than those downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Pingan went upstairs, he heard a tearful call coming from a distance:
"Xie'er, my family has a great horse, and my uncle has been waiting for you to come."
Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of luxuriously dressed people. After seeing him, his uncle looked happy and opened his hands with unprecedented enthusiasm.
Well
The disaster is bound to be serious.
This was Zhu Pingan's first feeling. This was not groundless. Every time the uncle's enthusiasm was always accompanied by bad luck. My great horse? Are you speaking out of conscience? Have you forgotten the words of experience that you always talk about?
"Brother Wang, you've got a job." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Pingan and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.
Behind the uncle was a fellow countryman and the uncle's fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they were seeing a savior.
"Now that you're here, I'll compose this poem, but don't taint the eyes of our girls' school book with any more messy verses."
"That's right, not everyone can see our girls' school secretary..."
"The one who boasted about his ability to pass the government case attracted our girls' school secretary, but the verses he racked his brains about were slanderous..."
There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over and gathered Zhu Pingan, his uncle and others into the middle of the group of luxuriously dressed people. Most of this group of luxuriously dressed people are scholars, young masters from wealthy families or young masters from merchant families who are keen on this. There are also some familiar faces, and there are a few whom I have met at the Jingxian Poetry Meeting.
This group of people gathered around a high platform. Sitting on the high platform was an elegantly dressed girl, covered with a veil, but with a pair of eye-catching eyes exposed. The girl's temperament was as elegant as ink. She held a guqin in her slender hand, trying to hide it. It gives people a well-known sense of temptation.
Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Ping'an just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the table in front of everyone. There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it, and they were messy in the corner of the table. There are several pieces of incense rice paper with poems written on them, and it is vaguely visible that the words on the top are the words of the uncle: The school girl is so charming, the fairy from heaven comes down to earth.
Well
The uncle's poems are really good...it's okay.
Zhu Ping'an also understood the ins and outs of the matter from the rushing voices of the onlookers.
It turns out that after the government examination results were released yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they met here to have a drink and hold hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. I originally asked my sister, whom I had known a while ago, to stay with me, and it would be nice to laugh and have a glass of wine. Unexpectedly, this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the popular oiran of Zuijun Tower, opened the door once a month to welcome guests. .
Scholars, students, young masters from noble families all came forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her beauty and kiss her. Although the oiran Mo'er opened the door to greet the guests, she only played the piano and chatted, but even so, the crowd was excited and angry. The rich spend money like water, and the talented ones compose poems and lyrics on the spot just to get the chance to get along with the courtesan Mo'er.
The courtesan Mo'er has a reputation for talent, as can be seen from her stage name Mo'er. People admire and admire her and call her the "girls' school girl". She always wears a veil when welcoming guests, and there is no exception, but it is even more stimulating to Chongxiong. Sexual curiosity was a smash hit.
The uncle and others also gathered around. When they saw Mo'er wearing a veil, her hormones came up all of a sudden. She was so beautiful with the veil on. If she took off the veil, she would be as gorgeous as a fairy.
So after drinking a few glasses of wine, the uncle got excited. He had no money, but he was talented. He was much more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to outshine these students and scholars, the uncle Then he screamed and said that he and others were far more talented than Zhu Ping'an, who was ranked number one on the list today, and boasted that a poem written by him and others would surely make the girl's school secretary willingly take off her veil.
The oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception. Everyone has long wanted to see his true appearance, and after hearing the uncle's heroic words, they all agreed.
"OK."
Oiran Mo'er's sweet smile only added fuel to the fire.
The uncle wrote a poem, let alone Mo'er, the courtesan from the "girls' school". Even the onlookers didn't buy it. What kind of level is this? He dared to say that his talent was better than that of the head of today's government.
"I'm too drunk and my strength is weak, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the head of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while studying, and my nephew took the exam as the head of the case. If I hadn't been a child and didn't have to take the county and government examinations, I'm afraid my nephew wouldn't have been so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not afraid at all. He sat down from the table and talked, quite like a famous person. .
What the uncle was talking about just now was all of us, and he pulled several people from the same village on board the boat. Everyone wanted to see the true face of Mo'er, the oiran. The oiran spoke up today, and he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he asked the villagers and others to write poems. The result was the same. The villagers also imitated the uncle and blamed him for being too drunk.
Everyone refused to comply, and Mo'er spoke reluctantly. He couldn't miss the opportunity and refused to give in to his uncle and others.
The uncle and others racked their brains and thought of a few more poems, but they only managed to make them laugh. They were urged by the crowd and couldn't get off the stage. Everyone with high hormones began to attack him personally. The students and scholars humiliated Guoshan Town and even Huaining County.
Everyone refuses to obey
Uncle and others can't get off stage
As a result, Zhu Ping'an was pushed out by his uncle and others.
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