At the end of the dance, the audience applauded thunderously, and the cheers were endless for a long time.

In the sky above the lobby on the first floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, countless flower balls were thrown one after another and flew down to the stage.

Several young people who were waiting on the side immediately went to collect the flower balls, and the bustard, who presided over the grand event, began to count the votes on the spot.

"I declare that this year's winner of the title of Hundred Flowers is Miss Lingyin!"

There is no doubt about this outcome.

Several Confucian scholars sitting at the table next to Gu Chang'an were also ready to move at this moment.

"Now that the Oiran has been decided, the next step is the inscription of the poem wall, right?"

"According to the practice of Tianxiang Pavilion over the years, only Shikui can be worthy of Oiran and spend the Spring Festival with it!"

"Hey, but I'm mediocre in poetry, where can I compare to Zhou Hanlin? You must know that Zhou Hanlin used to be in the Hanlin Academy, writing poems and lyrics for the two saints of the pilgrimage......"

"Didn't you say it earlier? We have the right to come out to see the world, Zhou Hanlin is a red flower, and we are not too young to be the green leaves of the foil! ”

In the face of the compliments of several Confucian colleagues, Zhou Hanlin, who was over fifty years old, suddenly fluttered, and a smug smile appeared on his cheeks.

Although he was already in the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he had a wife and four concubines in his family, and he raised twenty or thirty domestic prostitutes.

It can be said that he is old and strong, and he would rather move the heart of the white head.

is just a delicate little Oiran, and he can still control it.

On the other table next to him, Gu Changan, who heard these words, couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, he had always been a little unaccustomed to this kind of old thing.

The second brother Gu Yanning buried his head under the table, secretly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then raised his chest and looked at Gu Changan: "Big brother, why don't you also go to the inscription wall to inscribe a poem?" ”

"Uh-huh......???"

When a few Confucian scholars at the adjacent table accidentally heard this, they immediately cast their disdainful gazes on Gu Changan's body.

When they sat down, they noticed that there was a bad person sitting at the next table, and they were disgusted like seeing a stinky stone in a pit.

In the eyes of these scholars, the bad people are no different from the beggars on the street who ask for food and the hooligans and bullies in the fish and meat towns, and because they are backed by the yamen of the Guangming Temple, they can be regarded as a group of official ruffians who fight with people, and they are even more annoying than beggars and hooligan bullies.

But because it is difficult to find this Hundred Flowers Event, and it is difficult for them to change seats, they all turn a blind eye to this bad person throughout the whole process.

But at this moment, the fox friend next to this bad guy actually encouraged him to inscribe a poem on the wall!

If the inscription on the wall of poetry is really left with a few chicken feet ink marks by this bad person, what is the difference between being painted with dung?

In this situation, several Confucian scholars frowned, which was even more uncomfortable than eating a dead fly.

A Confucian scholar immediately faced Gu Chang'an and Gu Yanning, and said with a dry smile: "I advise you two to do more good deeds, so as not to be punished by God in the future." ”

Gu Yanning was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Gu Changan: "Big brother, what does this person mean?" ”

Gu Changan had never been able to stand the sour smell of scholars, so he immediately slowly turned to these Confucian scholars and smiled: "I look at a few of you well-dressed, but you are very gentle, you should have a wife at this age, right?"

"Today, it is rare to meet in the Xiangge Pingshui on this day, and it can be regarded as a three-point relationship. Then I will bless your family's red apricot out of the wall, and there is a hard-working old king squatting next door. ”

Although these Confucian scholars don't understand the "hard-working old king", this "red apricot out of the wall" is like a sharp needle and sharp thorn, which deeply stabs their pretentious hearts.

One by one, they were furious, and they were in a hurry to reason with Gu Changan.

Before the situation fermented, the respected Zhou Hanlin took the lead in taking a step, waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, I, like a Confucian scholar, must also cultivate three points of righteousness in heaven and earth, how can I be as knowledgeable as a bad person?" ”

Good guy, on the surface, is a peacemaker, but in fact he is a biased one.

This time it was Gu Changan's turn to be angry.

Gu Yanning is a straight intestine, and he is a little slow to respond to the ridicule and sarcasm of the reading world, and he is a little unclear at the moment: "Big brother, do you still want to go to the inscription wall to inscribe a poem?" ”

Gu Chang'an's words were sonorous: "Title, of course this poem has to be titled!" ”

Tianxiang Pavilion's talent show on the first night of the year is highly anticipated, and the inscription wall poetry competition in order to compete for the Oiran jackpot is also the focus of attention of tens of millions of people.

There can only be one Oiran, and there can only be one poet.

Only the poet is worthy of picking the Oiran jackpot and spending the night with it.

In addition to the above, sometimes the poet of the night made a famous poem, and even the name of the heavenly capital city, which was passed on as a romantic story for a while.

……

The inscription wall is located in the southeast corner of the lobby, next to a weeping willow canal.

At this time, this three-zhang wide inscription wall has been painted with lime mortar, which looks very smooth and white, and it is a good place for splashing ink inscriptions.

There are many people who come to watch the Hundred Flowers Selection Festival tonight, but there are not many people who have the courage to leave their ink treasures on the poetry wall, about thirty or forty people.

Because once the poems left behind are a little clumsy, they will become the laughing stock of the crowd in an instant, and they will be directly disgraced, and they will not even have the face to step on the threshold of Tianxiang Pavilion in the future.

As for spending money to buy poetry, trying to fill up the number indiscriminately?

The Oiran selected by Tianxiang Pavilion every year is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If you really spend money to buy poetry, you don't have enough ink in your stomach, and you will be exposed after talking to Oiran for a few words, and the consequences will only be more serious.

Otherwise, why are those who leave a good story in the history of romance often some talented people who are talented and?

Seeing that the inscription poems were almost named, Zhou Hanlin walked to the wall of the inscription with pride, took a tube of sheep's hair dipped in ink from the little girl's hand, and began to splash ink.

Seeing the golden sentence of "frost and snow condense the sky, and the best people dance in the red Luo" came out, the onlookers all applauded.

Although Zhou Hanlin's poems are not superb, they are also one of the best works in the poetry world.

His poems are very expressive, and his ideas have also been raised to a higher level, and he has the highest voice in the audience, and his skills have overwhelmed all the scholars, and he has been in the limelight for a while.

was complimented by everyone, and Zhou Hanlin also responded with a smile one by one.

But after smiling in response, he looked at the wall of inscriptions again, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he had just noticed something strange there......

When it was Gu Changan's turn to play, Gu Yanning stepped forward and said shamelessly: "Big brother, when you finish writing the poem, can you ...... Sign my name too? ”

Gu Changan's forehead instantly wrinkled three black lines, this stinky brother, why is he still playing so much? Have you already laid the golden abacus of the two dragons and phoenixes?

He said coldly: "Get out!" ”

The stinky brother touched a nail, and his face was flushed with shame: "If it doesn't work...... Only...... Forget it. ”

Gu Changan no longer paid attention to this stinky brother who was a male thief and a prostitute, and came out of the crowd directly and came to the wall of the inscription.

Seeing a bad guy appear, the audience exclaimed.

Gu Changan didn't bother to listen to those harsh cynicisms anymore, so he directly snatched the brush from the shocked little guy's hand, came to a blank wall, and began to write......

"It's a bad person!"

"Do bad people also have to write poems on the inscription wall?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

At this moment, the new Oiran was also hiding behind a bamboo curtain under the hall, watching from a distance this bad man's outrageous behavior in defiance of the poetry world, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes also floated with an incredible divine light.

This bad man's calligraphy is not very good, but his poems left everyone present speechless.

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

Qingzhi's skirt is so beautiful and moving, even the white clouds in the sky and the flowers on the ground are eclipsed, and I am envious.

The first sentence is already the atmosphere of the poetry world.

Everyone present secretly applauded.

Under the bamboo curtain, the frowning eyebrows of the new Oiran slowly loosened, but the pupils were slightly dilated.

But when writing the third sentence, Gu Changan held a sheep's hair brush in his right hand, but he didn't put down the pen for a long time, making a contemplative look.

"Why don't you keep writing? Can't you write it? ”

"Could it be that he only wrote the first two sentences, and Jiang Lang is finished?"

"It's a shame!"

At this moment, Gu Changan stared at the wall of inscriptions in front of him, puzzled, could it be that there was someone behind this wall?

Just as he was slowly writing the first two lines of the poem, he heard several dull but subtle blows on the wall of the inscription, not with a sharp or blunt object, but with the palm of a hand.

No one standing farther away noticed the anomaly.

But when he used a brush to inscribe poems on the wall, he clearly felt the dull and subtle sound of the hit.

"Won't this be written?"

"Calm down and think about it again."

There were bursts of urging sounds in his ears, which drew Gu Changan's attention back, so he picked up the pen again and continued the unfinished poem.

"If not—"

Boom.

"-Jade-"

Knock, knock.

The walls of the inscription wall shook more and more rapidly.

Gu Changan knew that the situation was wrong, but at this time, he was roasted on the fire by everyone, so he thought about finishing the poem quickly and seeing what the situation was.

So he frowned and continued to write.

"—see you on the mountain."

The last sentence is "will meet Yaotai under the moon".

But as soon as he picked up his pen and wrote, suddenly there was a loud "bang" that shook the sky, and a terrifying qi suddenly blasted out a gap in the inscription wall, and the broken masonry flew from the outside to the inside.

Caught off guard, Gu Changan was blown two feet away by this overwhelming qi machine, and fell to the ground, in severe pain.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned for a moment, then let out a burst of frightened screams, and suddenly the wolf rushed to the lobby on the first floor behind them.

Seeing the attacker who appeared clearly, Gu Changan was also shocked.

The left half of the "person's" body was scorched, and the skin on the left cheek was also burned mottled and peeled off, and the charred cheekbones inside were clearly visible.

But he wasn't dead, his protruding eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, full of bloodthirsty madness and cruelty.

These pair of scarlet demon eyes stared at Gu Changan, making people shudder!

A familiar figure suddenly flashed in Gu Changan's mind.

Captain Caochuan, Zhao Sishui......