Inside the smoke and rain painting boat, the atmosphere is extremely hot, and it is about to explode.

The Oiran Festival is over.

But then the next big money is to compete for the Oiran, and that is the highlight tonight.

There are many big tycoons in Jinling City, almost all of them are the richest people in the Great Chu Dynasty, who doesn't want to show off their financial resources in this field.

The ten girls of Qin Huai were competing for bids, and even the last one in the ranking soared to the price of five thousand taels of silver.

And the Haoyue girl, who is an Oiran, has soared to 20,000 taels of silver.

It's unimaginable.

Zu'er's face was shocked, and she lost her voice: "Uncle, why are they so expensive...?" ”

Visiting the Qinglou and inviting Qin Huai Oiran to spend a good night with him cost 20,000 taels of silver, which has exceeded her imagination.

"Good-looking skins are the same, and good-looking souls are one in a thousand."

Chu Tianxiu was quite helpless and said: "The bigwigs in Jinling City are eager to have a good-looking skin and an interesting soul to spend a good night together. Naturally, the price will be raised again and again. ”

Zu'er suddenly realized that she finally understood.

These girls are so scarce, and they get more bids, and naturally the price is rising.

Uncle, this is a big tyrant who is jealous of Jinling City!

He couldn't afford it.

...

This part of the competition for Oiran is, of course, Shen Wanbao's special session.

"Thirty thousand taels!"

Shen Wanbaohao said angrily.

Silver is spent on it, and the important thing is to crown the whole scene. Tonight's Qinhuai River, we can't let Xiao Duhou dominate it.

He's going to fight for this back.

Shen Wanbao's bid directly shocked the rich people in Jinling City.

All the little gentlemen are extremely worshipful. They are also squandering, and they are profligate... But let them pay 50,000 taels just to spend the night with the Oiran... It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't have so much silver.

This is a big tyrant!

The richest man in Jinling, the eldest son of the Shen Mansion, is so arrogant that the eyes of others are red.

The big tyrants who had smashed the silver before looked at each other, thinking about how many times they could visit the Qinglou for 30,000 taels of silver, and finally gave up.

Miss Haoyue owed Shen Wanbao, Fang Rong was a little frightened, and said, "Thank you Uncle Shen for your love, this price is too high... The slave knows that this pitiful body cannot bear it.

As... Everyone's master gives a poem, whoever is good, the slave will accompany him for free tonight! Just be a slave and thank you for your love. ”

What?

Don't collect cash, only poetry?

Suddenly, Shen Wanbao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he shouted loudly: "Old bustard, when did the rules of your Yanyu Building change?" Is my son's money bad? ”

Fengyun Old Bustard glanced at Shen Wanbao, then at Xiao Duhou, and hesitated, "Poetry, it's okay!" ”

Without Shen Wanbao, there are thousands of local tyrants who come back to cheer. Come to a few local tyrants and return to their roots.

But the little dusk marquis, but that's the only one. Haoyue's current worth is thanks to Xiao Duhou's "Stone Story". If tonight, Haoyue can shoot the ass of the little dusk marquis, how can it be worth it!

"Shen Wanbao, it seems that you can't just sprinkle silver! If you can't write well, you're a local tyrant. The girl Haoyue prefers to be talented. ”

"Oh, Miss Haoyue, aren't you turning a corner and asking for the name of our little dusk marquis!"

"Miss Haoyue, if you want to spend a good night with the little marquis, just say it! Why spare such a big circle! ”

Inside the boat, all the gentlemen laughed.

Zu'er smiled narrowly: "Uncle, it seems that your interesting skin is the favorite of the Qinhuai girls!" Otherwise, I'll go and ask the county lord for a favor... Uncle, are you going to stay overnight in the smoke and rain painting boat tonight? ”

“...”

Chu Tianxiu was depressed.

was actually ridiculed by Zuer.

This Haoyue girl is too eyeless, didn't she see a beautiful concubine next to him staring, and she said it in vain.

Even if Miss Haoyue wants to accompany herself and spend the Spring Festival together, she has to wait until there is no one to talk about it!

"You guys, don't get involved with me. This little marquis is urgent, go out and boo! ”

Chu Tianxiu shook his head and said.

"Little Hou Ye, this is a pee!" "Miss Haoyue has been vaguely named, you can't be a deserter!"

In the laughter of the guests, he went out of the painting boat.

Zu'er glanced at her uncle's back suspiciously.

But thinking about it, after such a while, my uncle can't do anything bad if he wants to come.

...

Chu Tianxiu walked out of the hall on the first floor of the painting boat, stood on the side of the boat, and "shhhhhhh

I stayed in the painting boat for a long time, and drank a lot of wine, so I wanted to come out and release it.

"Whoa~!"

The cold wind on the Qinhuai River blew away his hot body.

Chu Tianxiu calmed down.

Seeing that on the Qinhuai River in the distance, there were river lanterns in twos and threes, and the starlight was brilliant, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This land of fireworks on the Qinhuai River is really a ecstasy cave of ecstasy!

It's a pity that this little marquis is no longer the "little dusk marquis" who lingered in the sea of flowers back then, and he sprinkled a lot of money.

He is already the son-in-law of the Ping Wangfu, and he is still penniless.

...

At this time, on the side of the boat, there was another young prince, standing beside the boat, and began to shush.

Behind the young prince, there were also three brocade-clothed armor masters, protecting the prince.

Chu Tianxiu turned his head and glanced at it.

Huh, a prince?!

It's just that there are too many princes and kings who come to the Yanyu Painting Boat today, and there are more than a dozen of them, which is too faceless.

He didn't know which prince this was.

"This king Xiang Anshi!"

The princes and kings knew that Chu Tianxiu didn't know him, so they smiled elegantly and said: "The new words of the little marquis, as well as the long masterpiece "The Story of the Stone", once it came out, it was the best in the world, which made this king deeply admired!"

On weekdays, this king likes to make friends with the world's literary talents, and goes to Shouchun, the capital of Huainan, to talk about it. If Xiao Duhou is free, come to this Wang Shouchun to play! ”

Xiang Anshi, the king of Huainan, had great ambitions, and under his rule, Shouchun City gathered thousands of literary masters and compiled a huge work "Huainan Honglie".

In this Jinling City, Xiang Anshi suddenly met a literary master, how could he not see the joy of hunting, sympathizing with each other, and hating each other.

Immediately, he wanted to invite Xiao Duhou to play in his Huainan Fengguo.

"Oh, it turned out to be His Excellency the King of Huainan, looking up for a long time. Ben Hou is busy, I don't have time, I'll talk about it later. ”

Chu Tianxiu was not interested.

After a haha, he shushed twice and turned around to leave.

Based on his observation of the current emperor Xiang Yanran, this emperor is very insidious, and he has a very set of cleaning people. The ministers of the court couldn't fight him.

In this Great Chu Dynasty, there are too few people who can fight past the current emperor.

These princes and kings are divided into one side, one by one arrogant and domineering, and their eyes are above the top. It's a good thing to settle in your own fiefdom, but if you do something to provoke the emperor, you don't know when your head will be gone.

Chu Tianxiu didn't want to deal with this group of short-lived ghosts.

"It's slow!"

Xiang Anshi was still urinating, and hurriedly called out to Chu Tianxiu, and said hurriedly: "This king has something to ask for... Can I sell a poem to the king? This king will be grateful! ”

King Huainan's face was a little embarrassed.

Buying poetry is a bit of a fame and reputation.

But he couldn't write good poetry himself.

There are too few literary masters like Xiao Duhou and masters of the world. In order to increase the fame of his Huainan king, he also had to buy poems to support himself in the scene.

Buy poetry?

Chu Tianxiu suddenly stopped, his eyes lit up slightly.

Xiang Anshi bought a poem from him.

This title is naturally written by Xiang Anshi.

And the person who sells the poem is never allowed to reveal the deal to the outside world.

This is a very simple business, after the business, a private money in your own hands, you will be in hand.

He had a separate private transaction with Xiang Anshi, and no one in the world knew about it.

"Remuneration?"

Chu Tianxiu blinked.

"Surely there will be a lot of rewards!"

Xiang Anshi patted his chest, very bold.

Rules, he knows!

"What kind of poems does the prince want?"

"Heroic and vigorous, showing the king's world-beating spirit! The kind that can make this king famous in one fell swoop and be famous through the ages!

This king, speak for yourself! ”

Xiang Anshi said immediately.

Chu Tianxiu smiled.

He knew that what Xiang Anshi, the king of Huainan, wanted was that kind of "imperial poem" to prove that he had the spirit of an emperor swallowing mountains and rivers.

But he didn't want to give.

Imperial poems are peerless and rare, and how can a small prince deserve to have.

However, he thought of one, "Heroic Poems".

The heroic poems are inferior to the imperial poems, but they are also quite good.

This is what Xiang Anshi wants, not that he deliberately wants to harm this Anshi.

Chu Tianxiu whispered a few words in Xiang Anshi's ear.

"Good! Xiao Duhou made a move, and it was really a peerless poem! ”

Xiang Anshi's eyes lit up.

This poem can only be made by a peerless master.

Ordinary people have absolutely no such ability.

He immediately took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and stuffed it into Chu Tianxiu's hand, "Little brother, this is this king in Shouchun, which cost tens of thousands of taels of silver and spent more than ten years to refine a secret recipe for water pills.

This is the king's reward for you, and don't excuse yourself.

This good thing, this king and I only sent one copy to the Empress Dowager Shen in the palace. There are only three copies of this secret recipe in the world, you, the Queen Mother, and this king. Others, this king will not give him this rare secret recipe! ”

This deal to buy poetry, done!

Chu Tianxiu took a piece of paper and was stunned for a moment.

What is this?

He opened it and looked.

It is written, the amount of soybeans, the amount of plaster, the spiritual spring water, etc., as well as the entire process of pulping, are written in great detail.

"Tofu?"

Chu Tianxiu's eyes widened, his face full of shock.

Isn't that the recipe for tofu!

In later generations, the kind that sold a bowl of copper coins on the street.

Chu Tianxiu hurriedly said: ", tofu!" King Huainan, what does Benhou want your tofu for, you give me silver, this poem, you have to give me at least 10,000 taels of silver! ”

"Tofu? ... It's a fitting name. ”

Xiang Anshi, the king of Huainan, was very surprised, and finally finished urinating for a long time, trembled, and said: "However, this king named it 'Milk', don't you think this name is more elegant?"

This is a rare secret recipe that this king spent ten years unintentionally refining, and this soybean is extremely delicious.

How cheesy is silver!

This is not worthy of the noble status of this king and your little dusk marquis, can the poetry purchase transaction between us be denominated in silver? Don't mention this again!

Brother, come back to play in my Huainan. This king will take you all over the Huainan realm, eat, drink and have fun, and you don't need to spend a copper plate. ”

After speaking, King Huainan patted his buttocks, got a heroic poem, and left happily.

This milk is the proud work of his hard alchemy over the years. If it weren't for his admiration for Xiao Duhou, a literary genius. If it is someone else, he will not give it.