After the scholar finished the advertisement, as if receiving a signal upstairs, a gong suddenly sounded, and a girl wearing an emerald dress and dressed in flowers came out of the room and came to the stage in the middle of the two stairs.

The ruffle skirt was cut in one color, and the hibiscus opened to both sides of the face. This girl who ran for the Oiran was named Cuicui, a first-class beauty in our Wanhualou, and the sons who liked her could buy flowers and put them in her basket. Flowers are only sold for ten taels of silver, as the saying goes, it is hard to buy a favorite, and the sons who like Cuicui girls hurriedly offered flowers to her!"

"I'll send ten flowers to Miss Cuicui!"

"I'll send twenty!"

Several voices sounded one after another, and soon, Cuicui's flower basket was filled, and she made a blessing salute to the stage, and silently retreated to the right side of the staircase stage.

Immediately after, the door of another room on the second floor opened, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walked down.

"The girl is ashamed, and the years are worry-free. The girl who ran for the Oiran was named Tingting......"

The four girls who ran for the Oiran appeared one after another, and they all harvested a lot of flowers.

Immediately after, Wen Qian walked out of the door wearing a red gauze dress, combed a peach blossom bun on his head, slightly bowed his chin, and walked down the stairs.

The old bustard raised his voice and said, "The clouds turn with the song of the green water, and the snow dances around the red silk and hangs its sleeves." The last girl to run for the Oiran is named Qianqian, and she is a great singer and dancer, and the sons who like her are quick to flowers!"

"Poof!"

Shen Hanyang squirted out a mouthful of soda and laughed while coughing.

What the hell is Qianqian's name, it seems that even Aunt Wen doesn't call her that, right?

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because it suddenly occurred to him that he was going to call Wen Qian by this fleshy title next......

"Thousands of girls, I'll produce five hundred!"

Just when Shen Han Yang was extremely sad, the scholar beside him suddenly stood up and shouted.

The others were in an uproar, and they all threw surprised or admiring glances at him.

The old bustard said with a smile: "Wang Gongzi is very generous, as soon as he makes a move, he gave a hundred flowers to Qianqian Girl, and with Wang Gongzi's generous help, it seems that the title of this Oiran is going to fall into the pocket of Qianqian Girl." ”

The scholar patted Shen Hanyang on the shoulder with a bold face, and arched his hand to everyone: "Sending flowers to Qianqian girls today is mainly for my brother Shen Xian." Since ancient times, talented people have been matched with beautiful women, thousands of girls have both singing and dancing, and Shen Xian's younger brother is eight fights, if the two can achieve good things, they will definitely be able to pass on a good story. ”

The old bustard cheered loudly: "The righteousness of the prince is admirable! But if you want to achieve this marriage, you need to ask the meaning of thousands of girls." After speaking, he stepped forward and asked Wen Qianlai in a low voice.

The scholar smiled and said to Shen Hanyang: "Brother Shen Xian, as a brother, I can only help you here." ”

Shen Hanyang's brain was a little explosive, and the corners of his eyes twitched and said, "It doesn't seem to be this paragraph in the script......"

The scholar looked confused and said, "Brother Shen Xian, what are you talking about, why can't you understand it?"

Shen Hanyang looked at his expression, and immediately knew that he had been cheated by the program team, so he sighed helplessly and looked towards the stage.

At this time, the old bustard's artistic conception walked to the front of the stage again, and said to Shen Hanyang: "Qianqian girl, she has heard of Shen Gongzi's name for a long time, I hope Shen Gongzi can compose a poem, if she can satisfy Qianqian girl, she not only doesn't want Shen Gongzi to pay for her to comb it for her, but also pays for her own redemption, serving tea and water to serve Gongzi." ”

"The ancients went to the Qinglou to find a girl, which is really a technical job. ”

Shen Hanyang complained in a low voice, looked at the poems that popped up in the system, and after looking at them, he cleaned up his mood, picked up the wine glass, and walked towards the stairs with his right hand behind his back.

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. ”

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

After reading the poem, Shen Hanyang happened to come to Wen Qian, pushed the wine glass in front of Wen Qian, and bowed slightly: "Qianqian girl, are you still satisfied with this clumsy work? If you are satisfied, you will drink this cup." ”

The scene suddenly fell silent.

After listening to Shen Hanyang's poem, the scholar looked at Shen Hanyang with wide eyes, and shouted in his heart that it was unscientific!

He felt that Shen Hanyang was too out of the box, shouldn't the normal process be that you were stumped, and then I stood up to help you out?

You've made poems here, how will you act in the future?

He looked at the choreographer next to him with a look of resentment, and felt that he had got a fake script......

The choreographer also looked sluggish, lowered his head and flipped through the script, and after making sure that he hadn't made a mistake in the process, he couldn't help but gasp.

it!

Shen Hanyang is too tricky, he can actually compose poems on the spot!

And the poem sounds...... It's actually quite smooth!

The choreographer, who was shocked, felt a tingling on his scalp, and said to the scholar: "Skip this part, continue the cue process, and let him write down the poem." ”

The scholar received the instructions and hurriedly beckoned to the old bustard: "Mother Liu, why don't you go to the Four Treasures of the Wenfang and ask Brother Shen Xian to transcribe his masterpiece for future generations to enjoy!"

The old bustard reacted, smiled and waved his handkerchief: "I have been ready for a long time." ”

When the words landed, a girl dressed as a maid came to Shen Hanyang with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Shen Hanyang looked down at the things in the tray and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Writing calligraphy can be rare for others, and it is rare for him to be a small expert in big-character posters in the sunshine community?

He glanced contemptuously at the choreographer on the side, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper with the line of calligraphy.

After writing, he threw the brush back in a chic manner, and caught a glimpse of the brush accurately falling on the director's face, leaving a thick ink mark on his face, and then he was satisfied, and smiled at Wen Qian: "Qianqian girl is still satisfied with this poem?"

Wen Qian looked at the poems written by Shen Hanyang for her, and words related to love such as red beans and acacia were intertwined in her eyes, which made her head dizzy, and her heart was filled with an emotion that she had never experienced.

She involuntarily took the wine glass handed to her, raised her hand and drank it all, and then secretly glanced at Shen Hanyang, who was smiling, and her cheeks instantly became red.

Shen Hanyang looked at her demeanor and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

What's the situation, why did Wen Qian drink red face? The soda in the cup was replaced with real wine?

The old bustard looked at Shen Hanyang, who was in a daze, with an ambiguous expression on his face, nudged him, and laughed: "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and Shen Gongzi still doesn't help Qianqian girls go back to the house~"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Shen Hanyang came back to his senses, helped Wen Qian upstairs, and was guided to the room prepared in advance.

After entering the room, Shen Hanyang closed the door, sat down on the bed, and after taking a long breath, he began to take off his boots.

At this time, Wen Qian had not woken up from the dizziness he had never experienced, and when he saw that Shen Hanyang had gone to bed and took off his boots, his body immediately trembled, and he stammered: "Ah Yang, you ...... In your script...... The two of us ...... Do you want a cave house? This ...... This...... Isn't that okay?"

Shen Hanyang raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and looked at her with sharp eyes: "What do you want?" These boots are uncomfortable, I just take them off to breathe, and if you want to have a room with me, it has to be another price!"

Wen Qian: "???"

Who the hell is the Oiran in the Qinglou?!