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Chapter 157 Moonlight
On the night sky at this time, stars are dotted, and a round of bright moon hangs high above.

The moonlight is shining brightly and brightly.

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered a few words.

Tongbi.

broken soul.

Falling light, glowing flames, folded mirrors, clear night condensing.
This is a Chinese translation from a game.

In these words, every word has no moon, and every word is full of moon.

There is no word for month, but none of them is not a month.

Suddenly, the thought ticket came here, and Jiang Ming smiled slightly. People in this historical era, their historical and cultural heritage is still amazing.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought that if he couldn't become the guest of the oiran, his money would be in vain.

Jiang Ming's heart began to feel uncomfortable again.

But if whoever has the most banknotes can become the guest of the oiran, then Jiang Ming is still a little confident.

If it is compared to poetry, then Jiang Ming's inner confidence is not very great.

But he is still confident that Jiang Ming's chances of winning are still very high, at least that's what he thinks in his heart.

But everything is afraid of unexpected situations.

I hope it can develop smoothly.

Jiang Ming secretly prayed to himself,

May I ask, who wouldn't love this faintly oiran who hides her face.

As a visitor from Always Empty, Jiang Ming dare not say that [-]% of the poems can bear fruit for these people, but there are still very big hugs for me.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, why haven't I seen you composing a poem and handing it to the oiran?"

Jiang Ming asked.

"Uh uh."

Zhao Changfeng touched his pocket. It made a ding-dong sound, but there was not a single coin in it.

He knew that even if he could write a peerless poem, it would be useless if he didn't have money in his pocket.

In this world, it's not that whoever is talented can do whatever he wants. In the end, what matters is who has more money in his pocket.

These are the last words, the rest are for the co-pilot.

It's like this.

Let's take an example.

If you are rich, at this time you have no good looks or talent, it doesn't matter, these are secondary things.

If it is said that you have no money, but you are handsome and talented, at this time, it is actually unknown. After all, it is because you have no money
If you are in the third situation, you have neither money nor good looks. Then don't think about anything.

My suggestion is to read more.

There is an old saying that says, if you are ugly, you should read more books. Isn't that what he said.

While everyone was waiting, some people gradually left the hall.

This is because he knew that he had no hope, and then turned around and left.

The rest are just watching the excitement, and those who think they still have some hope.

Jiang Ming was naturally one of them who still had hope.

In the backyard at this time.

Li Shishi and her personal maid are opening the letter paper and looking up the poems one by one.

The banknotes in it were naturally taken into his pocket very calmly.

The movements are so proficient, as if he often does this kind of thing, uh.

While watching, the maid on the side kept talking.

"This year's big guy, the general strength is a bit weak."

"They all look well-dressed, but they're not even beasts in clothes."

"There are not many bank notes, and even the poems I wrote are ugly to death."

"Miss, if you listen to this song, you will really laugh to death."

"Ask three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight a tiger, but the tiger has no big moves."

"Hehehe, I really laughed to death."

The maidservant laughed mercilessly at these poems.

The oiran Li Shishi on the side just frowned slightly and didn't say much.

"Don't talk nonsense, Cuihua, be careful with your words."

Hearing her young lady's words, Cuihua stuck out her tongue playfully.

"I know, I know."

But it is beneficial to say that this time when it comes to composing poems, whether it is money or talent, the strength this time is indeed not as good as the last time.

This is obvious to all.

Just when Li Shishi was frowning.

The movements in her palms suddenly stopped.

She opened a copy of poetry, and put the banknotes inside into her sleeve pocket very indifferently.

Li Shishi had a little surprise on his face, hey, this is a wealthy family, and this bank note is the largest bank note so far.

After that, Li Shishi looked at the poem again.

From the indifference and surprise at the beginning, to admiration, and then to the amazement in his eyes.

It's with people!

Not to mention the extravagance, the poems I made are really good poems, good poems!
The joy on Li Shishi's face was enough to make her fall in love with just a poem.

Li Shishi looked at the inscription in the lower right corner of this poem, and saw three small handwriting on it: Jiang Riyue.

"Jiang Riyue" Li Shishi murmured softly.

With a name like that, he must be a macho man who takes the place of someone else.

Thinking of this, Li Shishi, uh, also had slight ripples on his face, and a slight blush reflected on his cheeks.

"Miss, miss." The maid interrupted Li Shishi's fantasy.

"How is it? Is there a suitable one? Have you met the right one? Look at your appearance. It's over, miss, you are feeling springy." The maid joked softly on the side.

"Take yours, the little girl knows how to talk nonsense, hurry up and read the letter, and complete your task."

Li Shishi spat softly, but the blush on her face couldn't hide the attitude of her little daughter.

Finally, after some browsing, Li Shishi finally confirmed the winner of today's poetry.

The maid at the side glanced at it, it was the letter that made my lady blush just now.

That's him.

"That's him." Master Li said.

"Ok er miss."

After speaking, the maid took the letter and walked into the hall outside.

Come to the center of the stage.

This is Ou Ou's audience in silence.

The maid said: "Today's guest is Jiang Riyue, Mr. Jiang."

After speaking, everyone talked a lot.

"Who is this Jiang Riyue!"

"I've never heard of it."

"Where did this come from? It's really annoying."

Jiang Ming in the audience was stunned at first, and then his face was full of surprise.

"Yuan Fang, master, I have to go to work tonight, you should go back first."

Yuan Fang on the side: "???"

Is he serious about your job? ?
Everyone in the living room below looked at Jiang Ming, an unfamiliar face.

Yes this is.

I do not know!

Where is this stumbling block?
Although everyone is unconvinced, the reality cannot be changed.

Why are you unconvinced.

Because everyone thinks like this in their hearts: Oiran girl should belong to me!

Then Jiang Ming followed the maidservant's footsteps to the pavilion in the backyard.

(End of this chapter)