The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 265 Oiran ([-])

Water Pavilion.

After thanking him, he raised his hands and saluted: "Your Highness."

Zhao Yishi said gently: "Mu Bai, there is no need to be polite, just sit down quickly."

Mubai is the name of Xie Erli. Very few people know it, but His Highness Taisun blurted it out. This made Xie Erli feel warm in his heart and his expression became more respectful.

"It's really a helpless move to do this. I hope Mu Bai won't be surprised."

"What did your Highness say?"

Xie Erli turned his head and glanced at Lao San: "I'm afraid that my talent and knowledge will not be of much help, and the poems I write will not be of much help, but will hinder His Highness's important affairs."

"Mu Bai is humble. He does his best and obeys fate. He just wants to see if the little lady has this blessing."

"Your Highness said yes."

Although Xie Erli said this, his brows and eyes were actually very relaxed.

Although he studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius and did not write poems or songs in the imperial examinations, he was influenced by his father when he was young and had read books on this subject, so he was still somewhat sure.

What's more, he is helping to compete for the oiran.

No matter how good a woman's poems are, they are nothing but love and resentment between women and cannot be put on the stage.

Zhao Yishi thought so too.

He grew up with His Majesty, learning how to be a king and how to govern a country. To him, poetry, poetry and poetry were just the arty stuff of a scholar.

But the Taifu was an all-rounder. He could speak the Four Books and Five Classics well, and he was also proficient in poems and songs. He could not learn five or six points, but he had one or two points.

One or two points are enough to compete for the oiran.

Shen Chong pushed the door open and came in, "Your Highness, I heard about it. The topic is to use the four seasons to compose poems or lyrics."

Zhao Yishi pondered for a moment: "It's not difficult, what do Mu Bai think?"

"It's really not difficult!"

The two stopped talking, each frowning in thought.

Beside, Xie Zhifei felt at ease when he saw that both of them were confident.

He lazily leaned against the window, stretched out his hand and waved to Shen Chong, "Send someone to find out who is slightly better in the second round."

Shen Chong: "Third Master, we have already sent someone."

……

The other side of the water pavilion.

"Your Majesty, Lan Xin came out on top in the first dance competition; in the piano skills that just ended, Lan Xin was on par with another girl named Zhu Xiang."

Sun Fu said with a smile: "For the last round of poetry competition, I told Lan Xin the topic a few days ago. She has been prepared for it. I have also read the poems she wrote. They are quite brilliant. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

Zhao Yanjin: "I can rest assured that you will do things."

Sun Fu took out a piece of paper from his arms: "This is the poem I prepared for the prince. As long as Lan Xin sees this poem, she will invite the prince into the house."

Zhao Yanjin threw the paper to the person next to him, "Copy it again for me so that the handwriting looks better."

Sun Fu clasped his fists and said, "I would like to say congratulations to the prince first. Congratulations to the prince for bringing this beauty home."

When Zhao Yanjin said this, he felt that there was an evil fire under his body that was ready to move, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Men, what you pursue all your life is nothing more than two things:
One is the world;
The second is beauty.

And beauties are also divided into different categories, and only a virgin like the oiran, whose three mouths have been trained, is worthy of serving the King of Han.

"Go, tell them to hurry up, don't waste my time by dilly-dallying."

"Yes!"

……

Xie Zhifei walked out of the waterside pavilion and went straight to the stage.

When Pei Xiao saw him coming back, his heart finally let go.

The two of them reached out their hands under the table in perfect agreement, one handed it to the other and the other received it.

After Pei Xiao caught it, he didn't dare to waste a moment and went straight to the toilet.

Xie Zhifei had been on tenterhooks all night, and now he had the thought to sit down and drink tea. In such an unusually noisy environment, he suddenly missed Yan Sanhe.

What is that girl doing at home?
Are you cocking your head, looking forward to their return?
Is she used to Li Buyan not being by her side?

"Today's third round of competition is poetry. The main theme is the four seasons. During the time of tea, whoever of the three ladies finishes writing it first will be invited to come to the stage."

After the rules were announced, the scholars below started discussing.

"The four seasons are spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are too many poems like this throughout the ages. I wonder if the three young ladies can come up with something new."

"I think it's difficult!"

"Spring is the flower, summer is the moon, autumn is the rain, and winter is the snow. The two best seasons to write about are spring and autumn." , a tragedy is half the victory."

"Let me tell you, the person who came up with the title is too boring. What are the four seasons about? They simply used the Lotus Tent as the title and asked the ladies to write about the clouds and rain in Wushan."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The scholars laughed again.

……

Little Mr. Pei has never found time so difficult to pass in his life.

What about people?

Why haven't you come yet?
Just when I was getting impatient and anxious, the man walked in with his arms swinging and a curious expression on his face.

Look here, look there, almost say "It's new, it turns out the men's room looks like this."

"Okay, Master Li, stop looking."

Little Mr. Pei quickly stuffed the two notes in his hand: "Go and give it to the one called Xiang Xiang. Remember, memorize it word for word."

"No hurries?"

Daxia Li walked to the candlelight and said, "Let me take a look first."

Does she want to take a look?
Little Master Pei's anger surged to the top of his head, "Okay, aunt, you don't understand either, so don't waste your time."

My aunt ignored him and unfolded one piece of paper first, then another...

Then, she frowned and softly uttered two words from her mouth: "That's it?"

That's it?

Am I right?
No.

I must have heard wrong.

It was impossible for her, a fool who only knew how to fight and kill, to say these two words.

"Have you finished reading it?"

"gone!"

Li Buyan put away the note and ran away without saying any nonsense.

This is the attitude you should have when doing things!

Little Mr. Pei straightened his clothes and then walked out of the royal room.

Returning to the square table, Xie Zhifei raised an eyebrow at him: Is it done?
Master Pei had an expression on his face that said, "Thank you fifty, why the hell don't you believe me?"

Xie Zhifei handed him the tea cup, "It's not that I don't trust you, but that I don't trust that hero Li.

When Pei Xiao heard what he said, he suddenly felt a little anxious: This is really what heroes think alike!

"Look, a little lady is coming out."

"It's Lan Xin."

"How long did it take for this to happen?"

"This girl is good at dancing and playing the piano. If she is better at poetry, she will be the oiran this year."

"In my opinion, it is well deserved."

"Look, she has picked up her pen."

On the stage, Lan Xin picked up her pen and wrote quickly on the long scroll with her right hand, almost without pausing, finishing in one go.

The two maids waited for the ink to dry and laid the long scroll in front of them. A scholar came closer and read out the poem word for word...

"It's amazing that a woman can write such exquisite poetry!"

"Full of aura!"

"What a masterpiece!"

"Wonderful!"

"There is no suspense anymore, we are sure to win."

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao looked at me and I looked at you, both of them frowning: There is no suspense, they will lose.

Although they know nothing about writing poetry or lyrics, they can still tell whether a poem is good or bad.

I can't believe that the quality of Lan Xin's poem is higher than that of Huairen and her eldest brother. Even among this bunch of scholars, she is still the best.

It’s over.

It's a waste of effort and delays getting down to business.

(End of this chapter)