After drinking this glass of wine, Shangguan Yunze and Lin Zifan's emotions obviously rose a lot, some talked and laughed, although they didn't dare to tell those meat jokes in front of Murong Feifei, but there were a lot of interesting anecdotes about Fengyue.

Sun Xiaosheng didn't care either, anyway, he didn't have any interest in these Fengyue things, so he picked up a booklet on the table and read it in front of no one.

I don't know if I don't see this, but when I saw Sun Xiaosheng, it really opened my eyes.

On the cover of this booklet is written two words 'Flower Bang', the font is slender and soft, mellow and enchanting, just like a woman's soft and graceful softness, but quite in line with the artistic conception of today's Oiran Contest.

This is an introduction to the Oiran Contest.

It turns out that this 'selection of oirans' has been popular for a long time, when the literati used poetry to evaluate the talents of the oirans, and over time, the more experienced literati began to compare the advantages and disadvantages of each oiran, and called it the 'flower list'.

In addition to appearance, demeanor, and speech, the selected items also include poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The ranking also follows the imperial examination, which is divided into one, two, and three grades, champions, lists, and flowers.

In addition, the booklet also has a role, that is, as a 'recommendation', the so-called recommendation is to play a voting role, which writes the names of the twenty oirans who participated in the competition, and after watching the performance of the oirans, each judge checks the three 'quality, rhyme, talent, color' best oiran on the recommendation book, and does the final battle for the top card.

"I can't imagine that a small selection of Oiran by the people can be so interesting. Sun Xiaosheng couldn't help but be amazed.

At the same time, on the bright round stage, the sound of piano music sounded, and two teams of women in cyan long skirts, dancing with flowing long sleeves, walked out of the backstage briskly, came to the center of the stage, and danced.

These women are slender, curvy, and very bold in dressing, saying that they are wearing long skirts, but the skirt slit is open to the thighs, and the skirt collar is made of very little material, but these women's dancing movements are not small, and for a time a piece of snow white is exposed, and the spring is overflowing!

At this time, Sun Xiaosheng noticed that Shangguan Yunze, who was still talking and laughing with a few sons and brothers around him and watching the singing and dancing on the stage, was now flushed, and his body twisted a few times from time to time, as if he had hemorrhoids on his buttocks.

After a while, the women on the stage finished dancing, and a young man wearing a long robe and a square hat came up from the backstage, and walked to the front of the stage.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I am the host of the Oiran Contest held in Piaoxiang Building tonight!" The young man's voice was very loud, and everyone on both sides of the river was talking and laughing loudly, and he could still hear his words clearly.

Sun Xiaosheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect this Oiran Contest to be so professional, and he even invited a special host, instead of letting those old bustards who wore flowers and branches and had a thick layer of rouge on their faces come to the stage to host. This has undoubtedly achieved great results, first of all, to make people feel that the Oiran Contest is different, and secondly, it can give people a very stylish feeling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is still a little time before the Oiran Contest begins, but before the Oiran come out to show off their talents, let's start a little game. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone cheered, and even Sun Xiaosheng and Lin Zifan and Shangguan Yunze at their table were all excited. Only Sun Xiaosheng was a little confused, although he fused his memories, but not all of his memories, so he was still very vague about some of the rules of this Oiran competition.

"Hehe, it seems that all the officials have already guessed what the game is, and they are all ready, yes, we will have a game of drumming and passing flowers next. ”

"Later, I will throw a flower ball, the flower ball will be transmitted in the hands of the judges, and I will beat the drum with my back to everyone, once the drum stops, the flower ball stops in whose hands, then ask this judge to get up and write a poem on the spot, for us to cheer up!"

"Okay! good ......" At this time, the people in the audience were already boiling, not to mention those poor sour and rotten people who were standing on the periphery without seats, they were extremely excited at this moment, and it was finally time for them to show their talents. Maybe because of one of his masterpieces, which Oiran will take a fancy to him.

The host on the stage continued: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you are lucky enough to be hit, then you should do your best to make a good sentence, because we will choose wonderful verses from your poems and hang them on the flower boat, and then those oirans will be able to see your great talents, if you are moved by your verses, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to invite you as a guest of the curtain?"

After the host of "......" resigned, the audience was completely boiling, just like detonating a bomb on the calm lake, and the whole pot exploded, especially when everyone heard the words "guest of the curtain", it seemed that they had seen the scene of a long talk between themselves and the beauty.

Sun Xiaosheng's table was quite calm, and they didn't shout loudly with everyone, but they all sat up straight one by one, their eyes were shining, and Lin Zifan was even more fluttering the fan in his hand, fanning the wind with 'whirring ......', and his face turned red with excitement.

He is Lin Yuanshan's youngest grandson, although he is also a gentleman who has been contaminated with three religions and nine streams, but he has been literate since he was a child, and he can also endow a few poems and the like.

At this moment, I can't wait to grab the flower ball in my hand immediately, compose a poem, and then take the whole audience, so that all the Oiran worship and admire me, and prostrate under my tiger body.

The host saw that the atmosphere under the audience was completely mobilized by himself, and he was not verbose at the moment, took out a flower ball from his side, and then turned his back to everyone and threw it violently.

The flower ball was thrown into the audience seat below with a graceful arc, and although the host threw it hard, the ball still stayed between the second-class and third-class seats, and the crowd standing behind did not even have a chance to touch the flower ball.

......The host on the stage, who turned his back to everyone, had already beaten the drum, and the drum sounded like raindrops, as if it was beating in everyone's hearts, and everyone was excited.

The first to receive the ball was a pot-bellied rich businessman, who looked at the flower ball thrown into his hand in astonishment, then smiled bitterly, and handed the flower ball to a fellow businessman beside him.

"Ouch, what are you doing for me, I don't know how to write poetry. The man received the ball as if it were a hot potato, and threw it at the table next to him.

The next table is a few middle-aged people who look like official gentry, and they are obviously a lot calmer as soon as they receive the flower balls, after all, they are all literati, and they are still good at chanting poetry, but the drums have not stopped, and they are not good at holding the balls all the time, and they are passing them slowly one by one.

The flower balls are constantly being passed on, but they are all passed in the first, second and third areas, and those sour talents on the periphery of the urgency, regardless of the image of the literati, shout at the top of their voices: "Spread it outside!" "Spread it out!" ......

For a while, the scene reached a hot point again, when the host stopped the drum, the flower ball still fell into the hands of a middle-aged gentleman, at this moment he grabbed the flower ball in his hand, looked at the burning eyes of everyone, both a little embarrassed, and some secretly happy.

But it's a person with status, but it's not stage fright, when the host asked him to compose a poem, he put his hands behind his back and muttered for a while, then he raised his head and whispered: "The residual makeup is light and the mustache is open, and the smile reflects the red curtain and looks at the guests." Pushing drunk only knows how to make Huadian, Pan Lang does not dare to make people urge. ”

After a poem is finished, the official gentry still closes his eyes, as if he is intoxicated by the artistic conception in the poem.

"Good!" and "Good poem!" At this time, the audience had already erupted in warm applause. This middle-aged man's poem is really extraordinary, the rhetoric is gorgeous but the meaning is profound, which not only fits the background of today's Oiran competition, but also sublimates the artistic conception, it is really a masterpiece!

"I didn't expect our first person to write poems to be so talented, it seems that today's event will definitely be full of masterpieces!" The host also said loudly.

The poem has been recorded by our staff and we continue the game. The host threw the flower ball again, and the drum beat again.

Then the flower ball continued to be transmitted, respectively, a number of people were hit, up to make a poem, although there are occasional good sentences, but both rhetoric and artistic conception are not as good as the first poem, only later there is a good luck standing on the periphery of the show, hit the luck of the flower ball accidentally thrown by others, made a song 'Xijiang Moon' words, very rich in rhyme, even better than the first poem three points, got a full house.

And Lin Zifan seems to be unlucky today, although their position is the best, but the host threw more than a dozen times in a row, but none of them reached him, and those people did not reach them, the anxious kid drank several glasses of wine in a row, and fanned his fan impatiently.

Seeing that the competition was about to start, and the game of beating the drum and passing the flowers was coming to an end, Lin Zifan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and at this time the host had already begun to throw the flower ball for the last time.

I don't know if the host heard Lin Dagongzi's call, or if Lin Dagongzi's piety moved the heavens, this time the flower ball was thrown straight to Lin Zifan's table.

The flower ball crossed an arc again, and in Lin Zifan's excited gaze, 'Poof!' fell on the table of their table.