I'm the villain in the book

"I'll accompany Miss Liu Shi for a cup!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the others came back to their senses and echoed loudly:

"I'll have a drink too!"

"Miss Liu Shi, don't blame yourself, I will never blame you!"

"That's very true!"

"..."

For a while, the house was very lively.

Don't look at these people are some powerful and powerful sons, but licking a dog has nothing to do with identity and worth.

Who said that rich and powerful people can't lick women?

Want to know about your night?

A group of sons and brothers pretended to be heroic and raised their glasses to drink in an attempt to leave a good impression on Yang Liushi.

Only Wei Changtian didn't move.

He kept looking at Yang Liushi's face full of spring, and felt a little emotional in his heart.

No wonder people can be the oiran, not only looks beautiful, but also speaks full of tea flavor!

Dressing?Wrong belt?So late?

Although this excuse is extremely perfunctory, it's hard not to think of how she looked when she was undressed.

It can be said that this sentence alone is more attractive than many women taking off their clothes.

And she was very scheming to use the very ambiguous title of "official person" to refer to...

Tsk tsk, this should be considered top green tea.

While thinking about it, Wei Changtian picked up a handful of melon seeds and opened it.

Such a different behavior was naturally noticed by Yang Liushi.

Yingying's eyes like autumn water looked over, and it seemed to have some resentment.

Wei Changtian looked back at each other with some playfulness, and spit out a melon seed shell by the way.

This move has been considered very disrespectful to Yang Liushi, but the latter did not show any shame on his face, just pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was really amused.

Really difficult.

Wei Changtian retracted his gaze, and Yang Liushi also spoke again at this time.

"You gentlemen, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which should be the time for reunion."

"The slave family has lost my parents, but I am fortunate to have you all with me. I am so grateful, I thought of singing a little song first to express my friendship."

"I don't know if it is possible?"

There was a bit of sadness in the soft and glutinous tone, and it seemed that she really pinned on the love of a hard-working woman.

Someone below immediately comforted:

"Miss Liu Shi, don't be sad, we are all your family!"

"Exactly!"

"To be able to listen to Xianyin today is truly a blessing for three lifetimes!"

"..."

Guys, the family is out, right?

Wei Changtianxin said that Yang Liushi would be a good player if he went to live broadcast to bring goods, and there were bursts of piano sounds on the stage at this time.

"There are warblers and tears on the branches, old ones among the new ones. There is no news of fish and birds in the spring, and thousands of miles off the mountains to work the dream..."

"Nothing to say, to Fang Zun. Arrange the bowels to break until dusk..."

"As soon as I can burn the lights, the rain hits the pear blossoms and closes the door..."

"..."

When the song is over, the piano stops.

The sound of water rippling outside the window, Chang'e on the moon seemed to have disappeared.

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

……

Different from ordinary brothel women who can "hang clothes" by giving money.

For oiran like Yang Liushi, or the top brand of each building and hall, there is often a two-way selection process between them and the guests.

This process is generally referred to as "playing tea circles" or "eating flower wine".

The specific selection methods are different, most of them are playing the right pair or flying flowers.

There are also people who like to play dice, throwing pots and other games, but it is obviously not suitable for such a "high-end" game today.

Of course, it is undoubtedly embarrassing for these ignorant sons to memorize poems.

And at this time, the literati and writers around them came in handy.

Just like at this moment, a scholar with a happy towel on his head is making a flying flower order for his master.

"Mountain... this word is too simple!"

"Shanguang's physical state makes Chunhui shine, don't plan to return just because of the light shade!"

"it is good!"

Someone immediately applauded, the scholar sat down proudly, and then the next person immediately followed:

"When you return home, your temples are all splendid, and you can still remember the past when you see the painting!"

"Nian...I have it too!"

"When Liang and Yan are both here, if they are willing to worry about others, they will not come!"

"..."

The sound of chanting poems sounded one after another, but it was just the self-entertainment of the literati.

Because everyone knows very well, Yang Liushi will definitely not use this to decide who to sleep with tonight.

If it wasn't to deepen Miss Liu Shi's impression of herself, it wouldn't matter whether she participated in this kind of thing or not.

For example, Wei Changtian, he did not participate.

The Wei family also had several literati disciples, but he felt that it was too stupid to find someone else to memorize poems for him.

As for playing by himself... I'm sorry, he doesn't know a single poem in this world.

Before I knew it, Fei Hua Ling had passed several rounds, and the full moon outside the window had gradually slanted westward.

Just when the bang of the representative son on the shore sounded, Yang Liushi also gently waved a maid to his side and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Everyone shut up for a moment, and then they heard the little maid say in a crisp voice:

"My sons, my young lady said that I haven't heard new words and poems for a long time. I want to ask you a question, please do it. I wonder what the sons think?"

"Little lady, just ask questions!"

"Won by poetry, Ya!"

"Get out of the question!"

Everyone echoed, and they all knew in their hearts that the "decisive moment" had finally arrived.

For this reason, they have long been prepared. Not only did they bring the most talented guests in the family, but many people even wrote poems on the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival in advance, only to wait for them to be a blockbuster later. Beauty returns.

However, the question this little girl asked made them stunned.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is too cliché..."

I saw the maid with a playful smile: "My young lady is so beautiful, even compared to that Chang'e, I'm afraid it's not too much, why don't... let's take the young lady's beauty as the topic!"

"This……"

"OK!"

"Exactly!"

Hearing this topic, some people looked bitter, some looked calm, and some were complacent.

But Wei Changtian was a little surprised.

This topic must have been written by Yang Liushi, but it was only said through the mouth of the maid.

Let others write poems to praise their beauty... Is this fox demon so narcissistic? ? ?

Chapter 41 The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Fox Demon (Part [-])

The house fell into silence.

Although it is not the mid-autumn poem that everyone expected, this topic is not difficult to write.

Of course, whether you write well or not is a scholar's business. As for those sons and buddies, you just need to wait for the guests to present poems.

If you do it well, you will definitely be rewarded. If you don't do it well, you will go back for a meal, and if you do it badly, you will move your head.

It's that simple.

A group of literati and disciples looked a little sleepy, but there was a kind of lazy and charming Yangliu poem. For a while, all kinds of praises came to their minds, just waiting for them to arrange and combine them.

Soon, someone became a poem.

I saw him leaning over and saying a few words in his son's ear, probably reciting the poem he just wrote, so that the master can get a head start.

But Mr. He, who opened the bank at home, frowned, hesitating after hearing it, and it seemed that he couldn't carry it down.

After repeating this for a few times, he simply didn't bother to recite it again. With a glance, the doorman immediately understood and said in a loud voice:

"Miss Liu Shi, my son has already written a poem, and I specially ordered me to recite it and listen to the girl."

"Thank you Young Master He, the slave family is listening."

Of course, Yang Liushi would not reveal it, and looked at Young Master He with a smile, as if the poem was really written by him.

The doorman's voice resounded clearly in the room.

"There is no beauty in the thousand autumns,"

"Pleasant to the eye is a beautiful woman."

"The beauty of the country and the city,"

"Stunned the world."

Five-character quatrains, a total of twenty characters, were quickly finished.

Some people's eyes lit up, but most of them just curled their lips.

Qianqiu is stunning, beautiful to the eyes, stunning, and shocking.

This poem is made by adding one word to each of the four idioms, which can be regarded as ingenious or opportunistic.

More importantly, the second and fourth sentences end with the same word, which is not strictly speaking the law of conformity.

So in general, it can only be regarded as low-medium level.

Yang Liushi smiled and praised for a few words and then stopped talking, obviously not satisfied with this poem.

That Young Master He's face instantly became a little ugly, while the others' confidence rose, and soon a second person came out to offer a poem.

"How about listening to my son's song again, Miss Liu Shi?"

"Slave, listen."

"..."

One after another, ten poems soon came out.

Although the later poems are stronger than the first one, they can only be regarded as reluctance.

Although it is a new poem, it has no new meaning, just repeating a few words over and over again.