Painting boat.

Third floor.

Lan Shuang was in a "duck sitting" posture on the brocade couch, although the golden charcoal in the brazier was burning vigorously, she was still wrapped in a thick blanket, only the white and lovely goose egg face was exposed, the weather was really cold, if it was not to cater to the needs of the guests, she would not wear a thin smoke gauze skirt downstairs.

"Miss, today's poem is here."

The maid came in with a stack of papers, not many, only a dozen, rich merchants and squires could not write poems, only scholars could write.

"Hmm." Lan Shuang nodded with her exposed head, and motioned for the maid to put it in front of her, and the maid turned over, she saw that as an Oiran who had been carefully cultivated since childhood, she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knew the way of poetry.

What is the most important thing for an Oiran who has only a short "career lifespan" of ten years?

Delicate faces?

Slim figure?

Even though she has both, she is neither.

The most important thing in Oiran is fame!

The best way to gather fame is Shiwen, she is eighteen years old this year, which is still young for an ordinary woman, but for an oiran, this age is not small, if she has not broken into the hall in a few years, she can only find a rich merchant or dignitary to marry as a concubine, and drown in the courtyard of the back house of intrigue.

Every once in a while, she will take "orchid" and "frost" as the theme, hoping to meet a talented person and make a good poem, but unfortunately Linfu County is located in a remote area after all, there are not many readers, and there are even fewer talents, and so far she has not encountered a poem that can make her famous.

Every day, looking through the poems written by the guests one by one, it is like finding a grain of gold from a pile of sand, and the difficulty can be imagined.

When she saw the seventh sheet, her eyes lit up a little, and the poem was obviously one level higher than the previous one, and the handwriting was also extremely neat.

"This is the work of a lifter, and I heard that it ranked fifth in last year's autumn festival, which is very powerful."

The maid's eyes narrowed with laughter, and even she could see that this poem was really good, "It should be the best poem in recent times, not surprisingly, today's guest is him." ”

Lan Shuang slightly tilted her little head, and motioned to the maid to put this poem aside, and the rest is also to be read, this is not afraid of 10,000 just in case, if there are better poems left, if you don't finish reading it, you will lose it, and if it is exposed, then her career will be over.

Therefore, out of prudence, she will read the poems every day, and finally select the best one.

When I saw the last one, the maid laughed "poof", this dog-like word, at first glance, it was written by a wealthy businessman and squire who was idle and bored, and even her maid's words were not as good.

Lan Shuang couldn't help laughing, but she was stunned when she looked at her, staring blankly at the poem placed in front of her, and then, her eyes were red, tears rose, and she fell into tears, this poem seemed to be a long-lost confidant, and she saw her fragile and sad little heart from under her bright and beautiful appearance.

"Miss?"

Noticing that her own young lady was wrong, the maid followed the young lady's gaze and looked at the poem in front of her carefully, she was also stunned at this time, feeling a crispy and numb current flowing in her body, she couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps on her arms, until this time, she knew what a good poem was.

Although there are also good poems written by literary scholars on the books, this is a new work written on the spot, which is a completely different feeling.

"Help me up."

Lan Shuang lifted the blanket and wiped away the tears under her eyes with a brocade handkerchief, and her legs were numb after a long time in the posture of "duck sitting".

The maid reacted and hurriedly reached out to help her walk down from the brocade couch.

Lan Shuang moved the lotus step lightly, walked to the dresser and sat down, she wanted to greet her confidant in the most beautiful state, "Go and invite this son up." ”

The maid took the poem and hurried downstairs.

Seeing Miss Lanshuang's personal maid coming down, the guests were very calm, because there was no suspense, with someone like Fang Xuping, others were destined to be reduced to foils and eclipsed.

Fang Xuping glanced at Bai Yu intentionally or unintentionally.

Bai Yu was very calm, and he also knew that there was no suspense...... If he still can't do one person with so many ancient masterpieces in his head, he can wipe his neck and can't afford to lose this person.

Only the officers and soldiers were in a hurry, with their heads bowed, like a defeated rooster, and it didn't matter if he was embarrassed or not, the main thing was that he couldn't bear to see the scene of the inspector becoming a laughing stock.

The maid walked on the stage with a smile, Miss got a good poem that can be famous, she will also follow the rising tide, she has never been so happy as today, "Miss's guest today is a guest at table 13. ”

The guests subconsciously looked at Fang Xuping, and found that Fang Xuping was sitting at table seven, not number thirteen, which surprised them, someone could surpass Fang Xuping in poetry?

looked left and right, and finally found that the inspection table was the thirteenth, and they were all stunned.

"Table 13? I guess I'm mistaken, table seven. ”

"How could it be Table Thirteen?" ......

The scholars felt inexplicable.

Fang Xuping's face was extremely ugly, "I ask for the publication of the poems written at Table 13!" ”

The maid chuckled, "Don't worry, for the sake of fairness, the poems written by the winners every day will be announced, which is the rule of the painting boat." ”

After that, the maid opened the paper with a pair of small hands, as solemn as reading the "Holy Decree", "Yonglan"

"Folding stems is admirable, and entering the room is self-contained."

The sound of a small finch is quite nice.

Fang Xuping's face turned pale, just this sentence, he knew that he had lost, and he didn't even have to listen to the back, although he was a lifter, he could compose poems and poems, but he knew that he couldn't write such aura.

The other scholars were stunned, they were also scholars, and they knew that Fang Xu had lost the first time.

Although wealthy merchants and squires can't compose poems, they can also hear the quality of a poem, this catchy sense of rhythm, this vivid sense of picture, let them already understand that this is a good poem.

"Flowering is not a festival, including a slight frost of the show committee."

The maid finished reading.

All guests were silent.

The overall meaning of this poem is that together with the orchids folded from the stems and leaves, they can be worn, and they are naturally fragrant in the room, but the flowers do not compete with other flowers, and they contain a beautiful posture that decays in the slight frost.

Fang Xuping's face turned from white to red, with hatred and jealousy, he glanced at Bai Yu, didn't say a word, and left in a hurry.

The scholars looked at each other, they came to this painting boat today to wash the dust for Fang Xu's return to his hometown and province, but now that the protagonist left first, they were embarrassed, and they were embarrassed to stay.

The wealthy merchants and squires were not affected, they were vassals and gentlemen, nominally for the Oiran, but the actual target was to play the lute and dance on the stage just now, although the Oiran was good, but these girls were more pitiful, weren't they? ......

The maid walked down from the stage and walked straight to Bai Yu's table.

"Childe, please come with me."

The maid squatted down with a smile on her face, stretched out her little hand and made a gesture of please.

Bai Yu felt that his heart was crisp again, this little girl also called me son!

"Hmm."

Bai Yu's expression was indifferent, he got up without hurry, and he waved his hand to the officers and soldiers behind him, "Go to the shore and notify the more than two hundred subordinates of this officer, and let them go back first." ”

The officers and men felt numb......

My lord.

Where did you get more than 200 subordinates?

Is it the prisoners in the prison?