Cultivation of the strongest Internet bar system

Qiu Minglan sighed softly, and put down the accompanying reading material in her hand.

Looking at the full moon approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, she sighed, and said in a low voice: "I hope that people will be together for a long time."

"What kind of demeanor is this poet fairy?"

There is a portrait hanging in her boudoir. The person in the portrait has sword eyebrows and star eyes, wild and unrestrained, and has the temperament of a banished immortal.

She ordered someone to buy it from a painter at a high price. It is said that the person in the painting is Li Nanbei, the poet of today.

Maybe it's because she is in Zuixianju, a place where literati and talents often come, for such talents, she always has more hopes in her heart.

A servant girl came in from the door and said in a low voice: "Miss Minglan, all the talented young masters in the fence are waiting for you."

Qiu Minglan regained her senses slightly, walked away from the window, nodded and said, "Go now."

She is the courtesan of this drunken fairy house, but she is a noble lady.

Originally, she was in this kind of place, so it was not up to her to sell her body or not.

But fortunately, she is quite talented in both piano art and cultivation. Every time she plays, the Taoist sound is faint and enlightening. Since then, many dignitaries have come to join her.

Therefore, Zuixianju's mother also paid a lot of attention to her, and praised her as a maiden.

Born in a place like Zuixianju, it can be said that everything is fate, and it is not in the slightest.

Although it seems that her identity is detached, no one can force her.

But she knew that Zui Xianju's mother was just putting her up for sale.

In their eyes, they are a hen that can lay golden eggs, how could they be sold easily.

Sighing softly, she walked towards the stage where she was playing.

On the stage is another lady named Hua Jie, who is considered to be an old man from Zuixianju, and she is singing her best "Xianxianle" on the stage at the moment.

This "Xunxianle" is also a poem given to Sister Hua by a gifted scholar when she was young, and she has been singing it until now, keeping her innocent body for that person, and only waiting to find her here one day.

She didn't know where that person died, or who he formed a Taoist partner with, she just waited so foolishly.

"The so-called talented people are nothing more than that." Qiu Minglan looked at the literati who were shaking their heads under the stands, with sly eyes and a little bit of wretchedness, and said with some disappointment.

She admired the talents of these talented people, but was also disappointed that they were so vulgar and not half as chic as her own poems.

Sometimes I can't help but ask myself, is there a real gentleman in this world?

Thinking of this, she looked down, but couldn't help but froze.

I saw a handsome young man standing alone near the food, and there was no one around him.

Qiu Minglan frowned, this could be regarded as a mistake in welcoming guests, why did this handsome young man hang out here?

"Infuriating!"

"That's right, looking at this handsome young man, the sisters were all going after him, but I didn't expect him to be so irritating!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of complaints in her ear, which made Qiu Minglan startled.

"Yeah, sisters, I told him to come and play~ He actually asked me what rank? I don't even know what he meant!" A woman in a somewhat revealing dress was very angry, and said indignantly at this time.

"What are you?" A woman covered her eyelids, and said angrily at this moment: "The false eyelashes that he just went to Tianxiang Pavilion to make, he insisted that there was something dirty on my eyelids, and I pulled them off!"

"Mom~ I won't serve you anymore, he said I'm fat. I'm obviously plump."

"Oh, my little aunt, that owner looks like a big customer just by her clothes, don't be petty."

Qiu Minglan, who was waiting at the backstage on the third floor, was almost dumbfounded when she heard the whispered complaints from the curtain next to her.

who is this? !
"Pfft..." Qiu Minglan couldn't help laughing out loud as she looked at the young man below who was eating and drinking and frowning from time to time.

There are still such interesting boys.
"Miss Minglan, it's your turn to play."

After Sister Hua's song "Looking for Immortal Music", there was very little response, and more people were waiting for Qiu Minglan, the oiran.

The scene suddenly became lively, and many people spent a lot of money just to see Qiu Minglan.

Countless talented and wealthy people are waiting to see his peerless face under the veil.

At this moment, many talented people got up, and they all said confidently: "Today, I will definitely get the chance to meet Miss Minglan!"

As the oiran of Zuixianju, Qiu Minglan has always appeared in the public's field of vision with a light veil covering her face.

As the number one oiran of Qingguaner, this is also a marketing method for Zuixianju.

The most talented people in Zuixianju are talented people. These talented people give poems, and the oiran chooses them, and Qiu Minglan plays the selected poems into tunes.

The writers of the selected poems can go up to the third floor. Watching Qiumenlan's performance up close is really very attractive.

I have to say that this method is very ingenious, it not only satisfies the desire of literati to compare with each other, but also adds a touch of beauty to this literary competition.

At this moment, one person got up, cupped his hands and said to the surroundings: "Then let's throw bricks and attract jade first!"

He clapped his hands, and the servant from Zuixianju brought a pen and paper, and after a while, the servant read out the above content: "

The perched crow and the flowing water light up the autumn light, and I love this few lines of Xiao Shushu.

Don't part with pedestrians, and become Xie Nu Xuefeixiang. "

"Good! Great poem!"

People around cheered for him, and the servant took the poem's own book and sent it upstairs.

"I'm coming too!"

The enthusiasm of the crowd was high, and those who were not convinced got up and immediately wrote a poem, which seemed to be the scene of a large-scale poetry battle!
But for Li Nanbei, these are not the worries at the moment.

Instead, he tasted all the food on this floor, and found that the taste was very average, and some of them were even worse than the meals provided for him by the Holy Church.

Li Nanbei didn't come here to look for flowers and willows, as an aspiring young man, he came to inspect the market!
Li Nanbei thought to himself, Internet cafes are considered places of entertainment anyway, and this Drunken Fairy House should be regarded as a colleague. Hearing Sun Jian said that this is the highest-standard gold-selling cave, Li Nanbei naturally wanted to see the methods of his colleagues.

After all, we will be competing with them in the future.
"Well, the food here is not as good as my bucket of instant noodles." Li Nanbei picked up another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it in his mouth, and said to himself.

"Brother Li! Why don't you give it a try? With Brother Li's talent, he's sure to hit it!" Sun Jian was also enthusiastic at this time, and he returned with his arms around the woman who had gone with him before, and said with a smile on his face.

Li Nanbei said speechlessly: "There's nothing to fight for. I'm not curious about what the oiran looks like."

Unexpectedly, Sun Jian said: "Brother Li doesn't know, there are many literati and scholars in this Zuixianju, all of whom are arrogant and arrogant. There are many people who have not joined the holy hall or Juxian Village before!"

"So most of the slanderers of Brother Li's name as a Poet are here. If Brother Li beats the crowd again, his reputation will definitely be raised to a higher level!" Sun Jian said a little excitedly, and the woman next to him was stunned. stunned.

When Li Nanbei heard this, he was stunned. Isn't this the opportunity to complete the task? !

This Sun Jian is really my lucky general!
Li Nanbei was overjoyed, stood up and patted Sun Jian on the shoulder, glanced at the confused woman next to him, and said, "Brother Sun Jian, good suggestion! I'll give you a full order of Liuwei Dihuang Wan later, it's not good for a man to go too fast." .”

When Sun Jian heard it, his face turned red immediately, and he wanted to argue, but he heard Li Nanbei say: "Don't worry, the effect is outstanding."

Sun Jian's momentum weakened, and he said emotionally, "Then thank you, Brother Li."