"What? Four hundred golden flowers? ”

When they heard this number, the people around them were immediately shocked.

You must know that 400 golden flowers are equivalent to 40,000 taels, plus the 100 golden flowers that Wei Guogong threw to Xianglan before, it has reached as much as 50,000 taels.

Spending so much silver taels in order to make a Qinglou woman popular in Four Seasons Building, even a group of wealthy salt merchants in Yangzhou were surprised and puzzled.

What is even more surprising is that after the Wei State Gazette announced the number, one after another clippers suddenly made a big move, and the starting point was the flower boat of the big salt merchant Chen Boren.

"Shanxi Yang Dashi donated fifty golden flowers to Xianglan girl!"

"Shanxi Fan Qianshan donated fifty golden flowers to Miss Lanxiang!"

"Yangzhou Chen Boren donated 100 golden flowers to Miss Lanxiang!"

……

The host Zhao Yuanwai got the list that had just been delivered, but he sang loudly on the spot, which made the atmosphere in the whole venue more strange, and then turned into shock.

Although in the past years' Oiran competitions, there have been many masters who have spent a lot of money. It's just that like this year, first Wei Guogong's big money was shocked, and then a group of salt merchants took action, but this is something that has never happened before.

At this moment, many talented people who were still fighting chicken blood were already disheartened. But no matter what kind of poems they dedicate to the girl they like, they have been reduced to a blank sheet of paper in the face of this powerful money.

In the blink of an eye, more than 800 golden flowers were sent to Xianglan, which was a full 80,000 or 90,000 taels of silver, which was far more than the number of previous years, at least the highest number of flowers in the past ten years.

Xianglan held the carefully prepared poem in her hand, but forgot to read it aloud.

She watched this pile of real money flowers rushing to her face, and the whole person seemed to be in a dream. Not to mention that she can get a share of it, this pile of golden flowers is enough for her to ascend to the throne of the Oiran, and her efforts over the years have been in vain.

The most important thing is that with the name of this Oiran, her worth in Yangzhou City has doubled, and she can marry better in the future, and even have the opportunity to become the favorite concubine of a certain big man.

"Lord Chincha, I have conceded!" Xu Pengju looked at everything in front of him with satisfaction, and turned his head to look at Lin Haoran with a smile.

Lin Haoran glanced at him, but remained silent.

Obviously, these people have been planning for a long time. Not only did Xu Peng raise his hand, but Chen Boren's gang also followed, already trying to use this Oiran Contest to make him unhappy.

Xu Pengju looked at Lin Haoran silently, but the smile on his face became thicker. It's just that he crossed Lin Haoran's figure and saw a dignified figure sitting not far away, but he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Ay......

For those scholars who supported Xianglan, they were naturally happy, but for those supporters of the other camps, they suddenly felt bored, and they shook their heads and sighed helplessly.

In the face of such a strong shot by Wei Guogong, and in the face of the strong support of those wealthy coarse salt merchants, it was a blow to them, and this year's Oiran Contest was already a game that did not belong to them.

Xianglan came up with a very good poem, and this poem revealed a strong love for her lover, which made many men even more confused.

It's just that none of this seems to matter, because even if she comes up with a limerick, the title of Oiran is already in her pocket.

When it was Jinfenglou Yuji's turn to appear, the reactions around her seemed very flat.

It's not that she doesn't have enough supporters, in fact, although she was born as a dark horse, she already has quite a lot of popularity. It's just that helplessly, her supporters were dissipated most of their passion by the just strong pandan.

Yu Ji is only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a first love face, her skin looks very fair, and her eyes are very smart, giving people a lively and lovely girlish feeling.

"Miss Yuhime, please!" Zhao Yuanwai raised his hand and quietly stepped aside.

Hey?

Everyone was waiting for Yu Ji to recite the poems, but they saw her fold the poems in her hand, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, she suddenly tore off the paper with force.

"This is a voluntary abstention!"

Many people saw this scene, especially some people knew that this Yuji was a woman with a true temperament, and even guessed helplessly.

Yu Ji threw the confetti to the ground, her eyes clearly revealed stubbornness and unwillingness, and she suddenly said aloud to the tallest and largest flower boat in front of her: "The folk girl heard that Lord Qincha's poems are shocking, if Lord Qincha can write a poem for the little girl, the little woman is willing to donate all the proceeds of today to disaster relief!" ”

Hey?

Hearing this request, everyone turned their heads to look at Lord Qincha on the flower boat.

The talent of this Lord Qincha is naturally unquestionable, and many poems in the past are still sung in Yangzhou, and many poems are destined to be passed down through the ages. If he could write poetry here, the other poems would have been bleak and irrelevant.

Although many talented people are also eager for this Lord Qincha to compose poems, many people know that Yuhime's trick is not good. Now, Lan Xiang is destined to win the throne of the Oiran, and it is impossible for Lin Haoran to participate in this dispute that must be lost.

Yu Ji on the stage looked ignorant and fearless, and asked again: "I wonder if Lord Qincha is willing to help the little girl?" ”

Lin Haoran was drinking tea, but when she heard this request, she was slightly stunned.

"Lord Qincha, this beauty begs for help, and this matter is related to disaster relief funds, can you refuse?" Xu Pengju's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately smiled beside him.

Lin Haoran took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Guogong is so elegant, how about he go up for Ben Qin?" ”

"Huh...... People call your name, you ...... It can't be Jiang Lang's end, right? Xu Pengju looked at Lin Haoran and wanted to shirk, so he deliberately rejected it.

The voice was not small, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Yangzhou Mansion Tongzhi Cao Tengfei and other officials couldn't grasp Lin Haoran's true intentions, but they all pretended not to hear it, and their eyes fell on the stage.

"Wei Guogong, that Qin Cha is ugly!" Lin Haoran put down the teacup and stood up very simply.

When it comes to his identity, he naturally doesn't need to decorate himself with poetry. It's just that now, he has a reason to do this, after all, he is participating in this Oiran Contest with a purpose today.

Hey?

Xu Pengju looked at Lin Haoran so simply, but he was a little stunned, this person was really too calm, which was obviously inconsistent with his expectations. But when I thought about it, I suddenly laughed.

No matter what amazing poems Lin Haoran came up with after he came to power, it was just a humiliation. After all, this grand event is determined by financial resources, and he has now taken the Oiran into his pocket.