After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

"If not, Mr. Bai, let's go and have a try." Yushu saw Bai Miao's entanglement, and he said warmly: "Over the years, if my vision is correct, the men and women who participated in the flower selection festival, from the princess to the prince, down to There are common people, but everyone covers up their appearance, so it doesn't hurt."

"The princess and the prince are here too?" Rong Su couldn't believe it. After all, all along, in her mind, she felt that the ancients paid great attention to etiquette, righteousness and shame, especially for those families with deep family backgrounds, who showed their faces in Zuifang Court like this It is absolutely impossible; moreover, if it is a princess or a prince, there must be no shortage of gold taels. If this is the case, why come to participate?

Seeing the doubt in Rong Su's eyes, Yushu said, "Because of the flower name."

"Flower name?" Bai Miao and Rong Su repeated in unison.

"Yes, it's the name of the flower." Yushu explained: "The name of the flower came from My Drunken Fangting, and only the winner of the flower selection festival can get it. , skin to take a name from thousands of flowers, that is the name of the flower."

"As soon as the name of the flower comes out, it is famous all over the world. Many people come here for this name. Even if they cover their faces, as long as they have the special jade carving made by Zuifangting in their hands, it can be regarded as a kind of popularity. It is not an exaggeration to say that the beauty is a weather vane, even if it is just a false name, it is enough for many people..."

After a pause, Mr. Yushu smiled, "As for someone like Mr. Bai who came here for money, you are the first one I have ever seen."

Rong Su let out a "puchi" laugh, "Hahahaha..."

"Don't laugh," Bai Miao said helplessly.

The main reason is that Bai Miao also has his own thinking. Now he is preparing for the arsenal, and he is constantly investing money in mining and mining. Even though he owns a hot shop under his name, most of the money he earns is small money. Slowly accumulating, it is indeed difficult to come up with a huge sum of money in a short period of time, and Bai Miao himself does not want to always ask Emperor Wu for it, after all, he has relied too much on him from the beginning to now.

Therefore, the Flower Selection Festival set up in Mr. Yushu's Drunken Fang Court has become a channel for Bai Miao to target. If he can really win...

Come on, that's ten thousand taels of gold!

"I will participate!" Bai Miao made a final decision.

"Good job!" Rong Su gave a thumbs up.

Yushu raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Then I'll send someone to prepare for Mr. Bai."

Bai Miao just used his modern thinking to measure everything, and felt that there was nothing wrong with covering his face to participate in this flower selection festival.

In addition, it can be said that he participated in three links, if he wins, he can get ten thousand taels of gold for nothing, and if he fails, it seems that there is no loss, so Bai Miao's consideration of this matter is simple and powerful.

But at this moment, he forgot that there is a Emperor Wu who knows everything behind him and has a strong desire to control and possess. If the "small-minded" Tu Xiuting finds out, it may end badly today...

It's a pity that at this moment, Bai Miao and Rong Su didn't realize the problem.

So, for the sake of ten thousand taels of gold, Bai Miao rushed the ducks to the shelves like this, and became a contestant to participate in the flower selection festival tonight.

But Rong Su, as the president of his senior's support club, sat in the "VIP seat" with Yu Shu early on, and wanted to watch Bai Miao's match schedule from the most perfect perspective.

In the evening, the Flower Selection Festival came as scheduled.

On the first floor of Zuifangting, there is a table tens of feet long, and a beautifully dressed girl walked up with her waist twisted, "Everyone, please be well at night, this is our three-yearly event in Zuifangting. You must have been looking forward to the Flower Festival for a long time, right?"

Looking at the age of 25 or [-], the Hua Niang spoke with a bit of air, "We don't gossip too much, and this will start quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, a rain of flower petals fell from the roof of Zuifangting, with a luxurious fragrance, which made the atmosphere here reach a small climax for a while.

"Quick! Let's start!"

"Come on, come on, let's see what beauties there are this year!"

"I think Fei'er in Drunken Fangting can give it a try!"

"What is Fei'er? If you want me to say it's better than Yu'er!"

"A-actually, I think that no one can compare to Master Guoshi..."

"Although that's the case, it's not something we can imagine."

"Hurry up and shut up! If you dare to criticize Master Guoshi behind your back, you will be punished by God!"

……

Everyone was chattering, and finally ushered in the first match—pairs.

But at this moment, Bai Miao was sitting in a separate cubicle behind the table in the hall, in front of him was a gauze screen, which allowed him to clearly see everything on the opposite stand; in front of him was a small The table, bamboo paper, and brushes are fully prepared.

Hua Niang pointed to a row of screens on the side of the stands, and said, "Just like in the past few years, the beauties participating in the flower selection festival this time have already sat behind the screens, while the audience under the stands each have their own A small basket of flowers, when the time comes, if you have someone you want to be happy with, just put your flowers in the bamboo basket in front of the screen."

About four places outside the screen, there are bamboo baskets corresponding to each screen. They are all empty at the moment, but I believe they will gradually be filled in a short while.

There are a total of 23 screens here, and numbers are embroidered with golden silk thread on each of them. As for Bai Miao, he sits behind two screens.

"Now let's start the first game—pairs. These pairs are all made by our boss. There are three in total. The one who chooses the right pair can enter the next round. Now, I will show the first pair. A pair." With a smile on her face, Hua Niang took out a roll of bamboo paper from her cuff, opened it gently, and read: "Shanglian-Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Liu, Wangjiang Downstairs, Wangjiang Liu , the river towers through the ages, the river flow through the ages."

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy hall gradually quieted down. People's noisy cheers turned into whispered discussions. Frowning their brows or shaking their heads from time to time, they revealed a cleanliness.

Hua Niang smiled and said: "The beauties behind the screen can hear clearly, right? There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on your desks. If you have an answer, write it down. When our flower drum is struck for the third time At that time, the bamboo paper on which you wrote the answers will be received by me, and I will announce them one by one. After the three pairs are all over, the judges in the audience will finally present the flowers in their hands. Whoever wins."

Afterwards, Hua Niang stood quietly on one side.

As for Bai Miao behind the screen, she was already holding a brush and ready to write.

Thanks to the education he received in the palace in the past, Bai Miao did not run out of ink in his stomach. In addition, he still has a lot of classic couplets that have been seen in modern times and summed up by the predecessors in his mind. , Free play can also be picked up.

"Jianglou, Jiangliu..." He murmured softly, holding a pen in his hand and slowly writing on the bamboo paper, "Pingze, uh..."

The flower drum outside the screen was beaten once, twice, three times, and when Hua Niang stood in the middle of the stage again, there was already a stack of ink-stained bamboo paper in the tray in her hand.

"Now, hang out all the answers to the first pair!"

As he said that, a clever servant beside him hung up the pieces of bamboo paper with gold rods one by one, and the answer written by the flower picker also appeared in everyone's field of vision.

At the same time, in the compartment on the side of the second floor.

"puff!"

"What are you doing? Drink tea and drink it well, why are you getting it everywhere!" Chu Ran frowned, and wiped himself with a handkerchief. There was a dark mark on his purple robe, which was from Chu Ran. The warm tea spouted from Yu's mouth.

"Damn it! It's not that I don't drink tea properly!" Chu Yu wiped the corners of his mouth with a big hand, gave Chu Ran a blank look and sneered, "You just watched, I'm afraid I'm going to drink tea too!"

Standing on one side, Zhao Yi'an lightly stroked his mask, thinking that the two brothers might start to fight each other again.

"What's the point of losing your temper?" Chu Ran didn't believe Chu Yu's nonsense at all.

"Heh," Chu Yu said, "Look in the hall downstairs now, and look at the second handwriting hanging on the pole. If I can't do it, you won't be surprised!"

Chu Ran didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but somehow his heart jumped again, and he turned his head impatiently and looked out from the small window on the side of the wing.

Bang!

A cyan teacup fell to the ground, the fragments splashed everywhere, and the hot tea dazed the carpet.

"Haha, did you see it? The teacup was dropped, and you're talking about me?" Chu Yu gloated.

Chu Ran frowned, and clenched his cuffs with his fingers, "This is His Majesty's handwriting..."

Soon, he refuted himself again, "No, no, His Majesty's handwriting should be more majestic and majestic... The person who can write like His Majesty's handwriting is the little Highness..."

Seeing that Chu Ran lost his mind, Chu Yu was delighted, "It must be His Royal Highness's handwriting! Are you surprised or not?"

After Zhao Yi'an heard the words "Little Highness", an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.Because he has been working beside Chu Ran and Chu Yu for more than a year, he knows very well that the little highness is Bai Miao, so that it is really difficult for him to be in the same building as Bai Miao now. Words of panic.

At first, he was hostile and hated to Bai Miao, but later this feeling became a kind of envy and longing. After he almost experienced a dead end, and was spared his life by Bai Miao's pleading, Zhao Yi'an used to The messy emotions in his heart also disappeared completely - the things that should not be forced will never be his, but it is a pity that when he understands this truth, it is already too late.

Fortunately, he started again now. Although he lost his appearance and couldn't speak, Zhao Yi'an at this moment would not feel any resentment, and he even felt grateful to Bai Miao in his heart—he wanted to say something to Bai Miao face to face, and he owed it to Bai Miao. The other party apologized.

Although Zhao Yi'an knew that the current Bai Miao might not have remembered or never cared about those things.

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