Datang: Dad, I really didn't want to rebel!

Chapter 67 I want to try

Chapter 86 I want to try

Li Chengqian has always felt that there is no absolutely upright person in the world, if there is... then it means he has no money.

Anyway, Li Chengqian never believed that Yang Chen was a serious person.

"Master, come and play!"

On the flower boat, beautiful women in scantily clad clothes were showing off their flowers, and they were saying all kinds of slutty words.

It's evening now, so it's really suitable to go to the flower boat to recite poems.

However, Li Chengqian had just arrived, so it was natural for him to settle down.

After spending a lot of money and renting a large courtyard, Li Chengqian began to think about how to sell the perfume.

Perfume is naturally sold to women... But having said that, those famous prostitutes on the river today are good buyers.

...

In the evening of the next day, Li Chengqian took Yang Chen to the flower boat on the Qinhuai River.

Originally, I wanted to find a flower boat at random, but unexpectedly, it was crowded with people on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Seeing this situation, Li Chengqian became a little curious.

"Dian... Mr. Li, what happened here, why are there so many people?"

Yang Chen was a little surprised when he saw the crowd of people.

Originally, he wanted to see Li Chengqian as "His Royal Highness", but Li Chengqian had told him before that people drifted in the rivers and lakes and used a trumpet when going out, so the original "Your Highness" blurted out and became Mr. Li.

At this time, a scholar next to him smiled and said, "Are you two from other places?"

Li Chengqian's heart moved, he took out an ingot of silver and handed it to him, and then asked: "The two of us are here to do business, I really don't know what's going on, I hope you can enlighten me."

The scholar put away the money, and immediately said with joy, "Brother, I don't know something. Today is the day for the election of the oiran in Yangzhou. All the famous prostitutes in Yangzhou will gather here, so naturally it will be lively."

Electing the oiran?

Li Chengqian grinned, this is really a bunch of idle bastards, whoring whoring and whoring out of rank?

Seeing Li Chengqian's disdainful face, the scholar immediately said: "Brother, it's not just about the election of the oiran, but also the election of the leader, the most talented talent."

"Let me tell you, this leader... has the opportunity to kiss the oiran Fangze, that's why so many scholars come here."

"Oh, I see…"

Li Chengqian was about to speak when suddenly someone screamed beside him.

"Huh? Look quickly, the Zuiyue Tower's signature Zhao Xianling has come out!"

"Hey, I've heard that Zhao Xianling is good at dancing, with a soft figure, he's the best!"

"Oh, it's a pity that she receives guests based on her mood. I'm afraid I won't have the chance in this life."

Several scholars shook their heads and sighed, obviously expressing regret for not being able to get into this signature method.

"Huh? Who is this?" At this moment, someone suddenly asked doubtfully.

"Hey, she's ignorant, she's called Wu Yue, she just came to Huaihe a few days ago, her appearance is nothing to say, but she is a performer, and so far, I haven't heard of her receiving guests. "

"Really? She's really pretty."

A group of people gasped in amazement.

Li Chengqian also looked up, and sure enough, he found a woman in her early 20s standing beside Zhao Xianling, wearing a blue skirt, with a cold expression, out of tune with the enthusiasm around her.

Li Chengqian became interested in an instant, this woman was interesting.

But at this moment, a group of people greeted them from the street, and when they got to the side of the flower boat, a big man walking in the front slammed the big gong in his hand and shouted loudly: "The Qinhuai Oiran Election is officially held every three years. start!"

Li Chengqian: "..."

How does this process feel like a draft?
Then, a young boy with oily hair and pink face appeared on the stage. He raised his orchid finger like a girl and said in a soft voice: "The first thing to do is the talent show... I invite Miss Zhao Xianling!"

On the open space, a high platform was built, and in the anticipation of thousands of people, Zhao Xianling walked up the wooden ladder to the high platform.

When Zhao Xianling walked onto the high platform, a pleasant sound of the piano suddenly sounded from below.

In the pleasant sound of the piano, Zhao Xianling pulled out a sword and began to dance.

Her expression was full of resentment, and her movements were weak but also revealed a sense of heroic beauty.

Once the dance is over, the house is full of applause!
Even Li Chengqian was a little moved. He was indeed a person who could elect an oiran, and he was indeed quite talented.

Just when all the prostitutes were getting emotional, another famous prostitute walked onto the stage and started to show off her singing voice. Next to her, there was another famous prostitute dancing to the song.

The plaintive singing and graceful dancing really made a group of people unable to stop.

A large group of people clapped their hands and applauded, their palms turning red without even realizing it.

Finally, it was the turn of the woman named Wu Yue to take the stage.

Seeing her on stage, the poets who were screaming at the top of their lungs gradually stopped, looking forward to what kind of surprise this most beautiful and coldest woman would bring them.

There was no holding the piano or dancing. Wu Yue held the brush in her hand, then bent down and started writing.

After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, then put the brush aside, and raised a strip with both hands.

"Since ancient times, all sages have been poor and humble, let alone our generation, which is lonely and upright!"

What an arrogant and arrogant poem!

This poem comes from "It's Difficult to Travel" by Bao Zhao, a writer of the Southern Dynasties. This poem expresses Bao Zhaohuai's dissatisfaction with not being able to recognize his talent...

How can a little girl feel this way?
Everyone looked at the poem in the woman's hand. The handwriting was as delicate as her face, but there was an air of dissatisfaction between the lines.

Seeing the performances of several oiran candidates, the young student stood up again and shouted: "Who is the oiran, we will judge at the end."

"The next step is to select the person who is qualified to be the leader!"

"The first one is our Governor of Yangzhou, His Royal Highness the King of Yue!"

"The second one is a well-known talent in Yangzhou, Wang Yifu who was consulted by the Metropolitan Governor's Office to join the army."

"Moreover…"

Soon, eight people were also standing on the high platform. These people were extremely tall and short, and among them His Royal Highness King Yue was fighting in the middle, like stars arching the moon.

"Oh, what else is there to compare with? It turns out His Royal Highness the King of Yue has won the first place!"

"Tsk tsk, look at His Royal Highness Yue's eyes, you can't wait to swallow that Wu Yue, I'm afraid it will be interesting tonight."

Xiaosheng calmed the scholar down, and said again: "These eight are the ones who have the qualifications to elect the leader. Next, if anyone has an idea, they can stand up. As long as they can pass the test, they can also stand on this high platform." !"

Everyone knows that His Highness the King of Yue covets Wu Yue, who dares to bring trouble to himself?
For a moment, they had no choice but to shut their mouths and look at Wu Yue with regret.

Alas, what a beautiful person, but to be defiled by such a person is really reckless.

No one answered. Xiaosheng raised his hand and shouted: "I will announce next..."

"Please wait a moment!"

Among the crowd, a voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw a young man wearing a white gown with a hijab on his face, covering most of his face.

"I want to see if I can win the title!"

As the young man spoke, he walked slowly towards the high platform.

Wherever he passed, the poets gave way one after another, and then stared at him in surprise.

Among the crowd, Yang Chen was clutching his half-remaining sleeves, feeling in such a terrible mood.

This young man was naturally Li Chengqian.

Originally, he didn't want to intervene, but when he kept staring at Wu Yue, an unstoppable impulse suddenly surged in his heart.

So he spoke.

Of course, he knew that the King of Yue should recognize his face, so he tore off a piece of Yang Chen's sleeve and covered his face.

But at this moment, the expression of Yue Wang Li Zhen, who was originally smiling, became stiff. When his eyes were fixed on that elegant figure, a murderous aura was released uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)