By coincidence, Si Dao came to Chunfeng Building. When he arrived, the night was just dark, and the street shops began to close, but the Chunfeng Building was still brightly lit.

Although Chunfeng Building is a green building, it does not have any customs, but is elegant and chic. Verandahs, walls, indoor and outdoor houses, you can see poems and paintings everywhere, and there are long and long piano sounds singing everywhere.

Everywhere you can see a handsome person with a good face. The figures are elegant, and there is no frivolity in their every move, but they can just tug at the heartstrings of men. As they passed by, they smiled shallowly. In Chunfeng Building, most of the people are selling their art but not their bodies. Only a small number of women are red women. However, the price of the red is not affordable for ordinary people.

Chunfeng Building is very large, although it is called a building, it is actually a garden, there are streams and rivers in it, there are small ponds, there are willows, such as a paradise, everything looks beautiful, just right. To mortals, this is a fairyland.

If Genting Pavilion is a vulgar and exciting pastime, then Chunfeng Tower can be called an elegant and romantic entertainment venue.

The decoration style here is closest to that of Harukuni, and even more splendid.

Interestingly, in the Spring Kingdom, where customs are open, Qinglou is forbidden, but in Datong, where the folk customs are serious, Qinglou is legal. In a sense, this is somewhat ironic.

Si Dao did not despise the passers-by. He looked at everyone kindly, whether it was a clear or a red one. At the same time, Si Dao was also carefully observing all the details of Chunfeng Building. He wanted to look for clues. On the whole, there is nothing wrong with Chunfeng Building.

The entire Chunfeng Building is open to the public. The hall is a gathering place for people to chant poetry. The private room in the backyard is a place for private meetings. All places are unfortified and can be accessed. However, there are security guards everywhere. If there is a disturbance, the security guards will not ignore it.

No matter how you look at it, Chunfeng Lou is normal. Also, if a group of orphans can find something unusual, that's a joke.

Si Dao didn't leave Chunfeng Building in a hurry. He sat down in the hall with great interest. In his opinion, the Qinglou is also an important part of experiencing the mortal world.

He sat in the corner, listened to the beautiful sound of the piano, and appreciated the poems and paintings, which was also very elegant.

What's even more coincidental is that Si Dao had good luck today. Because, today is the day when the Oiran of Chunfeng Building makes friends with poetry. This opportunity is only available once a month. It is for this reason that today's Chunfeng Building will be particularly crowded. All over Yancheng, all kinds of characters come here. Passing business travelers, the surrounding wealthy businessmen and elegant guests, will not miss this opportunity.

The entrance fee of three hundred taels of silver was just a number, and it did not serve any deterrent effect at all. The speed of making money here is no slower than that of Genting Court.

Si Dao sat down for a short time. Oiran appeared on the second floor. She was dressed in white and veiled, revealing only a pair of eyes. It was a pair of talking eyes, saying soft words, grabbing people's hearts at once. She dances while walking, dancing lightly, without the slightest superfluous cumbersomeness, natural, not exaggerated, not showy, and attracts everyone's attention.

Si Dao also felt that the women's dance was perfect, even better than the performance on TV in his previous life.

The white-clothed Oiran danced, but wore no shoes. When she went downstairs, she showed her white ankles and calves, which tickled people's hearts. Many men have strange fetishes for women's feet, and this white-clothed Oiran is just right to satisfy their desires.

In a few moments, the white-clothed Oiran came to everyone. She lifted her veil and revealed her peerless face, which was truly beautiful. If it weren't for He Muluo's shadow taking the lead in occupying his heart, Si Dao would also be moved.

The same is true of the priests. Others don't have to say much. Even a woman will be moved when she sees it.

For a moment, there was silence and no sound. After a long time, someone woke up and began to applaud. The applause lasted for a long time.

The white-clothed Oiran showed only one side and hurriedly withdrew. But this side made the hearts of all the men present deeply gripped. On this side alone, the entrance fee of three hundred taels of silver is already worth it. The priest finally understood why there are so many people today.

How can such a fairy be refused by mortals? Don't say it's three hundred taels of silver, even if it's thirty thousand taels of silver, everyone here will not hesitate to put it out.

At this point, the poetry competition officially began. All those present are entitled to publish poetry. If the poem enters the eyes of the Oiran, there is a chance to go to the Oiran boudoir and sit.

The themes of the poetry meetings are all improvised, and it is impossible to prepare in advance, and there is no way to ghostwrite. Then, in the midst of great anticipation, the theme of the poetry meeting was revealed: Untitled. In other words, any poetic lyrics are allowed. This made everyone present cheer.

The woman in white has been an Oiran for three years. In the past three years, only three people have entered his boudoir. It's been a year since the last person entered his boudoir. That's probably why the question is so simple this time, so that everyone can bring out the best works of the past.

All of a sudden, many people sang the works they had prepared in advance, and there were many excellent masterpieces. As soon as a few good songs come out, those who think they are inadequate will no longer offer ugliness.

And among those masterpieces, two poems were directly favored by the white-clothed Oiran. If there is no one to sing anymore, then the person who enters the boudoir today will be born between those two authors. Life is full of ups and downs. Most people were so happy that they were dying of joy just now, but now they are deploring.

The proudest people are the two who were chosen by the Oiran. The two of them were middle-aged men in their forties and fifties, and they were proud of the spring breeze at the moment, and only when they looked at each other would they show hatred.

A long time has passed, but Oiran has never determined who is today's boudoir. With the sound of small footsteps, a maid ran out of the Oiran room. The girl ran up to a young man and asked him if he would like to compose a poem.

This is unbelievable! Such behavior clearly means that Oiran has a crush on the man. In this way, the man naturally aroused the envy of the people. Upon closer inspection, the man was actually outstanding, and he had an extraordinary calm bearing.

Si Dao was originally reluctant to compose poetry, after all, he didn't know how to compose poetry at all.

But when everyone around him looked over, when the two middle-aged men who had been chosen by the Oiran looked at him resentfully, when the maid stared at him with big eyes, he only thought it was funny, and couldn't help but nod.

So, under the gaze of everyone, Si Dao slowly spoke: "You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and does not return......"

The first four lines of the poem he chanted describe the magnificence of the feast, five or six lines describe the dynamic song and dance, and seven or eight sentences indicate the time of the feast and drink, and finally end with a rhetoric. The content of what is said is basically consistent with what is happening now, but it contrasts the sadness of death with the happiness in front of you.

The positioning tone of its theme has surpassed all the poems present.

It is indisputable that the poems chanted by Si Dao overshadowed everyone present, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are peerless poems. In this case, who can not be convinced?

In the midst of the envy of the crowd, Si Dao was hit by the Oiran. He will be taken into the depths of the Spring Breeze Tower.

There is a small building there, where the Oiran boudoir is located.