The happy life of a prodigal

What she knows is...

Whether all this is true or not, it is up to her to decide.

Lin Wanqing sighed and looked at the beautiful face in the mirror.

For some reason, I remembered that afternoon, that lakeside... that somewhat thin figure.

"Yu'er."

The girl talking to herself raised her head.

"Prepare hot water, I want to take a shower..."

Chapter No.16 Oiran Conference

"Look, it's Miss Wanqing!"

"Listening to Miss Wanqing playing the piano is simply a great pleasure in life..."

"It's a pity that the face is covered with a veil, so I can't see clearly..."

"Miss Wanqing is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her appearance must be excellent.

Otherwise, how could the son of the Fang family sell the house and redeem himself for her? "

…………

"It turned out to be her..."

Fang Xiu glanced at the figure on the stage, and put the teacup on his lips.

The rumors about him and Miss Wanqing in the capital are good news from him.

But he had never met this Wanqing girl before, he just thought the name was pleasant to his ears, and it happened that he was the number one Qing girl in Yirenju, so he chose her.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the woman who fell into the water by the lake that day.

When we parted that day, I thought we would never see each other again, but I never expected to meet here again in just three or four days...

"Miss Wanqing did not participate in the oiran meeting last time. This time, she will definitely be able to win the top spot."

"That's wrong, Miss Wanqing and Mr. Fang's family agree with each other, so she doesn't necessarily care about the reputation of an oiran.

If Mr. Fang makes a move to redeem her, the position of leader may fall to someone else..."

"I'm afraid that Yi Renju doesn't want to let this top card go easily..."

The eyes of the people around turned to a position ahead.

There, a young man in Chinese clothes picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at the figure on the stage...

…………

A piano sound is not over yet.

At the back of the lobby, a young man in a white gown slowly stood up with a smile on his face.

"Miss Wanqing's piano skills are superb, it is really pleasing to the eye, but there is a piano sound but no poetry, it is not suitable for the occasion, I would like to throw bricks to attract jade, recite a poem, and chat to add to the fun..."

The annual oiran competition will take many aspects into consideration.

Apart from the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, appearance and posture of the candidates themselves, the decisive factors are these talented scholars.

Nothing can make a brothel girl famous like a widely circulated poem.

When the poems are eulogized by the population, no matter how unknown the person was before, they can be known by countless people overnight.

It's a pity that this young man in white shirt didn't compose any poems, but just sang "Night Kites", which didn't cause much ripples in the meeting.

However, someone took the lead, and many literati stood up and wrote poems against each other...

The lobby is divided into two parts, and most of the people sitting in front are the children of the rich and powerful.

Behind them are some merchants and unsatisfied literati, or poor scholars.

At this moment, the Oiran Conference seems to be a small poetry meeting belonging to this group of poor scholars.

Singing and laughter lingered in the audience, rising and falling away, falling apart and rising again.

"Brother Yuan is so talented, I'm ashamed of my stupid brother..."

"Brother Yuan's excellent poem tonight, I'm afraid it will become famous far and wide."

"Hehe, it's just something I got occasionally, and I still need your comments and corrections."

After the scholar who was praised by everyone shied away a few words, his face showed a look of complacency.

Although tonight is not a serious poetry meeting, even if the works are spread, they can only be spread in a small area.

But at least at this moment, the young man with the surname Yuan is extremely useful to the compliments from the people around him.

If she attracts Miss Wanqing's favor later on, her vanity will be greatly satisfied, but...

The young man surnamed Yuan seemed to have thought of something, and set his sights on Fang Xiu who was not far away.

For a moment, a gloomy expression appeared on his face, and he shouted loudly: "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Fang is very talented, why don't you say a word today?"

As we all know, Uncle Anping's son is a well-known playboy, and he is best at prodigal.

Two days ago, there was a ridiculous incident in Zuihua Pavilion, and the next night, taking advantage of Uncle Anping's absence, he secretly sold the family's ancestral property.

Where does the saying of outstanding talent come from...

Everyone turned around suspiciously.

I saw that Mr. Fang, whom the youth spoke of, was looking at Miss Wanqing, who was still playing the piano, with a hint of affection.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The young man who wrote the poem just now had been in love with Miss Wanqing for a long time, and seeing this scene, he naturally felt annoyed, so he opened his mouth to embarrass the young master of the Fang family.

Thinking of this, the literati around showed stunned expressions, as if they were watching the excitement.

In fact, Fang Xiu's attention was all on Lin Wanqing.

No matter whether the literati reciting poems or concentrating on appreciating music behind him did not reach his ears, let alone a scholar's angry words.

Yuan Junzhe looked at Fang Xiu's back, thinking that he would be ashamed, and wished he could find a crack in the ground and vomit three liters of blood.

But I didn't expect that people didn't pay attention to me at all, but just looked at the stage with all their attention.

He instantly felt that he had been greatly insulted, and raised his voice: "Since Mr. Fang is in love with Miss Wanqing, why don't you write a poem for Miss Wanqing to express your affection!"

His voice was loud, with a hint of anger.

It attracted the attention of the people around...

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On the grand teacher's chair in front, Fang Xiu pressed against Zhao Yan's ear, and asked doubtfully, "Did you hear my name?"

Zhao Yan was still angry at him for watching the Yan Wu just now, she cast him a cold look and said, "Who would call you the name of a prostitute, just pretending to be passionate..."

After speaking, he picked up a piece of plum cake and ate it on his own, ignoring him.

I saved you just now, so it’s fine if you don’t appreciate it, and you still call me a prostitute...

If I were a prostitute, would you still be able to sit here and eat snacks?

Fang Xiu complained a few words to himself, then turned his face away, still puzzled in his heart.

I clearly heard the word 'Mr. Fang' just now...

Are you hallucinating?

It was all the poor scholars behind, chattering and talking about something, making his ears full of 'buzzing' sounds.

The twelfth lunar month of winter looks like summer, with a bunch of mosquitoes and flies around my ears...

He shook his head, no longer entangled, and looked up at the stage.

……

On the other side, seeing Fang Xiu turn his head, Yuan Junzhe thought he had heard his shout, and his face showed joy.

Unexpectedly, he just whispered to the handsome young man beside him, but he still didn't notice himself.

Yuan Junzhe would rather this dude turn around and swear a few words, or order his lackeys to beat him up, than he would do this.

For a proud scholar, what could be more humiliating than ignoring it?

But in the face of such naked insults, he still can't say anything.

Since ancient times, literati and inkmen have always claimed to be superior to others, and they do not want to make loud noises like secular people.

There was a huge distance between the two of them, so it was completely reasonable that Mr. Fang didn't hear his voice.

Exactly, this reason is the biggest harm to him...

Seeing his face turning blue from the suffocation, friends around couldn't help feeling sympathetic, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

But more people thought it was funny when they saw him making an embarrassment, and they tried their best not to laugh out loud.

But at this time, a young doctor who didn't know why came over.

Patting him on the shoulder, he said solemnly: "Brother, I think your flushed face should be caused by insufficient kidney essence, you should nourish yin and nourish yang, nourish kidney and essence.

I have a Shiquan Dabu Pill, it only costs one tael of silver, brother, you have to think about it..."

Chapter No.17 The Wine Bag and Rice Bag

"Thinking about you..."

Yuan Junzhe was so angry that he wanted to curse, but with the airs of a scholar, he couldn't say the last word.

It wasn't until his face was contorted that he gritted his teeth and said two words: "...No need."

"puff--"

The person next to him who knew the inside story couldn't bear it any longer and burst out laughing.

An uncontrollable anger flashed in Yuan Junzhe's eyes, he glared at the man, almost roaring and asked: "What are you laughing at!?"

The man usually called Yuan Junzhe a brother, but at this moment he couldn't help smiling, so he could only reply while laughing: "I, my wife has given birth to a child, hahaha..."

Yuan Junzhe had a good relationship with that person, so he naturally knew that he was never married, so where did he come from for a wife, and where did he come to have children.

It was just an excuse, he was undoubtedly laughing at himself.

From the beginning to the end, I was like a monkey in a troupe, talking to myself and making fun of others.

Thinking of this, a surge of anger surged in Yuan Junzhe's chest.

He looked at Fang Xiu's eyes as if they were about to shoot sparks, and shouted sharply: "Fang Xiu——!"

The audience fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the angry roar.

Even Miss Wanqing on the stage was frightened by him, subconsciously snapping her fingers.

There was a slight noise in the sound of the piano, and it quickly returned to normal.

Fang Xiu was even more surprised, and looked back at Yuan Junzhe with doubts in his eyes.

who are you?

What are you calling?

Do I know you?

After questioning himself, Fang Xiu found...it seemed like he was seeing this scholar for the first time.

However, looking at his eyes, it seems that he has the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife.

"What's the matter with you?"

Fang Xiu asked.

Yuan Junzhe took a deep breath and said with gloomy eyes, "I wonder if Mr. Fang can compose a poem for Miss Wanqing?"

When everyone heard this, they were all dumbfounded.

Fang Xiu also had a puzzled expression on his face.

It is said that ancient scholars were deeply ravaged by stereotyped essays. They knew nothing except the Four Books and Five Classics, and their brains were not normal when they read.