Courtesan

Although Ruxian is a small place, there are no shortage of rules.There is another nice name for the selection of oirans called "praise the flower list", where literati, poets, dignitaries and guests gather to judge the pros and cons of prostitutes.

Poetry exchanges, drinking and singing, and the cups and shadows are intertwined with the first, second, and third best. The prostitutes are also divided into champions, second places, and Tanhua. Apart from the jokes and jokes among benefactors, the reason is also the irony and ridicule of corrupt officials by down-and-out literati.

Your majestic government divides talents into three, six, and nine grades, and the selected top ones do extremely dirty things in the officialdom, so we will also select a female champion in this "place where filth is hidden".

A literati in a certain dynasty wrote "Jinling Jipin", which contains: one is the product, the typical wins; the second is the rhyme, the rich appearance wins;Summarized the four styles of prostitutes. Since then, these four rules have become the four standards for later generations to "evaluate the flower list".It's just that it's a small place after all, the character and rhyme account for a smaller share, and more is to look at talent and color, the two most intuitive external manifestations.

Needless to say, Wen Niang is firmly on top of everyone in Taojiang. This is the reason why Chen Zhizhen is so sure that Wen Niang will win the top spot.

Since Wen Niang wanted to make up her mind to settle this matter quickly, to fight and win, naturally she would not let go.

The most important thing is beauty, Wen Niang is good-looking, but she is not charming enough. After all, she is from a family, and she can't learn the moves in the Qinglou well, let alone the essence.But the beauty is that it is not flattering enough.Seeking good by flattery is already the worst.From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of the top card relying solely on the word "beautiful".

The people who come here are all people of status, no matter how bad they are, they are noble and talented. There are many people who beg them, and there are also many people who please them, so naturally, a woman like Wen Niang, who is indifferent, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is incomprehensible is even more fascinating. fascinated.

Everyone knows these truths well, and the place of fireworks is even more clear: when to treat patrons with push-pull skills, when to be aggressive, when to be soft and coquettish, generation after generation of bustards are also passed down from generation to generation .Unclearly, only those guests thought they could get the sincerity of these girls by taking some money, jewelry, and talking about each other.

Sure enough, even doing things with people is a big joke.How much is it really worth?Is it really worth it?The girls weighed their own minds.Whether you are qualified or not is another story.

On that day, Wen Niang uncharacteristically threw away the plain white long dress that she loved most and best suited her on weekdays, picked and picked, and took the bright red trailing skirt in Dong Niang's hand.

"Wen Niang, this..." Dong Niang was worried that it would be too eye-catching, and it would be thankless instead.

Yun Niang took a look at Wen Niang, shook her head, and stopped Dong Niang from obstructing.She knew that Wen Niang is actually the best match for the red clothes, her black hair is like a waterfall, her face is like a bright moon, and her demeanor is usually suppressed by the plain white silence. Everyone thinks that Wen Niang is a peacock in trouble , only Yunniang knew that she was originally Phoenix.

There are not many people who wear bright red in the harem, and this color is mostly the exclusive color of the aunt in the house. Even if someone wears bright red, they have to be embroidered with clichéd flowers.But Wen Niang doesn't have this set, just the dazzling red, which is a cinnabar mole, and it is also Yun Niang's heartache.

Yunniang knew that Wenniang had won when she saw Wenniang's jade hand taking the dress. She had imagined Wenniang wearing a blood-red wedding dress in her dreams countless times, walking gracefully in front of her.

Well now, the wedding dress is worn, but not for myself.

But Yunniang was still happy, very happy, like a few extravagant wishes in the world finally come true.

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