In just a few breaths, reason triumphs over impulse.

Xu Peng walked straight to the empty chair next to him with a straight face, although he was very unhappy in his heart, and wanted to give this kid a little color, but he didn't have the capital to turn his face.

It is true that he is the high-ranking Duke of Wei, but when it comes to power, he is far inferior to this proud Qincha. Since the Tumubao Rebellion, their nobles have lost their military power, and they have been suppressed by the civilian class.

Even if a new Zhenwu camp was built in Nanjing, the people who held the military power of this military camp were civilian officials, and their nobles became decorations, especially their Nanjing nobles were even more worthless.

The most important thing is that because he lives in Nanjing City all the year round, he doesn't have much intersection with the emperor, and he doesn't even have the surname Zhu, let alone get the emperor's favor.

A prince who failed to gain the emperor's favor and had no military power in his hands, like a plucked phoenix, was powerless to compete with this Qincha who patrolled salt as the left deputy capital imperial history.

Cao Tengfei, the same governor of Yangzhou Mansion, and Chen Feng, the general judge of Yangzhou Mansion, saw Xu Pengju's actions in his eyes, but he didn't have much sympathy in his heart, and he could only blame this prince for being too self-conscious.

If Lin Haoran was an ordinary Beijing official, a messenger who just wanted to make money from Huaiyan, he would not dare to offend this prince easily. It's just that Lin Haoran is an iron-fisted man who wants to break all resistance to rectify the salt government, how can he be afraid of him?

On the contrary, as soon as this prince appeared, he was aggressive, so how could he blame Lin Haoran for falling directly on his face?

"Ladies and gentlemen, sit down!"

Lin Haoran watched Xu Pengju sit down, and raised his hand to the officials present with a smile.

"Chincha-sama, please!"

Yangzhou Mansion Tongzhi Cao Tengfei and other officials naturally did not dare to make a mistake, and raised their hands to ask Lin Haoran to sit down first.

Seeing Lin Haoran sit down again, they also sat back in their seats and watched the performance on the stage again. It's just that they all know in their hearts that today's Oiran Contest may not be too peaceful.

Wei Guogong sat down in his seat, and someone brought a tea cup.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, as if nothing had happened just now, but suddenly turned his head to Lin Haoran and asked, "Lord Qincha, I don't know who you like?" ”

Yu Ji just now has already gone down, and the one sitting in front of the stage playing at this time is the top brand Qilan of Mingchun Building.

Qilan is about eighteen or nine years old, and her appearance and posture are excellent, giving people a gentle feeling. Now she is wearing a purple Luo skirt, and her fair-skinned slender jade hands are gently plucking the strings, and she is playing and singing "Mulan Ci".

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable."

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But I don't know if she likes this song very much in order to please Lin Hao, and it is on stage that she performs it to the fullest, so that many people present are fascinated when they hear it.

The breeze gently blew the wicker on the opposite bank, and several people on the stone road paused and looked towards this person's stage. Although they don't know how to appreciate it, they are also intoxicated.

Lin Haoran ate the bun in his hand, knowing that Wei Guogong had a provocative intention, but still said lightly: "Qilan's piano skills are very good!" ”

Although the eyes of Cao Tengfei, the same governor of Yangzhou Mansion, and Chen Feng, the general judge of Yangzhou Mansion, have been staring at the stage, their ears are listening to the movements here, and they have long guessed that Lin Haoran wants to support Qilan.

Now, when I heard that Lord-sama personally confirmed it, I suddenly knew who I should give the flowers to later.

This Oiran Contest is a game of the big guys, they can't control the outcome at all, and the only thing they can do is to keep in line with the big guy in order to curry favor with the big guy.

"Definitely, although the sound of this piano is good, it is too compassionate!" Xu Pengju glanced contemptuously at Qilan on the stage, and then said confidently: "But the national prince thinks that this Oiran must be the pandan of the Four Seasons Building!" ”

Hey?

Cao Tengfei, the same governor of Yangzhou Mansion, and Chen Fengming, the general judge of Yangzhou Mansion, immediately exchanged glances, and faintly smelled a trace of gunpowder.

Lord Qincha clearly said that he wanted to support Qilan, but this Duke of Wei threatened to make the Oiran not the genus of Pandan Grass, and the dispute that had just settled down was already going to continue in the dispute over the Oiran.

"Really?" The corners of Lin Haoran's mouth rose slightly, and he twisted his head to the other side, and Lin Fu, who was standing next to him, immediately sent his ears over to listen carefully.

Wei Guogong glanced at Lin Fu who had left in confusion, but he soon knew the answer that Lin Haoran had given him.

After a while, a man rowed a small boat towards the water pavilion and carried a large basket of flowers. Obviously, this is Lin Haoran responding to him with actions, determined to support Qilan.

Wei Guo went to this Yangzhou city to participate in the Oiran Contest in the calendar year, whether it was He Dongxu, the prefect of Yangzhou, or the two Huai capital transfer envoys, they were all respectful to him, and when he received this kind of courtesy.

It's just that people are old and sophisticated, but they are a bit of a city government, and they didn't attack in public, but looked at Lin Haoran with a smile. He said silently in his heart: Let you be proud for a while, and you will know who the world revolves around after a while.

The Oiran Contest has the rules of the Oiran Contest, and although it is related to power, it is always money that decides.

After Qilan finished playing, after learning that Lin Haoran had sent thirty flowers, she also walked to the front of the stage and thanked Lin Haoran for the boat: "Thank you Lord Qincha for holding the thirty golden flowers, the little girl is here to thank you!" ”

Qilan chose to thank her with great fanfare at this time, firstly, to express her importance and respect for Lin Haoran, and secondly, she wanted to send a signal to the outside world that she had won the support of this Lord Qincha.

But whether it is in officialdom or in Shilin, Lin Haoran has a strong influence. Now that she has won Lin Haoran's support, there are naturally a lot of "follow-up tickets" behind her.

With the Yangzhou prefect He Dongxu, the Nanjing household department member Wailang and the two Huai all transferred envoys to be demoted or dismissed, no one dared to underestimate this Qincha lord, and naturally watched his every move.

Knowing that Lin Haoran sent fifty flowers to Qilan, he smashed five thousand taels, and the person he wanted was already obvious.

"He really wants to support Qilan!"

"It's not hard to guess, his Mrs. Ru has started Mingchun Building!"

"Huh...... I'm afraid that he will backfire, Qilan is worse than Xianglan, not to mention that Wei Guogong has already said that Xianglan is an Oiran! ”

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Chen Boren and the others were gathering on another flower boat, facing Lin Haoran's blatant support for Qilan, but many people showed a teasing smile, and they were already not optimistic that Lin Haoran would be able to achieve the final victory.

After all, the Oiran Contest is a competition of financial resources, and this Lin Haoran, who was born in poverty, may not be as good as the wealthy Wei Guogong, let alone compete with their group of salt merchants.

After Qilan got off the field, Xianglan from the Four Seasons Building came on the field.

As she came on the field, many men's eyes immediately lit up, staring at the obviously different figure.