"That person named Su Jiu is actually so powerful!"
The melon-eaters outside were shocked, their faces flushed with excitement, and they whispered among themselves:
"Just now, who said that the people around Mr. Lin Chuanlin are all playboys? Come out and get beaten!"
"As far as I know, if there are many people participating in the poetry competition held by Pinyu Pavilion, the order of announcing the winners will be from high to low."
"Because after the oiran ladies selected their favorite poems, they would pass them on to each other."
"As for the order of reciting poems in public, it is from low to high."
"In other words, the poems written by Mr. Su Jiusu are the best among the twenty poems tonight, the best among the best! It can be regarded as the first place!"
"This is awesome."
"Look, the courtesans behind the five-color bead curtain are all making secret glances at Mr. Su..."
"Ouch! I'm so envious of me. I really want to take my place and stand in that position and receive the attention of court ladies. Don't stop me."
"Who is stopping you? If you are not afraid of death, just go ahead. You must know that this is Pinyu Pavilion. Don't you dare to mess around without seeing the famous Mr. Han?"
"..."
While all parties are discussing it, the list of winners is also being announced one after another.
Everyone who heard their names jumped forward and lined up side by side with Su Xian. Their positions were very close to the five-color bead curtain tent.
During this period, Su Xian kept smiling and looking at the oiran ladies inside through the curtain.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that there are really different shapes, slim and graceful, fat and thin, warbles and swallows, like clusters of delicate flowers in full bloom, which is pleasing to the eye...
The twenty courtesans have all read Su Xian's song "Revealing the Heart," and nineteen of them were upset in their hearts. Why didn't they choose someone as handsome and talented as Su Jiu?
According to the rules of the conference, a guest can only compose a poem for one courtesan.
There was only one Su Xian, and the song "Revelation of Heartfelt Love" that astonished all the courtesans was only written for one of the courtesan, and the other nineteen people could only envy him.
If that poem was written for the slave family, it would be even better... the nineteen oiran ladies thought in their hearts.
Although they were upset in their hearts, when they saw Su Xian's gaze coming towards him, they immediately greeted him with smiles, some making secret glances, some boldly looking at each other, or shyly bowing their heads, with different looks and infinite charm.
Su Xian was really overwhelmed by all kinds of fragrances and beauties.
It can be said that...the flowers are gradually enchanting!
…
The rest of the winners came forward one after another, and saw Su Xian flirting with the oiran ladies who were supposed to be theirs, but they did not object and looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
Why?
Because these people are all scholars hired by Su Xian!
They had known for a long time that if the poem Su Xian gave them won the championship, it would be Su Xian who would spend the night with the oiran ladies, not them.
The most they can receive is a salary...
On the VIP table.
Lin Chuan saw the scholars beside him get up one by one and go to the five-color bead curtain. He was excited. He was successful! This is it!
However, when all the twenty winners were in place, Lin Chuan's grin suddenly froze.
He didn't win the first prize!
He himself actually failed!
Take a closer look at the nineteen lucky winners around Su Xian. They are all scholars hired by Su Xian!
He himself, together with the five people he hired, failed to win, and they all failed!
In other words, Su Xian managed to win over twenty oiran ladies by himself!
"Well……"
Lin Chuan himself was confused. How could this happen?
He came from afar from the capital of God this time and was well prepared. In addition to the registration fee of 3,000 taels per person, he also obtained the art of bed curtains and commissioned five good poems through his connections.
The key point was those five good poems. According to his original expectation, even if it was no good, even if he couldn't compare with Su Xian, he could at least get one or two places.
As a result, none of them were successful!
Twenty oiran ladies all chose the poems written by Su Xian on the spot...
Brother Su is really awesome... Lin Chuan could only sigh in his heart.
Although he was eager to look at her and his eyes were almost bloodshot, he did not move rashly after all.
After all, that was Su Xian, his brother. Su Xian had taken over twenty courtesans, so he was better than Mr. Han, but...he still felt a little unhappy after all.
The registration fee of 3,000 taels per person was enough. If the five carefully prepared poems were not noticed by the oirans, that was all.
However, he was really depressed when he couldn't use the bed curtain technique.
Brother Su, one pair of twenty, isn't it a waste?
Lin Chuan's eyes rolled wildly...
The other side.
Mr. Han was completely dumbfounded, dumbfounded, shocked and furious.
None of the twenty people he hired succeeded!
This is impossible!
You can't believe anything Young Master Han says.
This time he went north to Youzhou, and he was also fully prepared. Not only did he bring the great master Cao Lin with him, but he also spent a lot of money to have the master customize twenty poems.
He was full of confidence and determined that he would be able to conquer all the courtesans tonight!
But in the end, Cao Lin, the great master in his eyes, had his wrist bones crushed by Lin Chuan and the guards around that idiot.
Mr. Han admitted this and tolerated it. After all, his skills were inferior to others.
He placed his hope on those twenty poems. As long as he won over twenty courtesans, it would be considered as a slap in the face of Lin Chuan and that idiot.
But, he failed again.
The person who really rounded up those twenty oiran ladies turned out to be the idiot next to Lin Chuan!
how so?
Are all those oiran ladies blind?
Mr. Han's face turned pale for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Fortunately, he was always wary of the thin woman wearing a black hat and did not dare to act rashly.
…
Soon, the list of twenty winners was announced.
Next comes the main event.
That is, reciting their poems in public.
This time the order is reversed, Su Xian's song "Revealing the Heart" comes last.
The maid in charge of reciting poems had a loud voice and clear enunciation. Every time she finished reciting a poem, the whole hall burst into cheers and applause, which lasted for a long time.
In the VIP seat, Lin Chuan listened to one song after another, and finally shook his head, then nodded again, and said with a wry smile:
"Brother Su is indeed amazing. If I had known this, I would have asked Brother Su to compose a song for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have lost a single cent."
On the side, Mr. Han's face became uglier the more he listened.
He is similar to Lin Chuan in that he is also uneducated and incompetent, but after all, he has been studying for many years, and he is able to distinguish the quality of a poem under his influence.
The poems written by Su Xian were indeed better than those he asked someone to customize. The oiran ladies were not blind.
However, he was unwilling to give in after all. He came here in high spirits, and even made bold promises that he would win over twenty oirans by himself, but in the end, he saw them in high spirits...
"Damn it!"
Mr. Han clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the excessive force. His eyes were about to burst, and there were two eyes burning with anger. Half of his body was shaking with anger.
Finally, amid bursts of cheers, the first nineteen poems were recited.
Next, it’s Su Xian’s turn to be the best among the best, the best among the best.
This is the highlight.
Behind the five-color bead curtain, twenty oiran ladies were sitting upright, one of them was smiling because the song "Revealing the Heart" was written by Mr. Su Jiusu for her.
The other nineteen oiran ladies' eyes flickered, their eyes swept back and forth on Su Xian and the other nineteen talented men, and finally sighed quietly.
Those nineteen talented men were quite good in talent and poetry, otherwise they would not have chosen them as leaders.
However, when people stand together, they are afraid of comparison.
Compared with Mr. Su Jiusu, they are in a superior position. Not only are they not as handsome as Mr. Su, but their poetic talents are also more than a little bit behind...
On the VIP table.
Mr. Han's eyes were still filled with tears. He stared at Su Xian closely and listened attentively, ready to listen to the poem that was highly praised by all the oirans.
After all, he was unwilling to give up and still retained the last bit of luck.
However, when the song "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" was sung in public, Young Master Han squeezed his brows together, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared without a trace...
On the side, Lin Chuan, after being shocked, took the lead to stand up, raised his arms and cheered loudly. He was convinced by Brother Su's poem.
Among the people who were watching melon-eating, there were many people who were proficient in poetry. After hearing Su Xian's poem, they all praised it and said excitedly:
"It's really a good poem, it's really a good poem. No wonder all the oiran ladies are making secret glances at Mr. Su..."
"..."
The lobby of Pinyu Pavilion was very lively. Everyone was singing Su Xian's song "Revealing the Heart", reciting it in public, shaking their heads, and the hustle and bustle had reached the extreme.
The Madam of Pinyu Pavilion was very enthusiastic, especially towards Su Xian, who won the top prize among the best. He was always smiling and chatting enthusiastically.
Su Xian was surrounded by people, as if everyone was holding a moon in their arms.
…
Mr. Han was the only person present who frowned and felt depressed.
Everyone cheered for Su Xian, who endured it.
Lin Chuan gave him a look of victory, and he endured it.
However, when he vaguely heard the words of a certain courtesan in the five-color bead curtain tent, "It would be great if Mr. Su could compose poems for the slave family", he was shocked.
Mr. Han's eyes suddenly lit up.
The oiran's words reminded him severely——
When he was composing the poem just now, Su Xian cheated!
Under the multiple blows, Mr. Han could no longer care about anything. He immediately stood up and shouted at the highest volume:
"I am reporting this person. When this person was composing poems just now, he had composed poems for others and cheated. The poems of the other nineteen winners were all written by him!"
"..."
In an instant, the hustle and bustle in the lobby stopped abruptly.
Silence fell.
Su Xian turned his head and looked at Mr. Han, his expression still calm, but he was a little surprised. Mr. Han actually dared to quarrel? interesting.
Lin Chuan's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The old bustard of Pinyu Pavilion, as well as Mr. Gui, etc., raised their eyebrows fiercely after hearing this, and stared at Mr. Han and Su Xian with burning eyes. Composing poems on behalf of others was something they could not tolerate.
The melon-eaters outside were shocked, opened their mouths, and then looked at each other. The twenty winning poems were all written by Su Jiuyi?
There's something good to watch now.
They whispered:
"Then Mr. Su Jiusu, I'm afraid it's going to end this time!"
"Yes, this is Pinyu Pavilion. You actually dare to commit fraud in Pinyu Pavilion's poetry meeting. Aren't you afraid of Pinyu Pavilion's revenge?"
"It is true that Mr. Su Jiusu has great talent. Just one song "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings" is enough to become a god. If you add the other nineteen poems, it is simply... a pervert."
"But his fate is not good. He is so talented and poetic, and he is favored by all the oiran ladies. He should be worth a thousand pieces of gold tonight, but now..."
"This is what happens when you offend Mr. Han. In fact, Mr. Han also did this trick, but he was cut off by Mr. Su. It would be strange if Mr. Han didn't become angry out of humiliation!"
"..."
Behind the five-color bead curtain, nineteen of the twenty courtesan ladies looked happy.
It turns out that the poems they selected to win the championship were all written by Mr. Su Jiusu, which means that Mr. Su really wrote poems for them...
They are lucky to have such a talented and handsome man.
Thinking of the spring night tonight, their bodies became more than half relaxed.
However, in the blink of an eye, the girls frowned and their expressions changed drastically. They all left their seats and stood up, closely watching the development of the situation in the bead curtain tent.
A worried look on his face.
Because the girls suddenly remembered the rules of Pinyu Pavilion.
It is good for Mr. Su to compose poems for them, but it also brings trouble to Mr. Su...
On the side, Lin Chuan saw the concerned expressions of the oiran ladies in a hurry, and his heart finally went cold. Before, he had thought about shamelessly asking Su Xian to give him an oiran.
Let's forget it for now.
The oiran ladies were so concerned about Su Xian, and it was obvious that they were interested. How could he interfere again?
A gentleman has the beauty of an adult... Lin Chuan shouted with tears in his heart.
Mr. Han also noticed the expressions of the oiran ladies, which made him jealous.
These beauties should have belonged to him, but now they were cut off by Su Xian, and the hatred in his heart could not be increased.
But fortunately, Su Xian's trick has been revealed by him, and he cheated on Pinyu Pavilion's territory. I really don't know how the word "death" is written, and he is looking forward to that scene very much.
"Mr. Su, is what Mr. Han just said true?"
The madam's voice penetrated the entire lobby.
Slightly chilly.
Everyone at the scene recalled the fate of those who made trouble in Pinyu Pavilion before, and felt a cold sweat in their hearts for Su Xian.
"He is right. The twenty poems that won the first prize tonight were all written by the next person."
What was unexpected was that Su Xian admitted it directly without any hesitation.
The old bustard's face turned cold, and his eyes flashed coldly. He dared to cause trouble in Pinyu Pavilion. This person might not be able to get out of Pinyu Pavilion tonight!
"Hahahahaha..." Mr. Han looked up to the sky and laughed. He was very proud and said to himself: "It doesn't matter if your talent is incredible, you didn't fall into the hands of me in the end!"
"Brother Su!" Lin Chuan was anxious at the side. He was concerned but confused.
"Master Su." The crowd was also anxious. Su Xian had such a talent, and they really didn't want to see anything happen to Su Xian.
As the person involved, Su Xian directly ignored the cold eyes of the Madam, the ridicule of Mr. Han, and the concern of Lin Chuan and the people who were eating melons.
Instead, he turned around, faced all the oiran ladies, bowed before him, and said apologetically:
"Wansheng deceived all the girls. I'm really sorry. Please don't mind, girls."
"Master Su..."
Behind the five-color bead curtain, the oiran ladies have already had tears in their eyes. They admire Su Xian's talent and also like Su Xian's handsomeness. The reason why Su Xian is in a crisis is to compose poems for them.
A good life is touching.
However, they were unable to save Mr. Su, so they could only kneel down to the madam and pray to him to spare Su Xian's life. For this reason, they were willing to let the madam do whatever he wanted without any complaints.
"It's my honor to be able to write poems for you girls." Su Xian said.
This sentence made the oiran ladies extremely moved.
"Wan Sheng understands what you girls want, but it really doesn't have to be like this." Su Xian changed the subject, turned to look at the madam, waved his hand, and shouted casually:
"Come here, I have something to tell you."
"..."
boom!
There was an uproar in the lobby.
This is Pinyu Pavilion.
Su Xian actually summoned the madam so casually? I don't even know how to say "please" to you in return. Do you really think you are a green onion?
Anyway, this is shocking!
Doesn't this person know how to write the word "death"?
