Before the four Oirans appeared, the enthusiasm of the crowd was already high, and some of the literati shook their heads and pointed to the handmaidens who were frolicking on the bow deck.

And several handmaidens, under the hot gaze of many men on the shore, covered their mouths one by one and chuckled, their faces were dizzy and shy.

One of them, a big-eyed maid with a delicate body and a melon seed face, seemed to be quite bold.

She stood on the bow deck, facing everyone, raising a pink scarf in her hand and waving it, and the autumn waves secretly sent it, causing the literati on the shore to have a dry mouth and a burst of restlessness.

The big-eyed maid is named Xiang'er, and she often wanders in the Fengyue place in Jinyang City, and she is known to be the personal maid of the "Meixianglou" Oiran Yan Feixue Yan girl.

Yan Feixue is unique in color and art, ranking first among the four major Oiran in Jinyang City, and her personal maid will naturally not be bad.

"Look, Miss Xiang'er is greeting me!"

"Your eyes are not good, Miss Xiang'er is obviously waving to me!"

"I won't hide it from you, Miss Xiang'er and I are already good friends!"

"Hehe, I'm still Miss Xiang'er's guest of the scene!"

"Whew! You are short and poor, will Miss Xiang'er take a fancy to you? ”

"What the are you going to try?"

……

The literati on the bank of the river, because of a fragrant girl, are fighting with red faces and red ears, and their sleeves are curled, and they have the potential to fight at any cost.

It wasn't until Xiang'er turned around and entered the flower boat that the shore was quiet.

After a few moments, Xiang'er reappeared.

With a smile on her face, she walked to the bow deck, raised her hand to stroke the hair that was blown away by the wind, glanced at the people on the riverbank, and then saluted, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Your sons are invited, the slave family is the maid Xiang'er of Miss Yan Feixue Yan of 'Meixianglou'." Entrusted by my young lady and the other three young ladies on the flower boat, the slave family came to say a few words to your sons......"

There are dozens of large and small flower buildings in Jinyang City, among which Meixiang Building, Huamanlou, Yixiang Building, and Mingyue Building are the four largest, the highest grade, and the most famous.

Among the four major Oiran, Yan Feixue belongs to Meixiang Building, Li Wanru belongs to Huamanlou, Shen Linglong belongs to Yixiang Building, and Yang Qingyan belongs to Mingyue Building.

The four women are the Oiran of each floor, among which Yan Feixue is the best and is the first of the four Oiran.

It is extremely rare for the four Oiran to appear at the same time, so it has attracted a lot of attention, and those conceited literati are here today, and everyone wants to win the favor of beauty.

The maid Xiang'er has a graceful body and a pretty appearance, and at this time, the sandalwood mouth is lightly opened, and the voice is crisp and beautiful, which is really pleasing to the eyes and ears.

On the bank of the river, some literati who thought they were uneducated and had no chance to meet Yan Feixue began to lower their goals and hit Xiang'er with their ideas, thinking that if they couldn't see Yan Feixue, it would be good to hook up with this charming and pretty maid beside her.

I only heard Miss Xiang'er continue: "Today is the Moon Festival, and it is the day when my Zhao Kingdom celebrates together...... Today, the flower boats of the four major flower buildings are accompanied here, and you must all know what is going on, so the slave family will not repeat it here......"

She cleared her throat and pursed her lips and smiled: "Now, the four young ladies have prepared wine and food, adjusted the piano and zheng, and set up the silver taels in their respective flower boats, waiting for the talented son to enter the ......."

As soon as Xiang'er's words fell, someone by the river couldn't help but shout loudly: "Miss Xiang'er, don't sell Guanzi anymore!" Take out your lady's question and take a look! ”

The other literati all came prepared, and they all came together, claiming that they were.

"Don't worry, sons, listen to Xiang'er......"

Xiang'er smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "My young lady and the other three young ladies on the flower boat are all a little literate, and tonight they are in good spirits, and they each came up with a couplet ......."

As soon as she said this, someone understood what she meant: "So the first topic of the four young ladies is to test our ability to couplet?" ”

Xiang'er smiled and nodded: "You sons are smart, and you can guess it." After a while, the four flower boats will each take out the upper couplet, which young lady you like, please show the lower couplet they show. Then you can take on the second question. ”

"Haha...... What this son is best at is couplets! Miss Xiang'er, quickly take out your lady's Shanglian and let my son taste it! ”

One of the gentlemen laughed loudly.

Zhao Guo has a strong literary style and has produced many talents, from eighty-year-old men to eight-year-old children, almost everyone can chant a few lines of poetry and a few pairs.

What's more, the people standing on the bank of the river at this moment are all literati and talented people who think highly of themselves?

Xiang'er and the three maidservants on the decks of the three adjacent flower boats nodded to each other, and then each turned back into the flower boat.

After ten breaths, in the urging of everyone, Xiang'er and the other four maidservants appeared at the bow of the boat again, each holding a scroll of paper in their hands, standing with Yingying.

Everyone knew that the scroll must be the couplet made by the four oirans, and they waited for the four maidservants to unfold the scroll.

Xiang'er and the other four maidservants' eyes fluttered, and almost at the same time unfolded four scrolls of paper.

Someone on the shore was quick to speak, and had read aloud the Shanglian written on the paper scroll in four different Juanxiu fonts:

"Hong is a riverside bird...... This is Miss Light Smoke's uplink. ”

"People used to be monks, and people can become Buddhas...... This is like a lady's uplink. ”

"The wind is blowing and the frost is falling, and the snow is falling in front of the house...... This is Miss Linglong's uplink. ”

"Freezing rain sprinkles the window, two o'clock in the east, three o'clock in the west...... This is the upper link of the Snow Maiden. ”

The upper couplets of the four oirans were different in terms of type and difficulty, and the literati on the bank of the river began to bow their heads and frown and think about it after seeing it.

"For the sake of fairness, if you have any ideas for the next link, please don't say it. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the ship, and the sons can board the ship and write them down, and the slaves will announce them in public in a while......"

Everyone was thinking about it, and Xiang'er said crisply.

It didn't take long for several literary literati to raise their arms and claim that they had thought of the next couplet.

So at the invitation of the four maidservants, the men got on the flower boat with their heads held high, wrote down the couplets they had come up with on paper, and then covered them up for the time being, waiting for a moment to be made public.

The answer to the lower couplets of those couplets is not the only one, as long as the battle is neat and fits with the upper couplet, it can be regarded as passing the test of the first question.

"Sir, think of a pair! There were one hundred taels of silver in each flower boat, and four hundred taels in four flower boats...... That's enough meat to buy for ......."

Yang Fugui saw that there were people boarding the four flower boats to fight against him, but Mr. Yang was not in a hurry, and he couldn't help scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

Yang Xu patted Yang Fugui on the shoulder: "Fugui, now you know the importance of reading, right?" To earn money, you need to know everything! ”

"But I really can't learn!"

Yang Fugui said with a bitter face.

He can't read a lot of words, he only has brute strength, so it's okay to let him work, but let him read and write, it's even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Alright, wait for me here......"

Yang Xu straightened his clothes and raised his hand high: "Miss Xiang'er, my son also thought of the next link!" ”

"Miss Xiang'er, don't you have a downlink!"

Almost at the same time as Yang Xu spoke, a voice sounded beside him.

Everyone's eyes shifted and fell on the two of them, some were envious and some were jealous.