After explaining the auction, Zhao Hao went home directly to sleep.

I experienced a lot today, and I had just played with Jiang Zheng for so long in the Qianqing Palace. I was already exhausted, so I planned to go to bed after taking a bath, but I fell asleep while taking a bath. It was Hongling who wiped him clean and put him in bed.

He slept soundly.

The news that the emperor had made a reservation for the generals spread like wildfire, and the whole Kyoto exploded.

The brothel, which was still waiting and watching, is now completely agitated.

Indeed, the Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon Ceremony has nothing to do with them. The only connection is that they used the same venue one after another.

It is even more impossible to expect the emperor and the generals to watch the oiran election. If they really wanted to watch, they would panic.

what is the problem?

The problem is that such a large group of people cannot just disperse. According to Zhao Hao's promotional page, in fact, the entire Full Moon Ceremony only has one poem and an hour-long "Female Consort".

After everything is over and it is not too late, will these people disperse immediately?

Those who can book a place must be rich or noble, and there should be many talented people who will come.

The most important thing is that Zhao Hao, the brothel boss, is in charge.

In the past, each brothel would select its own courtesans, and they would be ranked by the amount of money rewarded by their patrons. Most of the new courtesans' popularity would be high for a while, but would gradually decline after a while.

Why?

Just because these are just small fights, to put it bluntly, each brothel's own entertainment.

What about this time...

There is no doubt that this will definitely become the most authoritative oiran election in decades.

If this is verified by Zhao Hao and so many powerful people, then the selected courtesan will not only be popular for a while, but if the ranking is higher, it can even drive the customer flow of the entire brothel.

Can you give up such a good opportunity?

Tianxiang Pavilion.

Mother Yang said earnestly: "My good pear poem, I beg you, please teach those little girls how to do it! I know you want to wait for Zhao Hao, and I will wait for you, but we Tianxiang Pavilion must come up with one Here comes the new one!”

Li Shi leaned lazily on the incense couch and waved her hands with a sweet smile: "I know, I know! I will wander around later and teach if I see someone with good qualifications. Mother Yang should still think about how to raise money!"

After hearing Li Shi's agreement, Yang's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the deserted country is located in a barren area, there are actually many beauties. As Tianxiang Pavilion is one of the top three brothels in Kyoto, there are at least ten or eight beauties with the qualifications of courtesans.

But having the qualifications of an oiran does not mean that you will definitely become an oiran, because temperament, conversation and manners are really difficult to cultivate.

In Zhao Hao's words, it's either not pure enough, not sexy enough, or not coquettish enough.

Not to mention taking all three points, taking one point is a red card, taking two points can be called an oiran, taking three points...

Among all the brothels in Kyoto, there is only one girl called Rashi.

In the end, Li Shi was still waiting for Zhao Hao and did not want to get involved and make Zhao Hao unhappy.

Mother Yang couldn't do anything to such a popular leader who had a backing, so she simply left her alone. But if she could train one or two before the Oiran election, it wouldn't be a loss at all.

"Oh! Let's raise money first!"

Mother Yang shook her head and left Tianxiang Pavilion directly.

If Zhao Hao dares to say "If you want to participate, just come to Xinyue Tea House with money", it is impossible for these brothels to participate without losing a piece of meat.

After all, there are more than thirty brothels in Kyoto, and Zhao Hao will definitely not let them all participate.

She has a lot of money here, but if she wants to use it, she needs the approval of the boss behind the scenes.

Not just Tianxiang Pavilion.

Other brothels also had similar actions. After all, Zhao Hao's action this time was too big, and they did not dare to ignore it at all.

…

Another lively place is the White Horse Guild Hall.

"Mr. Fang, don't worry, your song Shanyuan Xiaomei cannot lose."

"Yes! Although Zhao Hao's sentence is good, then your sentence of 'Sparse shadows slanting across the clear water, faint fragrance floating on the moon at dusk' is exactly the same, and every sentence of the seven-rhyme poem is above the level, so what's the point?

Losable?"

"Such a beautiful seven-melody song, no matter which one is placed in the five Central Plains countries, it is at the level of a famous piece. How could it be lost to a kid from a barren country?"

"It might as well be that the Emperor of the Wild Kingdom attends the Full Moon Ceremony, so that he can see with his own eyes how the literary world of the Wild Kingdom has lost."

You comforted everyone with your words.

Fang Yiru frowned, unable to smile.

indeed!

There is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. It is indeed difficult to lose such a famous piece.

But does he just want not to lose?

What he wants is to win!

After all, the five countries in the Central Plains have profound heritage. Facing the barren country established by a group of idiots, all you can do is not lose?

If you don’t win, you lose!

Fang Yiru now has a glimmer of hope in his heart, that is, except for the last sentence, most of Zhao Hao's lyrics are below the standard.

Otherwise, even if it is not particularly stunning, it can only be considered a tie at best.

He feels guilty!

That's why he couldn't sit still and released the song "Mountain Garden Xiaomei" in advance.

Since I am sure that Zhao Hao's poem will be released during the Full Moon Ceremony, it would be nice to do it a few days in advance, at least to let everyone know that I, Fang Yiru, am not someone to be bullied.

The effect was naturally immediate. At least there were fewer people from the desert countries blocking the doors of the Fang family's shop and the Four Congresses Hall and pointing fingers. The literati from other countries also praised him when they saw him.

In this way, at least the loss can be stopped.

Earn some reputation for yourself so that you can ask for money from the Fang family of Jin.

As long as we can get the money to redeem Snake Girl's order, everything will be fine.

"You don't have to worry. Since I dare to compete with Zhao Hao in poetry, I already have a plan in mind, so why should I be afraid?"

Fang Yiru smiled confidently: "Jingyuan, let's go!"

"yes!"

Fang Jingyuan nodded, then supported Fang Yiru and swayed out of the Four Congress Hall.

After sitting on the carriage, Fang Yiru asked: "Have the seats been reserved?"

Fang Jingyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Second Grandpa, you don't know how lively it is outside Xinyue Teahouse now! Originally, I also thought of buying you a seat for a hundred gold, but now the royal family and military generals of the wilderness have been moved out, and the seats

It has been changed to an auction, and I am afraid that the most common seats will cost upwards of 200 gold."

"this……"

Fang Yiru hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said, "I just asked you if you still have money!"

Fang Jingyuan spread his hands: "Second Grandpa, I haven't officially taken over a store now, and one hundred gold is already my entire savings!"

Fang Yiru sighed: "Forget it! I'll help you think of a way!"

Help me find a way...

Fang Jingyuan's mouth twitched, "I'm reserving a seat for you. What do you mean helping me find a solution?"

Could he put the account on me?

Fang Jingyuan whispered: "Second Grandpa, actually we don't have to go to this full moon ceremony. It's just a poem competition anyway. We can just wait for Zhao Hao to release the complete poem, so why bother to come to the scene in person?"

"snort!"

Fang Yiru was a little displeased: "What is the name of a poetry contest when no one dares to show up? Our country, the Jin Dynasty, cannot afford to lose face like this! If people find out, we won't be attending because we can't afford to book a seat."

, wouldn’t that mean that people would laugh their teeth out?

The other four countries can laugh at us, so why should these idiots from the Barren Country laugh at us? We must book this seat, not only but also the best one!"

Fang Jingyuan looked stern: "Second Grandpa taught me a lesson!"

Fang Yiru's mouth moved: "So... you really have no money?"

Fang Jingyuan: "???"

You don’t have any money in your pocket, so you have to show off when you borrow money?

Seeing his strange expression, Fang Yiru knew that if he continued to speak, he would be losing his dignity, so he shut up and stopped talking.

When I arrived at Fang's store, I found a stern-faced middle-aged man sitting in the lobby.

Seeing this middle-aged man's clothes, Fang Yiru immediately looked stern.

Because this dress is the deacon's brocade robe of the Fang Presbyterian Council. The Fang family has business names in the other five countries. With the emperor so far away, it is inevitable that something will happen, so a person from the Presbyterian Council will be sent.
To be continued...