Two days later, the competition officially began.

There are several painting boats parked on the river, hanging lanterns, and the night is beautiful and moving. The shore near the painting boat is crowded with people, the nearby restaurant is full of business, and the best location is raised to a thousand gold, and even a thousand gold is difficult to buy, not to mention the guests on the painting boat, all of them are either rich or expensive, I heard that there are relatives of the emperor who come here to watch. Baizhu pulled Shi Shilin to jump onto the roof of the restaurant with light skills, and as soon as he came up, there were all martial arts people standing on it, so crowded that there was no place to sit.

"There are so many people." Shi Shilin said.

"yes."

A drop of cold sweat dripped down from Atractylodes. In ancient times, the absence of television was an exaggeration, and a game could be so exciting.

Suddenly, the crowd stirred, Baizhu looked over with everyone's sight, and in the distance of the river, many painting boats of Qinglou rushed over, each exquisite but with its own characteristics.

For example, there are lanterns, supplemented by carvings, which are exquisitely like a water lotus traveling in the water. Some of the painting boats are decorated with flowing tulle, which is hazy and dreamy. On some painting boats, there are different postures and styles, standing or lying, inviting some prostitutes, ring fat and thin, and throwing winks at the people on the shore.

In the shallow water near the shore, a high platform was erected, with no walls on all sides, and it was enjoyed from all directions. It is said that it is a fighting oiran, and the people who come are naturally the leaders in various brothels, not only beautiful in their own merits, but also a leader in their talents. There is an old bustard-like big voice to preside, to praise one by one, the girls go on the stage one by one, or play the piano or dance, basically these two things, although they are beautiful, but it is also difficult to distinguish between the superior.

Finally, someone named Baizhu was surprised. This person was wearing a gorgeous cyan robe, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and an orchid-like temperament. But it's obviously a man.

Baizhu finally listened to the introduction of the old bustard: "□□ Pavilion's Oiran Qingqiu Gongzi can be absolute." Brought two new pairs, but can anyone match them? ”

Atractylodes woke up from the fact that there was a man in the Oiran, and for the time being, he was intrigued and listened to his two couplets.

Qingqiu Gongzi smiled indifferently, the paper fan was opened, swayed gently, slender and handsome, Zhilan Yushu, the most is the son's romance, and the opening is a clear voice like flowing water: "The upper link below is - the ancient wood in front of the mountain stone rock is dry, and this wood is firewood." ”

There was a whisper at the bottom, some shook their heads and thought right, and some didn't know anything to watch the excitement and only said that Qingqiu Gongzi was powerful. This is a split word couplet, the mountain stone is the rock, the ancient wood is dry, and the wood is firewood. The ancient wood in front of the mountain stone rock is dry, and this wood is firewood. The sentence is coherent and humorous. This Qingqiu son deserves to be an Oiran and deserves it.

Baizhu secretly admired. It's just that he doesn't understand a little, why would such a talented person commit to the Qinglou Chu Pavilion? Why don't you go to the test for fame?

I also thought of the threshold of the ancient examination of fame. The children of prostitution and the three generations of businessmen cannot be officials. Maybe this Qingqiu is one of them? - There are always too many injustices and helpless actions in the world. Hawkers, but this is just a conjecture of Baizhu, who has seen such an incorrect thing, and there is no conjecture?

Such a pair, Baizhu is not right. The college entrance examination doesn't test the right pair, and in the seven years here, I have also practiced martial arts and piano, and I have read a lot of books, but I haven't invited a gentleman to teach seriously. Most of the things that Baizhu didn't understand would come over to explain, such a study of the wild road, where did he learn what pairs.

The crowd was agitated, and some people just wanted to raise their hands to think about what was wrong, so they changed it in contemplation. It's a really bad pair.

Suddenly, the host took the note from a small guy with a smile, and the little guy was soaking wet, obviously from the river painting boat. The guests in the river are all noble like the Golden Buddha, if they can get their favor, this Qingqiu prince can be regarded as a blessing.

The old bustard happily opened the note: "There is a distinguished guest who has a pair of Qingqiu Gongzi, and his next link is: in the scarf tent" The voice stopped abruptly, she was like a duck that was choked by the throat, and looked at Qingqiu on the stage with some panic.

"Give it to me." Qingqiu Gongzi Qingyue said, took the note in the hand of the old bustard, looked at it, and smiled slightly, "If someone really came up with the couplet below, the upper couplet is the ancient wood in front of the mountain rock and rock, and this wood is firewood." The next link given by this Lang Jun is that the woman in the scarf tent is good, and the girl is even better. Sure enough, the reconciliation is neat and funny. ”

There was no one talking down there. Those who understand know that this is the person on the painting boat, mocking Qingqiu, the man is not as good as a woman.

And Qingqiu didn't have an abnormality in the middle of the table: "There are two pairs prepared below, and there is another pair, please listen." ”

Qingqiu smiled lightly: "Wangjianglou, Wangjiangliu, Wangjianglou Wangjiangliu, Jianglou is eternal, Jiangliu is eternal." ”

"This" everyone in the audience looked at each other, this pair of carefully tasted, majestic, it is not difficult to see the ambition of people. It's just too hard. It's really eternal.

At this moment, a loud laugh came from the top of a painting boat. A man in a moon-white robe gently shook a folding fan and stepped on the bow of the boat and said loudly: "Race the poetry platform, race the poetry, race the poetry on the poetry platform, the poetry platform is peerless, the poetry is peerless." - Mr. has such a talent, but he has no job from now on. A good fighting Oiran was made into a poetry competition by Mr. Hahaha! Interesting! If I am willing to redeem my husband Qinglou, can my husband be my guest? ”

It was this moment that Qingqiu was waiting for. At that moment, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and Lang Sheng replied: "I am willing." ”

At that time, a woman's coquettish laughter came from a painting boat not far away: "The Qingqiu prince of the □□ Pavilion? It's just a matter of making a few pairs. This son, you asked him to be your guest, but you have thought about it? A woman in the slave family can also tell this so-called eternal absolute. Hello listen. - Printing the moon well, printing the moon shadow, printing the moon shadow in the printing moon well, the moon well for ten thousand years, the moon shadow for ten thousand years. - But this reason? ”

There was a commotion in the crowd. Someone shouted: "It's the Qingcheng girl from Happy Building!" She's the last Oiran! The Qingcheng girl is here, and this Oiran must be her!! Countless people echoed him.

All eyes were drawn to the river. There are two painting boats in the Happy Building, which are much larger than the others, and the lanterns, tulle, and night pearls are beautifully decorated. Suddenly, I heard the girl's voice fall, the red silk was thrown, hundreds of workers in the painting boat cabin used their strength, the two painting boats sailed to the left and right, a huge red silk was pulled in the middle, the two boats were separated by almost 20 meters, the red silk in the middle was pulled away by the two boats, and only the silk cloth at the center point hung softly on the water.

The Qingcheng girl was wearing a white ancient skirt and a pink tulle, the dark clouds were like piles, no powder, and the waist was folded in a slight step, showing a bright wrist in the light yarn. Walking out along the red silk connected by the two boats, it was as beautiful as a fairy under the moon.

Red silk on the water, Qingcheng walks like walking on the ground. Standing in the middle of the river, he blessed everyone slightly: "The Qingcheng girl in the Happy Building can do a swan dance." ”

The old bustard on the stage reacted and hurriedly said, "Yes! It's to the Happy Building! Please Qingcheng girl, the Qingcheng girl in the Happy Building, can do a swan dance. ”

Qingcheng saw that the old bustard was so at a loss, and burst out laughing.

The people on the shore don't know what day it is.

In the two painting boats of the Happy Building, music sounded left and right. Qingcheng is even more charming when he dances, it is not like a dance that can be seen in the world, ethereal and light. It's like a dream, like a wisp of smoke. The Qingcheng girl danced on the red silk in the water, as if she would jump into the water and become a dragon girl in the next second; It also seems that the next second will be under the feet of the wind and float into the immortals.

The crowd was fascinated. Baizhu also thinks it's beautiful, but he doesn't have a natural feeling for music, dance, or anything. Beauty is beauty. He never knows where the beauty is.

Baizhu looked at the dancing Qingcheng girl for a while, and then went to see the Qingqiu boy on the stage. It's just that I didn't see anyone, and when I looked at the boat with the pair, Qingqiu Gongzi didn't know when he stood beside the son.

And the boy didn't pay attention to the peerless dance, but said something to Qingqiu with a smile.

Beside the son, Baizhu met an acquaintance. The person with long beautiful hair, tall and handsome but wearing a crepe, and looking at the two people who were chatting happily with a black face, wasn't it Yan Wumu who was the national teacher of the dynasty and the owner of the Star Picking Building.

He seemed to be very unhappy, his eyes staring at the two people in the conversation, as if he was enduring something. Occasionally, when the man looked at him, he would quickly disguise himself as a distraction - as if innocently saying, 'I'm not staring at you'. When the man's eyes passed, he would darken his face again, and continue to stare unhappily.

Bai Zhu looked at it with interest for a while before retracting his gaze. "Shi Shilin?" Baizhu turned around and screamed softly, only to find that even if it was a rooftop, with such a dense crowd, the other party had long since known where he was squeezed out. Baizhu shook his head and slid off the roof. He's about to start his plan.

Baizhu silently slid through the crowd and into the water.

Swam towards the painting boat of the Happy Building.

At this moment, the crowd erupted in an exclamation. Bai Shu looked up violently, and saw that the red silk floating on the water was empty, and there was no one dancing in the moon. On the painting boats of the happy buildings on both sides, seven or eight strong men suddenly jumped into the river and swam towards the center, not knowing whether to save or arrest people. It's just that if there are people there, I'm afraid they won't be able to escape.

Baizhu smiled, just right, taking advantage of the chaos is a good time to blend in with the painting boat.

He swam forward at a faster pace, when an even greater commotion came, and someone shouted, "Murder! Killed!! The crowd suddenly lost control and fled in all directions, and in the crowd there were constantly people injured and buried at the soles of others' feet. Fortunately, there are many martial arts people here, and there is no shortage of decent gentlemen who come out of light to rescue the disordered crowd.

Seeing that the crowd was out of control, Baizhu immediately broke through the water, turned around, and flew towards the shore to join the rescue crowd.

At a casual glance on the way, the boat at the source turned out to be the one where the national teacher was. Qingqiu Gongzi was kneeling on the ground by several people wearing armor, holding a blood-dripping knife in his hand. And the national teacher Yan Wumu was lying in the arms of that son, his chest was bright red, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.