Lin Haoran walked towards the stairs, and when she passed by Hua Yingrong's table, she glared at Hua Yingrong angrily.

Hua Yingrong seemed to have nothing to do with herself, sitting there quietly and elegantly and continuing to use tea. It was only after Lin Haoran walked over that the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

As a business genius who has been honed by strict shopping malls since childhood, if you want to do one thing well, you will naturally take into account all aspects of various factors, and prepare corresponding remedies in advance.

"Cincha-sama has disembarked!"

A scholar saw Lin Haoran walking towards the stairs and said loudly.

As the news came, the surrounding scholars seemed very excited, and they turned their eyes to the fortune ship in the center.

The focus of this Oiran Contest should have belonged to the twelve Qinglou women with different postures, but as Lin Haoran walked to the stairs, he stole the limelight from the twelve Qinglou women, and naturally became the focus of the audience.

Lin Haoran was born with the name of "Bamboo Gentleman", and then shocked the world with the posture of "Lianzhong Liuyuan", and then won the reputation of "Lin Qingtian" by governing the place with an iron fist.

Now he is only twenty-two years old, and he has become the official of the Imperial History of the Left Deputy Capital of the Metropolitan Inspectorate, and has become a salt patrol.

There is one Oiran a year, but Lin Wenkui has only one in the whole world. Not to mention ten years, even if it is a hundred years, it is rare to see such a legendary figure, and it is naturally more attractive than Oiran.

"Does Lord-sama really want to write lyrics for Yuhime?"

"It should be so, this rain girl is also smart!"

"Huh...... It is the benevolence and righteousness of Lord Qincha who wants to raise more disaster relief funds for the people of Yangzhou! ”

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When the scholars heard that Lin Haoran had gone downstairs, they had an unbelievable look on their faces, and they started to talk about it. In particular, some scholars have recovered from the blow just now, and they have already developed expectations for Lin Haoran's poetry.

After a while, Lin Haoran came downstairs and boarded a small boat directly.

The boatman of the small boat had already been taken over by Lin Fu, sitting on the bow of the boat holding the oars, and grinning at Lin Haoran. When Lin Haoran got on the boat, he rowed steadily towards the Water Pavilion.

It's just that in the group of clippers who are responsible for delivering flowers and items next to them, the two boatmen quietly exchange glances.

"Which one is he singing?"

"That chick is shrewd, Lin Haoran naturally has to come up for the sake of fame!"

"Huh...... What's the use of writing poetry, isn't this Oiran contest poetry? ”

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The merchants and squires of the flower boat on Chen Boren's side saw that Lin Haoran was really going to the stage, but some people had doubts about it, but some people immediately gave an explanation, and more people had a gloating attitude.

Not to mention whether Lin Haoran can write good poems, even if he really creates good poems, it is not a candidate who can change the Oiran, everyone knows that the candidate he supports cannot get the Oiran, and he was defeated in the hands of Wei Guogong.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Haoran went to the Water Pavilion through the boat and directly boarded the stage of the big one.

Twelve Qinglou women with different styles watched Lin Haoran appear, even if it was that Xianglan, it was also a constant dark wave for this Lord Qincha, and they all had the intention of recommending themselves to the pillow.

Lin Haoran is now in the third rank of the left deputy capital of the imperial history, not only a handsome young man, but also a talented man who has learned the world, and has a supreme status, so he is naturally the favorite object of all the Qinglou women.

If they can get the favor of this Lord Qincha, not only will they jump out of the quagmire of the Qinglou in one fell swoop, but they will also live the life of a human being from now on, and the harvest will not be comparable to that of a small Oiran.

"The folk girl Qilan (Lanxiang, Yuji), I've seen Lord Qincha!"

Twelve of Yangzhou's top Qinglou women stepped forward one after another and saluted Lin Haoran.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no need to be polite!"

Lin Haoran's face was as usual, and he responded lightly.

It's different from the boat just drawn. At this time, he looked at these twelve top beauties up close, especially when he smelled the fragrance on their bodies, even if he was as calm as him, he also had a kind of heart to come to the beauty country.

"I wonder if Lord Qincha is willing to help the little girl?" Yu Ji threw the previous question out in public again, but because of Lin Haoran's official authority, her voice was obviously much quieter.

Although the surrounding audience had some guesses, they also looked at Lin Haoran nervously at this time, all eager for Lin Haoran to give an accurate answer.

"If the Chincha can write poems for the little girl, the little girl can also donate all the proceeds of today to disaster relief!" Miss Li Keke of Chunyu Building gritted her teeth and suddenly stood up and made a request.

Hey?

In the face of this sudden little change, everyone was also slightly stunned. This is undoubtedly a small variable, things have become complicated, and it is a test of Lin Haoran's wit.

Scold......

Xu Weiju had been sitting on the painting boat and looking at this side, and then he laughed gloatingly.

"Miss Yuji can have such kindness, why don't Ben Chin send you back!" Lin Haoran looked at Yu Ji gently, turned his head to Li Keke and said lightly: "Miss Keke, this is the only song in Ben Qincha!" ”

Although he always maintained a smile on his face, when his eyes fell on Li Keke, Li Keke immediately felt a sense of suffocation and felt the majesty of this superior.

Her move just now was undoubtedly opportunistic, and even deliberately made things difficult for Lin Haoran, how could she get Lin Haoran's good face?

The other Qinglou women were also people who were ready to move, but when they saw this situation, they all chose to remain silent. After all, even if they donated money for disaster relief, Lin Haoran did not get any benefits, and they clearly wanted to embarrass Lin Haoran by following the trend.

"Huh...... It is a great blessing to be able to see the poems of Chincha-sama in this year's Oiran Contest, and you can't be stingy with the flowers! Zhao Yuanwai learned that Lin Haoran really agreed to write poems for Miss Yuji, so he immediately announced the news loudly and took the opportunity to canvass for votes.

Lin Haoran glanced at Zhao Yuanwai lightly, and directly ordered: "Zhao Yuanwai, prepare pen and ink!" ”

"Yes!" Zhao Yuanwai nodded again and again, and immediately asked people to move the desk directly in front of Lin Haoran.

The twelve Qinglou women had already heard of Lin Haoran's poems, and almost all of them knew how to play and sing "Mulan Ci", and at this time they also took a step forward, curious about what new poems Lin Haoran would come out.

"Lord Qincha, thank you for your generosity, the little woman gave you inkstone!" Qilan did not have the slightest jealousy, and took the initiative to step forward with courtesy.

Lin Haoran nodded lightly and responded gently: "Miss Qilan, you're tired!" ”

Today he is dressed as a scholar, and when he reaches out to hold the pen, the whole person adds a scholarly atmosphere. He looked at the painting boat in front of him, looked very serious about dipping the ink, and then wrote two words on the white rice paper.

The sweetest voice in the audience was Miss Chen Wanwan from Cuizhulou, who stood in a good position at this time, looking at the two words generated on the rice paper, and helped recite it: "Yangzhou".

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked, and many people exchanged glances.