Flower Stealing Master Chapter 2077: Weird Oiran

Hearing this topic, everyone in the field applauded. The style of the Song Dynasty is prosperous. Even if the average person is not good at learning, but they have a vision, they can see the originality of the Oiran topic at a glance.

These elder brothers from the capital think about it one by one. Many of them are dull, but in Lin'an, where the talents gather, they are all stunned, and they have a bit of literary writing, not to mention these people who linger in the fireworks and willow alleys. Many brothels are pursuing literary talents, and they all have experience in similar things.

"Yes!" A young man stood up excitedly and handed the written poem to the maid. Soon the maid opened the paper and read, "Go to two or three li, four or five in Yancun, There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers."

"Okay!" I didn't expect someone to make it so soon, and a group of people around couldn't help but applaud. The young man arched his hands in all directions and looked at the shadow behind the curtain from time to time, feeling unhappy in his heart.

"This **** thing." The woman in the yellow shirt suddenly cursed slightly.

Song Qingshu was startled, and couldn't help but said: "I saw that the poem was done well."

The woman in the yellow shirt snorted and ignored him. Xue Baochai blushed and explained to him: "Baoyu, my uncle urged you to read more...This poem was written by the poet Shao Yong of the dynasty. Together with Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, and Cheng Yi, he is called the "Five Sons of the Northern Song Dynasty" and is a famous Confucian Confucianism."

"Really, haha~" Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel hot, thinking that it's no wonder the woman in the yellow shirt is going to get angry. Shao Yong is a sage of Jianshan Academy. As a result, this person used his poems to fight for the wind and jealousy here in the brothel, which is simply insulting.

However, the excitement of the group of people in the audience seems to be that few people know the origin of the poem. It really is a group of dudes who can only eat, drink and have fun.

Thinking of being scorned by the yellow shirt girl and Xue Baochai, Song Qingshu thought that fortunately, he would bear Jia Baoyu's identity, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

At this time, Xue Pan approached Xue Baochai: "Good sister, help my brother make a song. You know, I'm fine in fighting. It's too difficult for me to write poetry and lyrics." He was raised upside down in Lin'an City before. A group of idlers dealt specifically with this situation in the brothel, but this time to Xixia, it was naturally impossible to bring those gunmen with them. When they encountered this problem, they were immediately dumbfounded.

Xue Baochai snorted: "What kind of style is this? No help!"

Song Qingshu secretly laughed, and her sister helped her brother chase the prostitute-girl in the brothel. With Xue Baochai's temperament, she was embarrassed.

"Yes!" At this time, Shidao Lu threw the pen in his hand and handed in the written paper. The maid took it and showed it to the oiran and read it out: "After a goodbye, the two places are hanging together. Just say It is March and April, and who knows the five or six years? The lyre is unintentionally played, and the eight-line script is unacceptable. The nine links are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is eager to see. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of lines of thought, all helpless to blame."

"Okay!" There was another applause. It is difficult for everyone to distinguish between this article and the one just now, who has the better literary talent, but this word is more, probably more powerful, the key is that it also tells the lovesickness of men and women. Love, it seems more appropriate to use in today's environment.

Master Lu on one side smiled slightly and stood up: "I also have..."

Someone had been sent behind the bead curtain, and the maid quickly read out: "Thousands of words can't be finished, I'm bored, ten by the railing. Climb the nine to see the lone goose, the moon in the middle of August is not round in mid-autumn. July and a half. , Bing candle burning incense to ask the sky, in June, everyone shook my heart cold. The pomegranate was red like fire in May, but it was watered by the cold rain. In April, the loquat was not yellow, and I wanted to be upset about the mirror. Suddenly hurriedly. In March, the peach blossoms revolve with the water. Floating, and the kite line is broken in February. Hey, Lang Yalang, I hope that in the next life, you will come to me to be a male!"

"Okay, this word counts more!"

"The two sons of Lu are really great talents!"

"The two brothers really took advantage. As long as one came up with it, the other could compare it with an article."

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This time Song Qingshu didn't dare to applaud him rashly. The first reaction was to look at the yellow shirt woman and Xue Baochai on the side.

The girl in the yellow shirt ignored him as always. Xue Baochai couldn't help but smile when he saw his eyesight. "They are Zhuo Wenjun's "Poems of the Resentful Lang". Although they weren't written by themselves, they used it here to tell that. An oiran expresses his admiration, but it is also appropriate."

Xue Pan couldn't help but cursed: "Bah, what, it's so insincere to use a prostitute."

Hearing his vulgar language, Xue Baochai couldn't help smiling, and the woman in the yellow shirt also gave him a disgusting look. Song Qingshu felt that he was a little cute and straightforward.

Xue Pan’s voice didn’t deliberately lowered, and the Lu brothers in the distance heard it too, each of them turned black, stood up and bowed their hands to him: “I heard that the son of Xue family is great, I don’t know if we can write an article. Open your eyes."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a snicker in the field, what is the level of the Overlord? How can they not know the group of them from Lin'an?

"I...I..." When a crowd of people watched, and even vaguely felt that the oiran was staring at him, Xue Pan couldn't help but blush.

Xue Baochai frowned slightly, and took out a piece of paper and said, "Master Xue's has been done." She naturally didn't want to help her brother pick up girls, but she didn't want the Xue family's face to be broken, so she hesitated and came out. Helped my elder brother.

The maid took it away and read it out: "Nineteen moons are eight quarters round, seven talented men and six idiots, five watch, four drums and three sings, and February one sleeps in her arms."

Xue Baochai can't help it. Everyone knows his brother's urinary sex. If he uses too verbose sentences, everyone knows that he didn't write it. That's why he used this kind of limericks to have more of his style.

Xue Pan immediately swept away from the decline, and applauded himself: "Okay!"

The others secretly despised, only sparse applause rang out, but Xue Pan didn't care about these, and he arched his hands around in return, while chanting: "Thanks for the rewards."

Xue Baochai covered his eyes with his hands, feeling really embarrassed.

"A big Qiao and two young Qiaos, three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist. They applied five or six or seven points of powder, and the makeup was eight to ninety points delicate." Soon someone did it again, although the semantics were a bit vulgar, But in this environment of brothel, it attracted many men's praise.

At this moment, Master Lu on the side suddenly said, "I don't know what Master Jia can do?" Hearing his words, a group of people looked at Song Qingshu with complex expressions.

A few months ago, Jia Baoyu was definitely the leader of their group of princes, and no one dared to offend him, but now that Jia Sidao is dead and the Jia family has declined, they naturally have no scruples. These people felt uncomfortable thinking about the flattery to him in the past, and they were happy to see him embarrassed.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly and didn't care about it at all~ IndoMTL.com~ wrote an article and handed it out, not to mention Xue Baochai, even the girl in the yellow shirt looked curiously, but when I saw what he wrote, The expressions of the two women were suddenly very strange:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, twelve, thirteen, fourteen pieces."

The girl in the yellow shirt is more contemptuous, but Xue Baochai feels more embarrassing than his brother's embarrassment just now, thinking that in the future, he really has to urge Baoyu to read more.

Song Qingshu doesn't matter, anyway, he is not interested in this oiran or anything, let alone the one who lost Jia Baoyu. What is it about Song Qingshu?

After the maid got the bead curtain, there was a chuckle in it. It was obvious that the oiran was also amused. Song Qingshu shrugged, took a sip of tea nonchalantly, and waited to be eliminated directly.

Who knows that there was a nice voice inside: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, there are countless pieces that fly into the plum blossoms and you won’t see them. This poem is unique, good son. Literary talent."

Song Qingshu almost squirted out without a sip of tea, and Xue Baochai and the girl in the yellow shirt on the side looked at him with extremely strange eyes.