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I have time to visit the Qinglou, but I don't have time to see the king, what kind of bastard thing is this.

"Zhao Qing's family, you went to see Wen the day before yesterday, he is still seriously ill, and he can actually go to the Qinglou today. Zhao Qing's family's medical skills are really unparalleled. Zhao Lao Er said angrily with a gloomy face.

Zhao Pu hurriedly bowed his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the day before yesterday, Weichen went to Kaifeng Pavilion to see a doctor, Wen Jue is indeed seriously ill, and the symptoms of cold and heat have not improved since the beginning of the month, but I don't know why it suddenly improved today." ”

Zhao Lao Er snorted: "Since the illness has improved, please ask General Shi to go to Baihualou in person, and invite our Wenjue to come and meet him." ”

Shi Shouxin replied: "No." ”

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Today's Baihualou is the predecessor of Fanlou that has been handed down for generations a hundred years later.

The reason why Fan Lou is famous is because of a generation of famous singers Li Shishi.

The Baihualou in the early Song Dynasty is also the first ear of the world's bright colors.

There will always be a hundred people in the world gathered here, and money and power can only take ninety of them.

If you want to spend the Spring Festival with the top ten Oiran in the Hundred Flower Building, money and power are not one of the necessary options.

Serendipity is the focus of the Oiran's choice.

In order to celebrate the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, this kind of opportunity appeared today.

If the huge red banner hanging in front of the building reads the book, the whole world celebrates the 20th anniversary of the birth of the Great Song Dynasty and warmly welcomes all dignitaries to come and guide.

Wen Neng immediately asked the old bustard for WeChat, Weibo, and QQ numbers.

Facts have proved that I have thought too much, and the awkward classical Chinese and traditional Chinese characters are translated, to the effect that we warmly celebrate the official opening of the first Oiran Contest of the Great Song Dynasty, and hope that all guest officials will actively vote.

"Sir, do you really want to go in?" Zheng Zhutou asked in a whisper next to him.

Zheng Zhutou stood in front of the Hundred Flowers Building with carved beams and paintings, and was really stunned by the grand scene in front of him, watching people coming and going, all of them were dignitaries, and he was inevitably a little timid in his heart.

Just after the Shangyuan Festival, the people have leisure time and can finally enjoy their remaining enthusiasm.

This also shows that the owner of Baihua Mansion has an extraordinary official background, and it is impossible to make an Oiran Contest so grand without the support of the government. In order to stabilize the hearts of the people in Beijing and eliminate the impact of the mutiny, it can be seen that the government of the new dynasty has taken great pains.

Wen gently tapped his palm with a folding fan, looked at the Baihualou in front of him, and said with a slight smile: "Just in time for such a lively scene, of course you have to go in and see it." Besides, I promised to bring stones to see what it means to be gentle. ”

"Sir, I want to receive a gift when I enter Baihua Tower!" Zheng Zhutou twitched the corners of his mouth and said.

The gift is said to be elegant, but it is actually a ticket or entrance fee for future generations.

"Then give it to you." He replied indifferently.

Zheng Zhutou smacked his lips and said, "One person, we don't have so much money, sir." ”

Wen He smiled and said: "Lao Zheng, you are hiding deeply, it seems that you have already inquired clearly." Is there any other way? ”

Even if Zheng Zhutou's face is not as good as smelling, it is definitely not thin, and it is rare to be ridiculed by Wen and ruddy.

"Sir, poetry is also fine. One vote for one hundred, and the poems are counted as ten votes, as long as the lord writes a poem, the four of us will all go in. ”

Wen nodded and said, "Then it's no problem." ”

Turning his head to the little nun Jing Yuan, he pouted and said, "You nun really plan to go in?" ”

The little nun Jingyuan had already changed into a men's regular dress, and when she saw and asked herself, she hummed: "Of course, if I don't follow, who knows what bad things you will do." ”

Wen lamented: "Jingyuan, I found that your bad problem of eavesdropping is really harmful, can you learn something good if you eat fasting and chanting Buddha all day long?" ”

"Hmph, I don't eavesdrop and I don't know that you are pretending to be sick. Don't try to dump me. In the future, if I find out that you are not good to me, I will immediately tell my senior sister that you pretended to be sick and deceived her, and then you will know what it means to regret it. ”

Wen can only sigh in his heart, and take the nun to visit the green building, a rare spectacle for thousands of years.

"Stone, when I look at the little lady and the lord, I say, you're welcome. Walking ......."

Don't look at the dashing person who leads the way in front of the head, in fact, it is also the first time that Grandma Liu has entered the Grand View Garden.

The first time I entered the Qinglou, I was seriously inexperienced.

The coquettish old bustard of Baihualou had already set her eyes on these conspicuous four as soon as possible, and countless eyes told her that these four were poor ghosts, and it was impossible for them to be nobles. Even one of them, Xiao Langjun, may be a man dressed as a maid.

The old bustard sang in her sweet voice and immediately greeted him, holding a fragrant silk silk in his hand, and dancing up and down vigorously, if he had done this in front of the dignitaries, he would have been dragged out and killed.

"Four officials, today's Baihualou Oiran Competition, so I want to receive gifts, one hundred votes, and the officials plan to support that little lady?"

Although he was intercepted in front of the door by the old bustard, he was obviously much more amiable.

"I heard that it's okay to write poems, so Xiaosheng plans to write a poem, what does Mama think?"

The coquettish old bustard obviously can't lift his spirits, this is a poor measure. Qiang said in a strong spirit: "Of course you can, thank you for the officials." ”

Wen took out the charcoal pen from his bosom and splashed ink on the table in front of the door, which was a poem in an instant, and Wen's handwriting was good, of course, this was only limited to charcoal writing.

The old bustard has been in the Qinglou for a long time, and there is no doubt that the level of poetry is not low, even if he can't write a masterpiece of the world, but he can definitely appreciate what is a masterpiece of the world. Looking at the poems that Wen had written, he was stunned on the spot.

Wen looked at the old bustard who fell into a stupid state, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he called softly: "This grandmother, but the poems written by Xiaosheng are not in your eyes." ”

When the old bustard heard the sound of Wen, his mind came back to his senses from the amazement of this poem, and his eyes changed when he looked at Wen. said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Langjun, your poetry attainments are unparalleled, and the slave family has been taught." ”

Smell and see the old bustard look at himself from the beginning of the snobbery, to turn into autumn spinach, this is still necessary. You have to hold on, and you can't fold it on the old bustard for the first time.

hurriedly opened his mouth and said: "This grandmother, Xiaosheng's poems are worth ten votes." ”

The old bustard hurriedly replied with spring in his eyes: "Xiao Langjun's poems are naturally worth ten votes, and they are really worth thousands of dollars." ”

Wen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said sincerely: "It's worth ten votes, can you ask this grandmother to return the six votes of silver to Xiaosheng, there are only four of us." ”

"Ah........" The corners of the old bustard's mouth almost twitched. Refund the ticket, what a twist it is.

"Xiao Langjun said with a smile, please inside." The old bustard relied on his rich reception experience to barely resist Wen's big move.