While looking at Qiu Xin, he squatted down and picked up the silver that fell to the ground, and then squeezed out a smile on his face, and said, "Guest officer, you must be joking, don't say it's a robbery, even if it's given, you dare to do it?"

Qiu Xin beckoned to himself, but the waiter didn't know what he meant, and explained again, "It's not that there haven't been people who are inclined to beauty, trying to rob the Oiran by force, and the final outcome is that there are no bones left." ”

The waiter looked at Qiu Xin with a straight face, with suspicion in his eyes, and a slight threat and warning in his words, there is no doubt that this triangle restaurant must be inseparable from the power of Huadu, how could he let others snatch the Oiran away.

Although the young man in the animal skin clothes in front of him looked clean and comfortable, he would never believe that this person was a rich person, and the snatching of the Oiran was probably just a joke from this person.

The waiter bowed his hand and withdrew, "If the guest officer needs anything, just greet me!"

Qiu Xin was on the eleventh floor, only three or four zhang away from the nine-story wooden platform, if he wanted, he could volley Ling Zhiyu and Ling Zhiqin away at this moment, but he thought about it again and again, what was the purpose for which the second daughter could be brought here, such as ...... Draw out Ling Yue.

Of course, this is just his speculation, Ling Yue and Uncle Ling Qi appeared in Mount Tai together, they didn't care about the life and death of their families, although Tantra was able to preserve their property in Huizhou, but Ling Zhiyu and Ling Zhiqin couldn't escape.

The two of them standing on the wooden platform are not outstanding among the many oirans, but they have no meaning, it is the meaning of dust after following the moon to cultivate the mind, which attracts the attention of many people.

As soon as the gong sounded, the sound of cheering below became more and more lively, if there was no fairy light, and with red candles and satin, it would be a lively and luxurious.

Even so, the atmosphere was already boiling at this time, and people from all over the floor took their seats, and took one last look at the oiran on the wooden platform.

At this moment, the figure of the Qiu Xin of the restaurant moved, and the long sword on his back fell from the air more than ten zhang high, accompanied by a calm voice, "I am also willing to participate!"

No one responded, but someone in the restaurant immediately offered chairs and stools, pen and ink, and this small episode did not cause much repercussions, because everyone's attention was on the nine-story wooden platform.

After sitting down, some people have been thinking hard for a long time and have no good sentences, some people laugh and have confidence, the time of a stick of incense flies quickly, and the autumn heart has already been written between sitting down and lifting the pen.

"The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs!"

I don't know who it was, but I read out the poems I made first, which was quite suitable for the scene at this time, which attracted everyone to applaud and praise, and the beauties on the stage also looked a little sideways.

"The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous but ruthlessly annoyed!"

After the first person finished speaking, some people couldn't wait, for fear of falling behind, and quickly read another sentence.

If you are not very confident in the poems you have written, you will never read them first, but it is beneficial to be one step ahead, and at this time, you will be more able to attract the attention of others, and you will be more sure to step on the next level.

"Returning Jun Mingzhu to tears, I hate to meet when I am not married!"

“............”

Fifty or sixty people, all of them read out what they had done, although there were sentences that did not enter the eyes of people, but most of them could go to the elegant seat and send their feelings of admiration.

This makes Qiu Xin a little strange, why should such a literary talent be wasted here, if in normal times, it is enough to marry everyone's ladies, but this place of wind and moon is difficult to wait for the elegant hall, even if there is a poem as a skin.

Laughing in his heart, only Qiu Xin never read it, the ink on the rice paper has dried, Qiu Xin waved his hand to float upward, horizontal in the air, everyone can see.

I saw a terrifying poem, "Ten years of Yaozhou dream, won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing!"

There was no cheer, and no one dared to believe that this man was so bold, I don't know if he was satirizing all the scholars and scholars here, or the twenty-one green buildings, or the brilliant oiran on the wooden platform.

The originally noisy restaurant was quiet for ten breaths, Qiu Xin attracted everyone's attention, for the first time, a voice came from the top floor of the fifteenth floor, almost without ups and downs, "You, you can go up to the second floor!"

Unexpectedly, such a naked disrespectful word, not only did no one drive Qiu Xin out, but also directly pushed him to the second layer, and there were people who envied him, bold people, the poems he wrote were no more ordinary, and they were not worthy of approval.

But there are also people who gloat, the person in charge of the restaurant let him go up to the second floor, but it only made him fall harder, and then a waiter opened the spiral staircase to the second floor, and the rest of the people will not be stopped if they pass.

This layer, except for those who were unreasonable in writing poetry before, can pass smoothly, and in the second layer, it is different from the first layer, because the poems here already have propositions.

The first layer of poetry depends on everyone, and no one knows whether he prepared it in advance, but once it is proposed, it becomes even more difficult.

And there are questions from the second to the eighth layer in the past, and the topic of the second layer today is: Wind and dust!

Many people frown slightly when they see this topic, and they can't figure out the purpose of this question, what is the wind and dust, which can be described as a tiring journey, can be described as a chaotic rivers and lakes, and can be described as the Qinglou of today.

Today, when the Oiran competes for beauty, if it refers to the Qinglou, but this is quite derogatory, isn't it the person who blames the Qinglou, if it doesn't refer to this, then it is the rivers and lakes, or the journey.

A gong sounded, everyone began to put down their pens, and Qiu Xin also began to write, and at this time, someone glanced at him slightly, wanting to see what he was writing.

Qiu Xin didn't care, let him see it, and the incense ash fell again, this time, Qiu Xin took the lead in reading out his poem, "Entering Huai Qingluo is gradually long, and the taste of the world is Qinghuan!"

Wind and dust is the world, although it is far-fetched, but if you want to give this topic a positive and negative meaning, the world is probably more suitable.

On the first level, he openly satirized Oiran for beauty, not because he was bold or confused, but because he was smart.

The first layer can't determine the ranking of the Oiran.,As long as it attracts enough attention, it's a success.,Qiu Xin also did it.,The second layer,He changed his sarcasm.,For the Qinglou Oiran.,There is a sense of praise.。

No matter how the wind and dust are explained, they are inseparable from the world, and this meaning of joy has just faded the turbidity of the Qinglou in the eyes of the world, and the Qinglou woman is also called life.

Again, the same voice came from the top floor, "Where are you from, and who are you studying with?"

"Homeless, nameless, teacherless, I am a man in the dust!"

Qiu Xin looks like a scholar, only missing the animal skin clothes of this life, and only the folding fan of Jingmo's prodigal son.

The voice didn't ask again, and at this time the others also read out the poem they made, and they were still very strange why Qiu Xin had attracted the attention of the people on the top floor, and they were naturally unconvinced, so they recited the poem with a lot of energy.

"Riding a horse on the slanted west bridge, full of red sleeves!"

It means a journey, but the meaning of less wind and dust, and Qiu Xin said that the world is naturally a lot stingy, but it is quite in harmony with the current scene here, but it ushered in a lot of praise.

"How can there be pride like the old days, when flowers bloom and fall!"

It means rivers and lakes, but it does not say that the rivers and lakes are sinister, but only the feelings of the rivers and lakes, although there is a bold meaning, but it does not have the color of wind and dust, and it is naturally a step worse.

“............”

If Qiuxin is to win in the first layer, then in the second layer is to win nature, if you talk about the rivers and lakes, if you talk about the journey, these people who stay at home and only compete for the Qinglou Oiran can compare to his deep understanding.

Five or six people stayed on the second floor, and the rest entered the spiral ladder to the third floor, and the title of the third floor seemed very normal.

No wonder these people are so confident, they are usually bored, and they are tired of reading the books of sages, I am afraid that what they think about the most is this concubine.

This time, the voice from the top of the building was extremely fast, but it was not the same person as the previous two times, "What are the verses you composed?"

What the words refer to is Qiu Xin, I saw Qiu Xin sigh lightly, not mentioning the pen, not staining the ink, with endless melancholy and nostalgia:

Farewell to the Nanzhi Bird, ask you to know.

The rat is half an inch long, and the world is bitter in difficult times.

When someone began to ponder these two lines of Qiu Xin's poems, they attracted the attention of the person on the top of the building on the first two occasions, this person must be unusual, but these two sentences are ordinary.

Another person on the top of the building said, "Ruthless, no rhyme, how can you come to concubines, you can't get through, you can't get through." ”

actually belittled these two poems, and suddenly the people on the third floor were even more pleased, knowing that they would not stop, and the voice of criticism at this moment showed that the people on the top of the building did not like his actions on the first floor.

But Qiu Xin didn't care, his face was still sad and sad, the yellow handkerchief in his arms was still there, and the mandarin ducks on it were still there, which was enough.

"Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break with each other!"

Leaving his eyes off Qiu Xin, with a proud look, he read it out loud, the despair of the concubine's intentions in this is felt by everyone, and there are also people on the wooden platform looking down, causing this person's Adam's apple to move slightly, eager to the extreme, and the poem he made, the performance is completely different.

But his poems did push him into the eyes of everyone, and there was also a voice of approval from the top of the building, "This son is good, but he can go up to the fourth floor!"

Standing up proudly, he glanced at Qiu Xin, but found that Qiu Xin did not have the slightest look of envy in his eyes, but smiled at him, which made him slightly angry, and the next layer will make you suffer.

"Exquisite dice An red bean, do you know if you are lovesick to the bone!"

Sure enough, these people's understanding of the love between men and women, and the meaning of lovesickness, have more gorgeous rhetoric to modify it, and none of them are far behind.

And when the Oiran heard such a verse, they were overwhelmed, and the scholars enjoyed the gaze as if they had stepped on the ninth floor, like a proud rooster, and let them choose their hen.

“............”

The spiral staircase opened, like a cage, with only one or two remaining on this level, and everyone else going up. (To be continued.) )